Living and let die
I try to write my story, happened far away in Germany:
In summer of 2000 I decided to share my home with a cat. So I went to the cat-shelter and there was a proud and strong, tabbied (?) tomcat called "Tarzan", 8 years old. When I visited him, while talking to the woman of the cat-shelter, he jumped on a board and headbutt me loving. Sure, he wanted that I took him home, I did.
I gave him the name "Rudi", because my uncle Rudi also was a strong and proud Person. This cat was the first in my household and I am so proud that he lived here. We spent a harmonious life. He was a kind of sunshine. When I get akes by menstruation he kneaded my abdomen as if he knew that this would be better than each hot-water bottle. He kneaded the pain away, best medicine of the world. In winter of 2000 I thought he must get a companion and I brought him a nice she-cat called Dolly. Rudi wasn't able to accept her, I think he hated her. We tried for 6 weeks, but unfortunately she had to go. Rudi was getting ill. He refused food. He lost lot of his proudly weight and got thinner and thinner. The vet made lots of examinations and an operation made clear: he had cancer, a big tumor underneath the liver. I had to gave the final okay.
In my sorrow I realized that it would be better to let another lonesome cat find a new home. So in February 2002 I took Sammy back home, about 6 years old, a tabbied tomcat who suffered from pancreas insufficiency. Stupid me, I thought he is ill and I know it already. Sammy visible enjoyed his new living conditions and he got more healthy, needed less enzymes/medicine. We lived an amusing and harmonious life and spent a wonderful summer.
On april 2003 I offered him the possibility to share his life with another cat. After I spent three times at the cat-shelter to come to know this cat, I took "Mariechen" home, an ex-straycat about 6-8 years old. Obvious she lived long time in the streets, she got only half a tail, missing some teeth and being very, very, very shy! Sammy accepted her nearly at once. They spent a lot of time together and Mariechen was in love with Sammy. Me, I spent a lot of time on my knees to contact her, blinking and speaking with a soft and calm voice. After a long while there was the first permission for petting. Only one month later Sammy got ill, refused food... The vet made lots of examinations and an operation made clear: he had cancer, a tumor at the gall. The second time they told me that it would be non-operable.
The following time was very hard, my little shy she-tiger cried in the night. She shouted and mourned for Sammy. That let me feel a breaking heart... I knew she would die for suffer if I wouldn't gave her the chance to live with a cat. So I remembered the black tomcat at the cat-shelter, Mariechen liked him very much. I talked to the woman and she also thought that it would be the best. So I went there and spent an hour with the candidate. A very beautiful, 14 month old tom. The woman told me his story and I was really astonished: He is born at the cat-shelter, 12 weeks old a couple took him home but gave him back because of "being too wild". So he spent a time at the cat-shelter and one lady took him with. After about 3 month she brought him back because she was pregnant. So this wonderful cat passed three times at the cat-shelter and two times at a new "home"!!! In the age of 14 month!!!!
While spending one hour together we (the cat and I) came over that he moves in a new home.
Mariechen was delighted, yes she was. This black cat I called Caballito, because he behaves like a little horse and Caballito is the meaning of just in spanish. We lived almost 6 month together, Caballito and Mariechen were a different but accepted couple. Suddenly she went ill. I brought her to two different vets and afterwards to the clinic and Mariechen was diagnosed with FIP. They put her to sleep. I thought that there were no more tears in my eyes, good gracious - there were. These cats really lived a short time here, but they conquered my heart!
Suddenly Caballito lived alone. He got nervous, meowed a lot, run up and down. Each of my steps were followed. He was very thin and it was difficult to feed him. I took him to the vet and they checked the blood. The parameter didn't let think of FIP.
November 2003 a little 7 month old run-wild tomcat came into our home. He was born in an area of gardens and the cat-shelter picked him up in the age of about 4 month. He did not know humans or he didn't accepted them. He spit and growled like a big dog. It seemed as if he was hating me. So I spent a lot of time on my knees and I contacted him in a cat's behavior. It worked. His name is Matou, the french word for tomcat. But the best thing is, he loves Caballito and Caballito loves Matou.
Now we're in summer of 2004 and I enjoy my life with two handsome cats. Both(!) are tender, funny, loving and I hope they are healthy. I hope now there is the time for me and my cats to live a happy life together.