Post your Cat =^..^=
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I hope you don't find that odd?
teabagger11
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Do as i say
teabagger11
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Well after you rub my belly
iman29
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They both look like the statues you see in the furniture store showroom lol
Karate Monkey
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My favorite picture of our now deceased feral Mama:
Shortly after this, she got a little too old to "make it" into the bird bath (which we used to fill, but kept dry for her), and she knocked the flower off the base. She made it another 4 years.
My second favorite:
After this, she (we) moved her into the garage. While she was a tough little tuxie, her kidneys started to fail...and on Tramadol, she could no longer roam outside. 18 years for a feral is no small feat--my partner literally remembers the day she showed up on the back porch (and the ensuing pulling up of planks when her parents realized that she had given birth under the deck).
Shortly after this, she got a little too old to "make it" into the bird bath (which we used to fill, but kept dry for her), and she knocked the flower off the base. She made it another 4 years.
My second favorite:
After this, she (we) moved her into the garage. While she was a tough little tuxie, her kidneys started to fail...and on Tramadol, she could no longer roam outside. 18 years for a feral is no small feat--my partner literally remembers the day she showed up on the back porch (and the ensuing pulling up of planks when her parents realized that she had given birth under the deck).
Badass!
Karate Monkey
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Nina, and her fabulous Tortie-Dazzle-Camo (TM) has a thing for inspecting bags that may or may not already be on the floor.
She also likes to perform physics experiments to test if gravity is still working as expected (it is)
She also likes to perform physics experiments to test if gravity is still working as expected (it is)
A tribute to "Whiskers" aka "Blackjack".
He came into our lives about a decade ago. He would sit under the chair in the yard, in plain view, kindly requesting a meal. Black with long white whiskers and so he became "Whiskers" to me. Always at a distance, no petting, but gave the slow blink of acceptance.
He was the typical tom cat so after awhile we thought it responsible to get him fixed and inoculated. I trapped him and used the St Huberts exchange program to get it done. Upon releasing him back "home"....he left us......
Years pass, then out of the blue, black cat under the chair! This time with a fairly nasty head wound. Perhaps a close call with a car. I watched him heal, then gone again. A few years later, a lame leg. He could always count on a meal here, but with another cat around he never stayed.
He would be gone for long periods. But to pull up the driveway and see him in the yard .....a gift.....like a visit from an old friend.
I eventually found out he was staying with a neighbor several houses away , a widower. To her "Blackjack". We would exchange updates and sightings via FB. But eventially she move away, maybe a nursing facility. I was concerned for him, and the winter a few years ago particularly harsh, i assumed he didnt survive.
Then last year, a black cat under the chair. He was much smaller, thin, but the same mannerism, limping, unmistakeably him. The widow was very happy to hear. He was unsatiable, not from neglect but rather Hyperthyroidism. I followed him one night to find his other family, about a quarter mile away, through wood and hill. It was good to know he had shelter for the winter.
He came back this spring. We fed him well, and he now allowed pets. I worried about his trips back and forth, and was amazed by his determination. But that was him, infinite persistence.
Goodbye Whiskers, you were respected appreciated and loved.
He came into our lives about a decade ago. He would sit under the chair in the yard, in plain view, kindly requesting a meal. Black with long white whiskers and so he became "Whiskers" to me. Always at a distance, no petting, but gave the slow blink of acceptance.
He was the typical tom cat so after awhile we thought it responsible to get him fixed and inoculated. I trapped him and used the St Huberts exchange program to get it done. Upon releasing him back "home"....he left us......
Years pass, then out of the blue, black cat under the chair! This time with a fairly nasty head wound. Perhaps a close call with a car. I watched him heal, then gone again. A few years later, a lame leg. He could always count on a meal here, but with another cat around he never stayed.
He would be gone for long periods. But to pull up the driveway and see him in the yard .....a gift.....like a visit from an old friend.
I eventually found out he was staying with a neighbor several houses away , a widower. To her "Blackjack". We would exchange updates and sightings via FB. But eventially she move away, maybe a nursing facility. I was concerned for him, and the winter a few years ago particularly harsh, i assumed he didnt survive.
Then last year, a black cat under the chair. He was much smaller, thin, but the same mannerism, limping, unmistakeably him. The widow was very happy to hear. He was unsatiable, not from neglect but rather Hyperthyroidism. I followed him one night to find his other family, about a quarter mile away, through wood and hill. It was good to know he had shelter for the winter.
He came back this spring. We fed him well, and he now allowed pets. I worried about his trips back and forth, and was amazed by his determination. But that was him, infinite persistence.
Goodbye Whiskers, you were respected appreciated and loved.
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iman29
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they are really much tougher than we think. Nice tribute.
teabagger11
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He was beautiful cat, nice words
Karate Monkey
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Gotta line them up in order of slinky-ness