K is for kitty cats
Kitty cats have been a big part of my life. It all started with the hero cat than “followed” my sister home… she had to carry him across the busy streets buy otherwise he followed her home. Because of the way he went after the fish in the aquarium he was named Ding-A-Ling. One late night my mom heard the cat howling at the window. she went to look and saw man outside cutting our garden hose. She called the police, the guy ran off and the cat had saved the day. We had him for years.
We had two brothers we adopted… Champagne and Caviar (an off white color and a black and grey). Champagne was a lazy cat who got big enough he no longer fit on the window sill and fell out one day. Caviar was the daredevil who actually got on top of the stairway door and just sat up there. These brothers moved to a friends farm and lived out some of their mouse fantasies.
Kodiak, Kody for short, Dad said he looked like a kodiak bear. He was a cuddle bug and was usually found next to my Mom. We had him until he died under the dining room table when my parents were gone on vacation for the weekend and my sister stopped in to feed him but he was already gone.
The next cat we got was named Wrinkles… long story that has to do with a race car for some other time. She was not the smartest kitty who more than once ran down the hall forgetting to stop or turn a little to avoid the wall. She also found out she was declawed the hard way – running to the back of the couch and trying to attach to the screen only to slide down to the ground. We had to get rid of her when we moved and got her a nice new home with the help of the local vet.
We had a cat I swear had a little Siamese in him, Izumi. My daughter named him. She also teased him too much and they didn’t always get along then. But he was a good cat to me. He ended up with my daughter’s best friend. We still get pictures of him regularly. He is about 12 years only now… really getting up there in years.
That brings me to my three legged cat. Stumpy was born with three legs and a Stump… following where his name came from? We got him when a friend had to move and could only take one of his two cats to the new apartment. He was my shadow everyday until he got very sick with ketoacidosis and had to be put to sleep in my arms. I still so miss that boy!
Leaving our current kitty Chevy. She was a farm cat that was the runt of the litter and there were fears she would never make it on the farm. She is now a TOTALLY SPOILED little princess of a kitty. But she has her sweet side to when she will sit next to you when you are having a bad day. I hope we have her for a lot more years!
I loved each and everyone of them and will never forget them. They were a part of the family for sure. Have you got a kitty cat?
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