Stories about Cats you will Love to Read
Peezie
My cat is not like other cats I've seen before. He grew up
with my dog Deebo, so he kind of acts like a dog. He will lay
on the floor on his back and wait for someone to tub his
belly, and if you stop, he will paw at you until you begin
again.
Also he plays fetch. I have a toy that resembles a fishing
pole with a fly on the end. I throw it down the hall way
and he races after it and brings it back to my feet and
waits until I throw it again. My Peezie is the greatest
kitty in the world.
Jessica
Tyggress and Prowler
Bertram Workum
Tyggress and Prowler were born Jan. 26, 1990, and came into
my life March 12 of that year. From the beginning, they
were devoted sisters. Tygress -- Tyg for short -- is larger
and dominant.
When they were six months, I had them spayed and their front
claws removed. Coming home, Tyg was cautious, but Prowler
started running and jumping as if nothing had happened. It
was very warm that night, and when I went to bed I placed
them in a favorite bathroom window, so they could feel the
breeze. My bedroom was air-conditioned, so the door was
almost shut.
About 4 a.m., I heard this loud, insistent mewing. When I
got to the bedroom door, Tyg was there, and I heard a tiny
mewing cry from nearby. Tyg kept trying to get me to follow
her. I did, right to the bathroom. There was Prowler,
crying; she wanted to get down from the window, but her paws
had started to hurt, and she was afraid to jump.
Later that morning, the vet said she had been too active,
and reached her thresh hold of pain. She recovered within a
day.
But these two wonderful creatures didn't limit their helping
to kitty cats. In 1994, I was living with my mother, who was
starting to suffer from dementia. About 3 or 4 a.m. one
night, I was suddenly awakened by Tyg and Prowler loudly
mewing in my ear. When I got up, the led me to my mother's
room. Mother had gotten out of bed, fallen, and couldn't
get up. Tyg and Prowler knew something was wrong, and
summoned me to help.
Is there any wonder why I love these little gifts from God?
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Tammy my Short Black Cat
Diane Lurz
Tammy is a short black cat. She has no white on her any
where. She is 18 years old. has grown up with our 3 kids.
She was very upset when we got a new Dog ( Spike) a register
white terrier puppy last fall. Tammy hid in the basement for
4 months. We would bring her upstairs but she would run back
to the basement. One day I forgot and lock them them in the
same room. I was in such a hurry to go down town. When I
came back they were being nice to each other. As time has
gone by they are now good friends and sleep in the dog house
together on nice warm nights. Spike still runs out to meet
Tammy but Tammy no longer runs to the basement. She just
sits there knowing her friend will not hurt her.
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Oscar
Pauline Dolle
As soon as I saw Oscar at the pound, I knew I had to have
him. He came up to me, put his paws on my arm, and meowed
"take me home!" Now, he entertains me and my family with
all of his little antics.
One of his favorite pastimes has been chasing the
flashlights beam. He's skidded in to doors, closets and
walls without taking his eyes of that light. He also likes
licking the dishwasher with his paws flat against the
surface.
Maybe my cat isn't that interesting as some other cats, but
I love him nonetheless.
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Two World Travelers...& a Bit of Spunk
By: Jasmine, Cleopatra, & Sadie
My husband and I got married in May of 1998.
He was being stationed in Spain for the military.
I would shortly follow and find that he had
adopted two kittens before I came. Two sisters
to be exact. Because my husband was interested
in the Arabic culture, we named the two new
member of our family Jasmine and Cleopatra.
About two years later, with many funny and not
so funny cat stories, we boarded a plane headed
for the United States, all four of us. The
only other companions they had on that ride
were German Shepherds and Labradors. Jasmine
has been a little insane ever since. That just
adds to her diva personality though.
Jasmine wants things on her terms but Cleo on
the other hand, will jump in your lap at the
drop of a hat. A little "here kitty" and she
comes barreling.
One day, a trip to the vet's office made our
family of four turn into five. There was this
darling 5 week old kitten just rescued from a
farm filled with torture.
She had a broken tail, and a bit ear and neck.
For all of her wounds, she had spunk. My husband
held her and made the mistake of looking away
from her. She gave him a little gentle smack
on the cheek to regain his attention. She was
daddy's girl ever since.
Sadie is her name. She has more spunk and
charisma than the other two combined. She pounces
on and chases her sisters. Being half their
size is not a deterrent in the least.
We have 3 totally different personalities in our
cat family and love them all.
Jasmine, Cleopatra, Sadie, & Mom, Carla
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Princess & Dutchess Saved me from alcohol
Hey! My story is really neat, but I have no scanner, I can
just tell you that my 2 kitties are the cutest in the world
with the best personalities, but all kitties are like that
though.
I moved out of state with my kitten after her requirements
for care made me put my alcohol addiction on the back
burner, she needed love, and her love weaned me off of
alcohol. I now have her and another baby (who was abandoned
at 2 days old) both are over a year old now, and I don't
know what I would do without them. I still drink a few
beers, but that is the physical part, I'm 25, single (from a
human) but at least now I feel I have a reason to be decent
for someone, my Princess and Dutchess. My kitties saved my
life, I love them so much, I don't want them with anyone
else, when before, I was ready to end it all.
Thank you for the mail......Cindy
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the appropriate training regime is to walk up to the bowl of
this awful processed food, sniff at it, walk around the bowl
a few times, and then decamp to your favorite perch for a
nice little nap.
A few days of this, and the human begins to feel guilty
about you starving. Eventually they will produce something
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