Hello Fellow Cat Lovers
I just discovered this site and have enjoyed browsing it.
My husband and I have been married two years and although my children are grown, we had a furry family to blend. He had one cat. I had three dogs. Now we six cats and two dogs… I lost my beloved Sheltie shortly after we married to lymphoma. The two dogs I have were left behind by my youngest son when he moved out.
All of our pets are rescues.
We have Tiger, the queen of all she surveys. My husband has had her since she was a tiny kitten and she will soon be 14 years old. She lets me live in my house even though she moved in. She is a beautifully marked tabby.
Then there is Boo. He was the off spring of another rescued cat, Miss Kitty, that we gave to some friends. A car hit her and her hindquarters were crippled. When we realized she was expecting, we were afraid delivering the babies would kill her. We carried her in to have her spayed and when they went to get her the next morning for the procedure, she had delivered a stillborn and Boo. When my husband brought Miss Kitty and Boo here to recover from her surgery, I fell in love with the kitten. If Boo isn’t a Bombay, he’s as close as it gets without getting there. Boo was born just 19 days after my first granddaughter. They will both be 4 this July.
Midnight is a longhaired black Persian. He’s about 5 years old and I think he must have suffered malnutrition as a kitten. He’s the boniest cat I’ve ever come across and quite small.
Then there is Big Black Cat. By the time he came along, I thought if we didn’t name him, we wouldn’t get stuck with him. He’s a huge thing and the most lovable of all our cats. The call of the wild is just too much for him, so he is our resident shop cat. He weighs about 16 to17 pounds and it’s all muscle and so much like Boo that when he’s inside and I can’t see Boo, I wouldn’t know which it was except that Big Black is a talker. They both have incredible eyes.
We had two weeks after our marriage to move my husband’s things from his apartment into our house. His complex was a favorite place for people to abandon cats and that is how we wound up with so many. I thought I was home free as I made the LAST trip over to clear the apartment for inspection when I noticed that a cat I had seen often had gotten painfully thin. As I went up the steps, I made the mistake of speaking to it and then petting it. When I told my husband what I had done, he admitted the cat had been breaking his heart, but since he was leaving, he hadn’t wanted to get it used to coming to his door for food.
I stepped outside the apartment and the cat was gone. I called him and he came running up three flights of stairs to me which I will never understand, because Angel is a solid white short hair with sky blues eyes and is stone deaf. He is probably very aged, but we don’t know for sure. He gets sick a lot and most of his teeth are broken. The way he reacts to a vet’s office, I’ve often wondered if he wasn’t used as a lab rat. He just sorts of goes into a trance and ropes of saliva start running out of his mouth. It’s the most pitiful thing.
And finally, we added Sir Winston to the collection last fall. He’s a white Persian with green eyes that was abandoned at our vets. He’s still trying to earn his stripes around here. The other cats give him a pretty hard time, but he’s just a baby and handles all things with a quiet dignity.
The dogs are a chow/lab mix named Lucky and a blond chow named Matone. They tread lightly and have a deep and almost reverent respect for the cats. Life is just less complicated for them that way.
Regards to all... Tiger's Serf
I just discovered this site and have enjoyed browsing it.
My husband and I have been married two years and although my children are grown, we had a furry family to blend. He had one cat. I had three dogs. Now we six cats and two dogs… I lost my beloved Sheltie shortly after we married to lymphoma. The two dogs I have were left behind by my youngest son when he moved out.
All of our pets are rescues.
We have Tiger, the queen of all she surveys. My husband has had her since she was a tiny kitten and she will soon be 14 years old. She lets me live in my house even though she moved in. She is a beautifully marked tabby.
Then there is Boo. He was the off spring of another rescued cat, Miss Kitty, that we gave to some friends. A car hit her and her hindquarters were crippled. When we realized she was expecting, we were afraid delivering the babies would kill her. We carried her in to have her spayed and when they went to get her the next morning for the procedure, she had delivered a stillborn and Boo. When my husband brought Miss Kitty and Boo here to recover from her surgery, I fell in love with the kitten. If Boo isn’t a Bombay, he’s as close as it gets without getting there. Boo was born just 19 days after my first granddaughter. They will both be 4 this July.
Midnight is a longhaired black Persian. He’s about 5 years old and I think he must have suffered malnutrition as a kitten. He’s the boniest cat I’ve ever come across and quite small.
Then there is Big Black Cat. By the time he came along, I thought if we didn’t name him, we wouldn’t get stuck with him. He’s a huge thing and the most lovable of all our cats. The call of the wild is just too much for him, so he is our resident shop cat. He weighs about 16 to17 pounds and it’s all muscle and so much like Boo that when he’s inside and I can’t see Boo, I wouldn’t know which it was except that Big Black is a talker. They both have incredible eyes.
We had two weeks after our marriage to move my husband’s things from his apartment into our house. His complex was a favorite place for people to abandon cats and that is how we wound up with so many. I thought I was home free as I made the LAST trip over to clear the apartment for inspection when I noticed that a cat I had seen often had gotten painfully thin. As I went up the steps, I made the mistake of speaking to it and then petting it. When I told my husband what I had done, he admitted the cat had been breaking his heart, but since he was leaving, he hadn’t wanted to get it used to coming to his door for food.
I stepped outside the apartment and the cat was gone. I called him and he came running up three flights of stairs to me which I will never understand, because Angel is a solid white short hair with sky blues eyes and is stone deaf. He is probably very aged, but we don’t know for sure. He gets sick a lot and most of his teeth are broken. The way he reacts to a vet’s office, I’ve often wondered if he wasn’t used as a lab rat. He just sorts of goes into a trance and ropes of saliva start running out of his mouth. It’s the most pitiful thing.
And finally, we added Sir Winston to the collection last fall. He’s a white Persian with green eyes that was abandoned at our vets. He’s still trying to earn his stripes around here. The other cats give him a pretty hard time, but he’s just a baby and handles all things with a quiet dignity.
The dogs are a chow/lab mix named Lucky and a blond chow named Matone. They tread lightly and have a deep and almost reverent respect for the cats. Life is just less complicated for them that way.
Regards to all... Tiger's Serf
