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On Thu, 06 Nov 2003 18:22:10 GMT, "Mary" dijo:
I have never heard of a cat living past the age of 22. I assume you have. The vet we go to has a framed picture on the waiting room wall of a cat that lived to 25 1/2. My previous cat was born in my presence, always had access to outdoors, and died in my arms a bit past his 19th birthday. I always thought 15-20 was typical. -- Bogus e-mail address, but I read this newsgroup regularly, so reply here. |
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On Thu, 06 Nov 2003 18:22:10 GMT, "Mary" dijo:
I have never heard of a cat living past the age of 22. I assume you have. The vet we go to has a framed picture on the waiting room wall of a cat that lived to 25 1/2. My previous cat was born in my presence, always had access to outdoors, and died in my arms a bit past his 19th birthday. I always thought 15-20 was typical. -- Bogus e-mail address, but I read this newsgroup regularly, so reply here. |
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"Marek Williams" wrote in message ... On Thu, 06 Nov 2003 18:22:10 GMT, "Mary" dijo: I have never heard of a cat living past the age of 22. I assume you have. The vet we go to has a framed picture on the waiting room wall of a cat that lived to 25 1/2. Wow! I knew a cat named Harriett who was supposedly 23. She was a white Persion, nastiest, scabbiest, meanest little boney-butted cat I had ever seen. :-) Her owner gave her the best of everything, and Harriett loved it. She was so full of herself she held two males twice her size in abject fear of her. Hee! My previous cat was born in my presence, always had access to outdoors, and died in my arms a bit past his 19th birthday. I always thought 15-20 was typical. That's so hard. My baby was 20, not born in my presence but adopted as a pregnant stray at 6 months. I held her while she died, too. I'll never forget that she was the one I held in my arms and cried to the nights my father and mother died. |
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"Marek Williams" wrote in message ... On Thu, 06 Nov 2003 18:22:10 GMT, "Mary" dijo: I have never heard of a cat living past the age of 22. I assume you have. The vet we go to has a framed picture on the waiting room wall of a cat that lived to 25 1/2. Wow! I knew a cat named Harriett who was supposedly 23. She was a white Persion, nastiest, scabbiest, meanest little boney-butted cat I had ever seen. :-) Her owner gave her the best of everything, and Harriett loved it. She was so full of herself she held two males twice her size in abject fear of her. Hee! My previous cat was born in my presence, always had access to outdoors, and died in my arms a bit past his 19th birthday. I always thought 15-20 was typical. That's so hard. My baby was 20, not born in my presence but adopted as a pregnant stray at 6 months. I held her while she died, too. I'll never forget that she was the one I held in my arms and cried to the nights my father and mother died. |
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"Marek Williams" wrote in message ... On Thu, 06 Nov 2003 18:22:10 GMT, "Mary" dijo: I have never heard of a cat living past the age of 22. I assume you have. The vet we go to has a framed picture on the waiting room wall of a cat that lived to 25 1/2. Wow! I knew a cat named Harriett who was supposedly 23. She was a white Persion, nastiest, scabbiest, meanest little boney-butted cat I had ever seen. :-) Her owner gave her the best of everything, and Harriett loved it. She was so full of herself she held two males twice her size in abject fear of her. Hee! My previous cat was born in my presence, always had access to outdoors, and died in my arms a bit past his 19th birthday. I always thought 15-20 was typical. That's so hard. My baby was 20, not born in my presence but adopted as a pregnant stray at 6 months. I held her while she died, too. I'll never forget that she was the one I held in my arms and cried to the nights my father and mother died. |
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