Top 10 Most Predictable Feline Events for 2007
Monday December 11, 2006
Years come and years go, but the world of cats evolves very slowly. Because of this, it is safe to make these predictions for the coming New Year. Some of them are humorous, and others sad and disheartening, but I guarantee they will all happen.
You'll notice there is no link to #10 on the list. That's because I'd like to see your own stories of how a cat rescued you when you needed one most. I've hear many comments like "My cat saved my life," so now is your chance to tell your story. Also, feel free to comment on other predictable cat events on your own list.
You'll notice there is no link to #10 on the list. That's because I'd like to see your own stories of how a cat rescued you when you needed one most. I've hear many comments like "My cat saved my life," so now is your chance to tell your story. Also, feel free to comment on other predictable cat events on your own list.
Comments
I think you forgot one- your cat will be sure to throw up a hairball on an important piece of paper!
I know this one all too well: On weekends or days you don’t have to get up early, your cat will be there at the exact time you normally wake. Rubbing her nose on your face and meawing loudly as to say”Hey get up your going to be late!” God love her!
I call my cats my furry alarm clocks because almost every day, right before the alarm goes off, one or both will start meowing at me, telling me how hungry he is (because someone has managed to eat all the food during the night). The exception is when I’ve been sick. My boys will just happily sleep on the bed, allowing me the much needed rest my body is demanding. Oh, the boys are orange (red) tabbies.
I was in the paddock looking after My very sick grey horse and was stressed and emotional. when I came back through the gate there was a very skinny loud old female cat at My feet she was half starved and desperate (she s also very deaf) I have already got 4 cats and by law not allowed to have anymore but what could I do I now have 5 cats ( She Maggee Mae is a lovely old girl )
Without my two precious cats, Bert and Ernie, I would not have been able to function in the early days of separation from my husband earlier this year. They were so cuddly (not their usual style), they needed to be fed and cared for and they kept me from sinking too deeply in depression.
On a lighter note, they are the reason I have no tree and they just suddenly refused to eat the food they have been eating for three years.
My cat, Mr.Manny saved the myself & the 4plex I lived in from burning down by ramming his head into mine until i was awake. By that time my entire apartment was thick with smoke and the flames were 3′ high. I got the fire out moments before it entered the walls. The fire was the result of fireplace embers. Thank God, I have an intelligent and stubborn cat!!
A long time ago when it seemed everything in my life had gone to h*ll, I contemplated suicide. But it was my cat’s eyes which saved me. He looked at me with such love, snuggled up to me and I began wondering what would happen to him (and my other cats) if I wasn’t around. I couldn’t bear the thought of them not getting properly cared for. He was my snuggle kitty for 17 years and I still think of him every day.
My cats also helped me survive my battle with breast cancer. Although I was sure it was the end when I got the diagnosis, my cats seemed to know what to do to cheer me up–whether it was watching them play like goofballs or just laying close to me to snuggle. Their warm fur and the sound of them purring provided so much comfort.
I have many cute pictures of my furbabies in and around the Christmas tree but to their credit they have never knocked over the tree or broke any ornaments. The most “damage” they had done is to knock over the trees in the village underneath–but hey–they aren’t breakable. The funniest moment was when I received a gift of a breathing teddy bear. It wasn’t wrapped in a box. It was motion activated. One of my cats walked by it and the bear started breathing–making the wrapping paper move and making sounds. Boy, did she jump!!!! Made me wonder what had been wrapped up.
It was a Saturday afternoon, three years ago when I was working at a pet store when a customer brought in a pink towel and handed it to me saying ” I don’t know what’s wrong with it!”. I unwrapped the towel and saw a gray lump of fur that was small enough to fit in my hand. I got a box and put the sickly kitten in it and waited for my shift to be over. I brought the little kitten home and had a really good look. She was not doing well at all. She had been taken away from her mom too early and not been taken care of. Three different vets later, they said that she would not “make it”. I swore that Pumpikins (named that because the shape of her body was like a pumpkin) would live. The family that had taken her had not fed her much or stimulated her at all. To make a long story short, I still have my Pumpkins and she has her issues but, is the most beautiful cat in the world. She really does think that I am her mom! I was so lucky that day!! She has become the love of my life!
Like Taerie, I had a major bout of depression and contemplated suicide, but the one thing that kept me from trying it was the thought of what would happen to my Simba without me. He was such a sweetheart, helping me through that time, lying in bed with me to comfort me - even though, normally, he NEVER got into bed with me. He knew I needed him. I’ll always be so grateful for him.
Number 10 is right on the money. My Murray, a stray I had seen hanging around, adopted me by running past me as I opened the door to enter my apartment one evening. He went straight for the refrigerator. I had nothing much suitable for a cat to eat - best I could do was lunchmeat. He ate a whole pack! Then I gave him some turkey-flavored Chunky soup. I left my door open for him to leave whenever he wanted to, but he never did - he settled down in front of the TV with me and we watched “ER” together. At bedtime I just shrugged and said, “OK, I guess you can stay.” And he’s been with me ever since.
I once bought a house because I did not want to look for a place to rent with 3 cats. We stayed in that house for 16 years. The cats had a blast and I have many happy memories of that house.
When I moved I brought my 3 cats with me. They have adjusted really well and possible are more affectionate than ever, possibly they do not want to lose their human mama during a transitional period.
About pets cats finding you…My son and I were on our front porch one night and down our street and up our steps came running this absolutely adorable kitten. My son has wanted a cat for 6 years. I never did due to some traumatic experience when I was young. But, this cat changed all that. She stayed around our home for 4 days and we finally took her inside. She immediately took to us and her litter box. We don’t know what we did without her.
About pet cats finding you…My son and I were on our front porch one night and down our street and up our steps came running this absolutely adorable kitten. My son has wanted a cat for 6 years. I never did due to some traumatic experience when I was young. But, this cat changed all that. She stayed around our home for 4 days and we finally took her inside. She immediately took to us and her litter box. We don’t know what we did without her.
Around 4 1/2 years ago, my son found an adult female Egyptian Mao in a barn, surrounded by angry dogs. He brought her home. I had no need for another cat, but fed her anyway. She adopted me. Unbeknownst to me, my little boy vanished in ‘04, never to be seen again. Peanut has helped me and loved me through these trying times. In my heart, I believe that she is another part of my son and his memory. I’ve never loved a pet and needed someone as much as I need her. She make me whole.
My cats helped me when my husband of 14 years passed away this year (2006). For the first few weeks all 3(socks, rosco & daisy) slept with me. Then in august my son & his friend came home with a fourth cat they found at a local paintball course. He was dirty & had fleas. His name is splat & he is a red classic tabby so he has a splat marking on his side. He terrorizes the other cats, has knocked over my 2 foot christmas tree 4 times so far ( i think he does it to watch it go splat on the floor)..lol. I took them all to get their picture with santa (an animal rescue group that helps with low cost spay/neuter sponsored this). My cats are all spayed/neutered but not declawed..I am a 4-H leader for cats & I promote spay/neuter & soft paws for those worried about claws. I love my furry grandbabies (socks dad was my baby). I have no idea what i would do without them. All 4 are trained to be tied on a leash, this year our live nativity scene had a cat my grandbaby socks participated. We are sure they had mice so we are sure there were cats nearby. I call them my angels god gave me. Hope every one is having a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year.
It was after 14 wonderful years that my beautiful Russian blue epileptic cat, Nikita had to be put to sleep. I shared my life with her from the time she was 4 weeks old and had to be bottle-fed. This was my first experience with making such a decision and, although it was the kindest thing I could do for her, I was distraught when I returned home alone. Although my precious girl was gone, I continued to see her lying in the places she used to love, in my minds eye. I had mentioned to my vet that I was interested in 2 kittens as soon as they had some rescues that were old enough to be adopted. Two days later I rec’d a call from the vet’s office. They had a sweet black cat named Angel that was two years old that was up for adoption and they said if I was interested to come in and meet him. Well, although it was not what I thought I wanted, it was love at first sight! He has been the only thing that got me over the hurdle of losing my wonderful Nikita! I somehow feel that she sent Angel to me! Now I have added to the brood and I have 3 others, a total of 4 in the household! (I did get that kitten, Jasper, a few months after Angel came to live with me. And later 2 strays, Kobe and Domino, joined them to make it 4). I love them all so very much and although I still think about Nikita a lot, they make it easier for me to smile every day!
On christmas eve I went to a friends house to drop off a christmas present. When I was leaving I found a cat crying curled up on the porch, it was clear that no one lived there. I couldn’t just leave him there it was 40 degrees and raining, so I took him home to live with my family ( me, my husband and our 3 cats. He is a five year old neutered male and his old family had a baby and moved away. They just threw him away like trash but I am the lucky one because he is the sweetest cat that uses a litter box and just loves his new family.
I found Ziggy 1 1/2 years ago in my garage. I was awakened by a crying kitten (my room is 100 yards from my garage). He was about 10 days old. I rescued him, bottle fed him and now he is a feisty, loving cat…
Two weeks ago I had knee surgery and he has stayed by my side while I recuperate - curled up next to me in bed. He is my favorite gift!
Every week I say to Shakti, “Thank you for being in my life! YOU saved ME!I am so lucky! I hope you are happy here!”
She was abandoned at a lake community her in NE three years ago, a warm week before Thanksgiving, and came running across the yard to my friend looking for human help, as he intuited. He was doing fall cleanup at his elderly mother’s, who HATES cats! He e-mailed me pictures and asked if I would take her in, she was “such a love!” He let her come and go from the garage, but snuck her into the lower level at night, and would call me up and let me listen to her purr or meow in bliss, stretched out on his legs for some luvin’. She’d sleep snuggled up in his armpit. His mother insisted he take her to the pound to be destroyed.
But . . . I just killed a fish and a plant and I can barely hold down a job because of the Fibromyalgia, and my ap’t is so small, and there’s no place for a litter box! What was I thinking!
Knowing nothing of Cats, not having a computer at home until a brother gifted me one that Xmas, I made some mistakes in the beginning. Read a book, left out kibble 24-7, too many “3am feed me NOW moews, hair pullings, head butts, tuggs on underpants SNAP!” That’ll wake you up! She gained 3 pounds in three weeks flat! Asked for Adoption Leave from my boss. And babie’s name is . . . ?Precious??!!” LOL! Three weeks and no name. Had spent time at work doing searches. Nothing seemed to fit.
I didn’t know to get her straight to a vet. She didn’t have any energy, didn’t seem to want to play much, and was always hungry. The only thing she’d play with was a jingle ball tied with string, more interested in the string!
I live in a very small duplex. 5 steps from living room to washer. She wouldn’t play one night, I put ball and string on couch, threw towels in dryer. Jingle. OH NO! Ball on one side of her, string on the other. I knew better than to leave that out! Trip 10 miles across town to hospital at 9pm, shot in butt, puke up string! And worms! They guessed she was 2-3 yrs old. When I checked in: “And your cat’s name is . . .” Uh . . . Being a student of world religion and metaphysics, and having seen an Ancient Egyptian Artifacts museum show with my mother, I was doing some searches for cat as godess. Bastet? No . . . she’s not that “sleek.” Shakti/Shiva Hindu creation was last search at work before coming home. Shakti as energy to Shiva’s material. It seemed to be a “hope,” an omen! Once de-wormed, she was a “new” kit-kat! Full of energy!
And she has helped me make it through much pain, exhaustion, isolation and doubt (divorced, afflicted and 40 something is hard!). Always by my side when I am bedridden. She’ll put her paws on my arm and lick my face. She knows! My buddy. Follows me around. Much grateful music when I come home at night. And she makes me laugh. Other people are lucky enough to have children as their screen-savers on their PC’s. I have Shakti. Everyone says, “what a gorgeous cat!” And the story gets told over and over!
I have learned SO MUCH from this site. Thank you Franny, and everyone else who contributes. She had bad matted fur on her hindquarters for a while. I finally got educated, switched her to healthier canned food, she’s lost weight, her coat is so soft and glossy and dandruff-free. I think I’m gonna switch to it, myself!
Everyone called her a Calico. NO! She’s a Tabby! She has all the markings! Medium-haired, colors of fall. Very talkative. Franny “nailed” her markings for me! A “Tabico.” And still learning, just recently that Calico breeds are more talkative. And she is! Since she came to me as a “wild child,” I worked hard to keep her from getting out, but didn’t want her to take off. I started with carrying her around the property, learning front and back doors. Then harness and leash. Then a “kitty prison” on the patio. Ventures out now and then, always accompanied, always leave the door open so she can dash inside when something spooks her. I Plant a cat garden on the patio every year. It’s all about her! I own more toy mice than even I can believe! She gets me down on the floor to play, which is good for me, and when things are bad, I lob toy mice off the sofa, and she flies 4 ft into the air and catches them and batts them around. Who needs TV??!!
OK, I am too long-winded. And very lucky. How can anyone not appreciate such glorious creatures??!! My life was meaningless til she graced me with her energy.
I didn’t save her, she saved me!
Oh, I forgot a really fun part of life with kitty-butt. Routines. I get home, rub snuggle RRRRRR love! Roll Roll Roll on the patio! Let’s get the mail! “Let’s go get the mail!” Go out front door, sniff air, look for grass to nibble (nothing but snow this week!). Roll Roll Roll on the sidewalk! More luvin’. Watch cars go by. Time for dinner.
No matter how horrible I feel when I get home — 8, 9. . . later sometimes. I hate that she has to put up with my crappy hours. She’s happy to see me, she perks me up, she makes me know that I WILL get out of bed tomorrow and go to work! ‘Cause I survive to feed kit-kat, and SHE’S keeping me going! Not the job. Not anything in life. Oops–here she comes trying to figure out why I’m sitting at this keyboard, even though she was contentedly asleep on the arm of my chair a minute ago!!