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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
I was Kenzie's third, and last human.
I adopted her from a family whose young son had developed severe asthma. They were DESPERATE to find a good home for her, but they wouldn't even turn her in to a no-kill shelter: they wanted to be sure Kenzie went to a home they approved of. One of my two cats had gone to the Bridge, and after some months, I was looking for another kitty. I called a no-kill shelter, and asked about cats that were being fostered, because it's hard to get a good 'feel' for a cat's personality, when they have been in a cage, and you spend an hour with them. The shelter gave my name and phone number to the family that had Kenzie, and I spoke with the family's mother for about 2 hours. She liked me I live alone, and I own my own home. And, I used to work for a vet, as well. The next day, I put my carrier in my car, and drove the 40 miles to go meet Kenzie. I still remember seeing her down the length of a hallway, and thinking how pretty she was! She was a VERY pretty calico cat. Everyone who met her told me so. I approached Kenzie, and got down on my knees about 3 feet away, and put my hand out. Kenzie came right up to me, and nuzzled my hand. I started petting her, and scritching her ears. She was purring up a storm. While I was getting to know Kenzie a little, and asking questions about her, the lady kept asking me 'do you like her?'; 'do you think you will take her?'. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was telling her about how well Kenzie was settling in at my house, that she told me that the doctor had told them they must find a new home for their cat, and they had been trying to find a 'good home' for her for about 3 MONTHS, with no luck, until I turned up. I like to think I was the lucky one Kenzie didn't have a single bad habit... not ONE. She asked for attention, but never demanded it. Not once, ever, did she jump up on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, my many sets of book shelves, or my computer table. She just didn't jump up on things. It took me two YEARS to convince her that it was OK to get up on my little sofa/recliner. Kenzie never became a real 'lap cat', but sometimes, when I was watching TV, she would come and jump up and lie in my lap. Usually, she only stayed for 10 or 15 minutes. But, on rare occasions, she would stay longer, occasionally falling asleep in my lap, and staying with me for an hour or two. That was always a real treat for me Kenzie never woke me up, demanding to be fed. When I got up, she would go over to her empty food dish, and stand over it and meow, not demanding, but calling attention to the empty bowl; that was all she ever did. When she was overweight, and I had to strictly measure out LESS than 1/2 cup of food a day, she ate her small amount of food, and would meow to ask for more, but only for a little while. Sometime I gave in and gave her some more food, but not often. When Kenzie got sick, first with hyperthyroidism, and then her other illnesses, she was always SO GOOD about letting me give her her many pills. Sometimes, I didn't get them far enough back on her tongue, and she would spit them out. And then she would just sit there, and let me try again. The Tapezole was VERY bitter, but she never, EVER even tried to make it at all difficult to give her her medications. Once or twice, it took me FOUR tries to give her her Tapazole. She just stayed by my feet, and let me try to give it to her again, and again. After I gave her her medication, I always her a bit of sardine, one of her very favorite treats. It wasn't very much; but enough to take the taste of the bitter Tapezole out of her mouth, if I had had difficulty giving it to her, and she had spit it out. It was a terribly inadequate reward, for her near saintly behavior, when she was sick, and I had to give her as many as five different medications, every day. Kenzie's other favorite treat was potato chips (crisps, in Great Britain). Fortunately, her previous humans told me of her love of potato chips, for I would never have figured it out. Kenzie loved potato chip more than sardines, I think. I used to buy small bags, just to have them for her. Potato chips are not good food for humans or cats, but Kenzie loved them so. I have met many, many cats. Some are friendlier, and more outgoing than Kenzie was, but I never met another cat with such a sweet disposition. Kenzie was a very, very special cat. How fortunate I was, to share her life, though I wish it could have been longer. I buried her in my back yard, underneath the lilac bushes, near my other two RB kitties, Lucky and Blizzard. I know that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to thing a tiny bit remained behind, where I laid her to rest; and sometimes I go and talk to her, and to Lucky and Blizzard, also. |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
I finkz dat quz booifulz. Ta be honest, I finkz da cats in diz house,
cludink me, got all da bad habits ur cat didn't. Specially waking gramby up demandink attension and fudz. "Gandalf" wrote in message ... I was Kenzie's third, and last human. I adopted her from a family whose young son had developed severe asthma. They were DESPERATE to find a good home for her, but they wouldn't even turn her in to a no-kill shelter: they wanted to be sure Kenzie went to a home they approved of. One of my two cats had gone to the Bridge, and after some months, I was looking for another kitty. I called a no-kill shelter, and asked about cats that were being fostered, because it's hard to get a good 'feel' for a cat's personality, when they have been in a cage, and you spend an hour with them. The shelter gave my name and phone number to the family that had Kenzie, and I spoke with the family's mother for about 2 hours. She liked me I live alone, and I own my own home. And, I used to work for a vet, as well. The next day, I put my carrier in my car, and drove the 40 miles to go meet Kenzie. I still remember seeing her down the length of a hallway, and thinking how pretty she was! She was a VERY pretty calico cat. Everyone who met her told me so. I approached Kenzie, and got down on my knees about 3 feet away, and put my hand out. Kenzie came right up to me, and nuzzled my hand. I started petting her, and scritching her ears. She was purring up a storm. While I was getting to know Kenzie a little, and asking questions about her, the lady kept asking me 'do you like her?'; 'do you think you will take her?'. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was telling her about how well Kenzie was settling in at my house, that she told me that the doctor had told them they must find a new home for their cat, and they had been trying to find a 'good home' for her for about 3 MONTHS, with no luck, until I turned up. I like to think I was the lucky one Kenzie didn't have a single bad habit... not ONE. She asked for attention, but never demanded it. Not once, ever, did she jump up on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, my many sets of book shelves, or my computer table. She just didn't jump up on things. It took me two YEARS to convince her that it was OK to get up on my little sofa/recliner. Kenzie never became a real 'lap cat', but sometimes, when I was watching TV, she would come and jump up and lie in my lap. Usually, she only stayed for 10 or 15 minutes. But, on rare occasions, she would stay longer, occasionally falling asleep in my lap, and staying with me for an hour or two. That was always a real treat for me Kenzie never woke me up, demanding to be fed. When I got up, she would go over to her empty food dish, and stand over it and meow, not demanding, but calling attention to the empty bowl; that was all she ever did. When she was overweight, and I had to strictly measure out LESS than 1/2 cup of food a day, she ate her small amount of food, and would meow to ask for more, but only for a little while. Sometime I gave in and gave her some more food, but not often. When Kenzie got sick, first with hyperthyroidism, and then her other illnesses, she was always SO GOOD about letting me give her her many pills. Sometimes, I didn't get them far enough back on her tongue, and she would spit them out. And then she would just sit there, and let me try again. The Tapezole was VERY bitter, but she never, EVER even tried to make it at all difficult to give her her medications. Once or twice, it took me FOUR tries to give her her Tapazole. She just stayed by my feet, and let me try to give it to her again, and again. After I gave her her medication, I always her a bit of sardine, one of her very favorite treats. It wasn't very much; but enough to take the taste of the bitter Tapezole out of her mouth, if I had had difficulty giving it to her, and she had spit it out. It was a terribly inadequate reward, for her near saintly behavior, when she was sick, and I had to give her as many as five different medications, every day. Kenzie's other favorite treat was potato chips (crisps, in Great Britain). Fortunately, her previous humans told me of her love of potato chips, for I would never have figured it out. Kenzie loved potato chip more than sardines, I think. I used to buy small bags, just to have them for her. Potato chips are not good food for humans or cats, but Kenzie loved them so. I have met many, many cats. Some are friendlier, and more outgoing than Kenzie was, but I never met another cat with such a sweet disposition. Kenzie was a very, very special cat. How fortunate I was, to share her life, though I wish it could have been longer. I buried her in my back yard, underneath the lilac bushes, near my other two RB kitties, Lucky and Blizzard. I know that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to thing a tiny bit remained behind, where I laid her to rest; and sometimes I go and talk to her, and to Lucky and Blizzard, also. |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
oej shed a tear for a sister calico,
"Gandalf" wrote in message ... I was Kenzie's third, and last human. I adopted her from a family whose young son had developed severe asthma. They were DESPERATE to find a good home for her, but they wouldn't even turn her in to a no-kill shelter: they wanted to be sure Kenzie went to a home they approved of. One of my two cats had gone to the Bridge, and after some months, I was looking for another kitty. I called a no-kill shelter, and asked about cats that were being fostered, because it's hard to get a good 'feel' for a cat's personality, when they have been in a cage, and you spend an hour with them. The shelter gave my name and phone number to the family that had Kenzie, and I spoke with the family's mother for about 2 hours. She liked me I live alone, and I own my own home. And, I used to work for a vet, as well. The next day, I put my carrier in my car, and drove the 40 miles to go meet Kenzie. I still remember seeing her down the length of a hallway, and thinking how pretty she was! She was a VERY pretty calico cat. Everyone who met her told me so. I approached Kenzie, and got down on my knees about 3 feet away, and put my hand out. Kenzie came right up to me, and nuzzled my hand. I started petting her, and scritching her ears. She was purring up a storm. While I was getting to know Kenzie a little, and asking questions about her, the lady kept asking me 'do you like her?'; 'do you think you will take her?'. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was telling her about how well Kenzie was settling in at my house, that she told me that the doctor had told them they must find a new home for their cat, and they had been trying to find a 'good home' for her for about 3 MONTHS, with no luck, until I turned up. I like to think I was the lucky one Kenzie didn't have a single bad habit... not ONE. She asked for attention, but never demanded it. Not once, ever, did she jump up on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, my many sets of book shelves, or my computer table. She just didn't jump up on things. It took me two YEARS to convince her that it was OK to get up on my little sofa/recliner. Kenzie never became a real 'lap cat', but sometimes, when I was watching TV, she would come and jump up and lie in my lap. Usually, she only stayed for 10 or 15 minutes. But, on rare occasions, she would stay longer, occasionally falling asleep in my lap, and staying with me for an hour or two. That was always a real treat for me Kenzie never woke me up, demanding to be fed. When I got up, she would go over to her empty food dish, and stand over it and meow, not demanding, but calling attention to the empty bowl; that was all she ever did. When she was overweight, and I had to strictly measure out LESS than 1/2 cup of food a day, she ate her small amount of food, and would meow to ask for more, but only for a little while. Sometime I gave in and gave her some more food, but not often. When Kenzie got sick, first with hyperthyroidism, and then her other illnesses, she was always SO GOOD about letting me give her her many pills. Sometimes, I didn't get them far enough back on her tongue, and she would spit them out. And then she would just sit there, and let me try again. The Tapezole was VERY bitter, but she never, EVER even tried to make it at all difficult to give her her medications. Once or twice, it took me FOUR tries to give her her Tapazole. She just stayed by my feet, and let me try to give it to her again, and again. After I gave her her medication, I always her a bit of sardine, one of her very favorite treats. It wasn't very much; but enough to take the taste of the bitter Tapezole out of her mouth, if I had had difficulty giving it to her, and she had spit it out. It was a terribly inadequate reward, for her near saintly behavior, when she was sick, and I had to give her as many as five different medications, every day. Kenzie's other favorite treat was potato chips (crisps, in Great Britain). Fortunately, her previous humans told me of her love of potato chips, for I would never have figured it out. Kenzie loved potato chip more than sardines, I think. I used to buy small bags, just to have them for her. Potato chips are not good food for humans or cats, but Kenzie loved them so. I have met many, many cats. Some are friendlier, and more outgoing than Kenzie was, but I never met another cat with such a sweet disposition. Kenzie was a very, very special cat. How fortunate I was, to share her life, though I wish it could have been longer. I buried her in my back yard, underneath the lilac bushes, near my other two RB kitties, Lucky and Blizzard. I know that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to thing a tiny bit remained behind, where I laid her to rest; and sometimes I go and talk to her, and to Lucky and Blizzard, also. |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
That was a 'beautiful' tribute Gandalf. Our house knows how much you loved
her and all you did for her and how she loved you back and how much you miss her to this day. . You and our mom are good friends and we were so sad when Kenzie went to RB. We are so glad you have Lorelei to fill the cat shaped hole in your heart. Love, Mosey, PookyKat, Sqweex, Pipps and our mom Kyla "Gandalf" I was Kenzie's third, and last human. I adopted her from a family whose young son had developed severe asthma. They were DESPERATE to find a good home for her, but they wouldn't even turn her in to a no-kill shelter: they wanted to be sure Kenzie went to a home they approved of. One of my two cats had gone to the Bridge, and after some months, I was looking for another kitty. I called a no-kill shelter, and asked about cats that were being fostered, because it's hard to get a good 'feel' for a cat's personality, when they have been in a cage, and you spend an hour with them. The shelter gave my name and phone number to the family that had Kenzie, and I spoke with the family's mother for about 2 hours. She liked me I live alone, and I own my own home. And, I used to work for a vet, as well. The next day, I put my carrier in my car, and drove the 40 miles to go meet Kenzie. I still remember seeing her down the length of a hallway, and thinking how pretty she was! She was a VERY pretty calico cat. Everyone who met her told me so. I approached Kenzie, and got down on my knees about 3 feet away, and put my hand out. Kenzie came right up to me, and nuzzled my hand. I started petting her, and scritching her ears. She was purring up a storm. While I was getting to know Kenzie a little, and asking questions about her, the lady kept asking me 'do you like her?'; 'do you think you will take her?'. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was telling her about how well Kenzie was settling in at my house, that she told me that the doctor had told them they must find a new home for their cat, and they had been trying to find a 'good home' for her for about 3 MONTHS, with no luck, until I turned up. I like to think I was the lucky one Kenzie didn't have a single bad habit... not ONE. She asked for attention, but never demanded it. Not once, ever, did she jump up on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, my many sets of book shelves, or my computer table. She just didn't jump up on things. It took me two YEARS to convince her that it was OK to get up on my little sofa/recliner. Kenzie never became a real 'lap cat', but sometimes, when I was watching TV, she would come and jump up and lie in my lap. Usually, she only stayed for 10 or 15 minutes. But, on rare occasions, she would stay longer, occasionally falling asleep in my lap, and staying with me for an hour or two. That was always a real treat for me Kenzie never woke me up, demanding to be fed. When I got up, she would go over to her empty food dish, and stand over it and meow, not demanding, but calling attention to the empty bowl; that was all she ever did. When she was overweight, and I had to strictly measure out LESS than 1/2 cup of food a day, she ate her small amount of food, and would meow to ask for more, but only for a little while. Sometime I gave in and gave her some more food, but not often. When Kenzie got sick, first with hyperthyroidism, and then her other illnesses, she was always SO GOOD about letting me give her her many pills. Sometimes, I didn't get them far enough back on her tongue, and she would spit them out. And then she would just sit there, and let me try again. The Tapezole was VERY bitter, but she never, EVER even tried to make it at all difficult to give her her medications. Once or twice, it took me FOUR tries to give her her Tapazole. She just stayed by my feet, and let me try to give it to her again, and again. After I gave her her medication, I always her a bit of sardine, one of her very favorite treats. It wasn't very much; but enough to take the taste of the bitter Tapezole out of her mouth, if I had had difficulty giving it to her, and she had spit it out. It was a terribly inadequate reward, for her near saintly behavior, when she was sick, and I had to give her as many as five different medications, every day. Kenzie's other favorite treat was potato chips (crisps, in Great Britain). Fortunately, her previous humans told me of her love of potato chips, for I would never have figured it out. Kenzie loved potato chip more than sardines, I think. I used to buy small bags, just to have them for her. Potato chips are not good food for humans or cats, but Kenzie loved them so. I have met many, many cats. Some are friendlier, and more outgoing than Kenzie was, but I never met another cat with such a sweet disposition. Kenzie was a very, very special cat. How fortunate I was, to share her life, though I wish it could have been longer. I buried her in my back yard, underneath the lilac bushes, near my other two RB kitties, Lucky and Blizzard. I know that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to thing a tiny bit remained behind, where I laid her to rest; and sometimes I go and talk to her, and to Lucky and Blizzard, also. |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
Unka Gandalf,
Dat waz a furry furry tuching trybute. Kenzie new she was lucky dat yu gafe her a onetruhome an she let yu no she preciated dat. Weze purrin fur da hole in yur hart to keep heelin, wif Lorelie's help. Pleeze tell Lorelie dat she iz welkome to kome sit wif us at da bawl. Booker, hiz fambly an der daytez. On 10/14/2011 7:44 PM, Gandalf wrote: I was Kenzie's third, and last human. I adopted her from a family whose young son had developed severe asthma. They were DESPERATE to find a good home for her, but they wouldn't even turn her in to a no-kill shelter: they wanted to be sure Kenzie went to a home they approved of. One of my two cats had gone to the Bridge, and after some months, I was looking for another kitty. I called a no-kill shelter, and asked about cats that were being fostered, because it's hard to get a good 'feel' for a cat's personality, when they have been in a cage, and you spend an hour with them. The shelter gave my name and phone number to the family that had Kenzie, and I spoke with the family's mother for about 2 hours. She liked me I live alone, and I own my own home. And, I used to work for a vet, as well. The next day, I put my carrier in my car, and drove the 40 miles to go meet Kenzie. I still remember seeing her down the length of a hallway, and thinking how pretty she was! She was a VERY pretty calico cat. Everyone who met her told me so. I approached Kenzie, and got down on my knees about 3 feet away, and put my hand out. Kenzie came right up to me, and nuzzled my hand. I started petting her, and scritching her ears. She was purring up a storm. While I was getting to know Kenzie a little, and asking questions about her, the lady kept asking me 'do you like her?'; 'do you think you will take her?'. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was telling her about how well Kenzie was settling in at my house, that she told me that the doctor had told them they must find a new home for their cat, and they had been trying to find a 'good home' for her for about 3 MONTHS, with no luck, until I turned up. I like to think I was the lucky one Kenzie didn't have a single bad habit... not ONE. She asked for attention, but never demanded it. Not once, ever, did she jump up on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, my many sets of book shelves, or my computer table. She just didn't jump up on things. It took me two YEARS to convince her that it was OK to get up on my little sofa/recliner. Kenzie never became a real 'lap cat', but sometimes, when I was watching TV, she would come and jump up and lie in my lap. Usually, she only stayed for 10 or 15 minutes. But, on rare occasions, she would stay longer, occasionally falling asleep in my lap, and staying with me for an hour or two. That was always a real treat for me Kenzie never woke me up, demanding to be fed. When I got up, she would go over to her empty food dish, and stand over it and meow, not demanding, but calling attention to the empty bowl; that was all she ever did. When she was overweight, and I had to strictly measure out LESS than 1/2 cup of food a day, she ate her small amount of food, and would meow to ask for more, but only for a little while. Sometime I gave in and gave her some more food, but not often. When Kenzie got sick, first with hyperthyroidism, and then her other illnesses, she was always SO GOOD about letting me give her her many pills. Sometimes, I didn't get them far enough back on her tongue, and she would spit them out. And then she would just sit there, and let me try again. The Tapezole was VERY bitter, but she never, EVER even tried to make it at all difficult to give her her medications. Once or twice, it took me FOUR tries to give her her Tapazole. She just stayed by my feet, and let me try to give it to her again, and again. After I gave her her medication, I always her a bit of sardine, one of her very favorite treats. It wasn't very much; but enough to take the taste of the bitter Tapezole out of her mouth, if I had had difficulty giving it to her, and she had spit it out. It was a terribly inadequate reward, for her near saintly behavior, when she was sick, and I had to give her as many as five different medications, every day. Kenzie's other favorite treat was potato chips (crisps, in Great Britain). Fortunately, her previous humans told me of her love of potato chips, for I would never have figured it out. Kenzie loved potato chip more than sardines, I think. I used to buy small bags, just to have them for her. Potato chips are not good food for humans or cats, but Kenzie loved them so. I have met many, many cats. Some are friendlier, and more outgoing than Kenzie was, but I never met another cat with such a sweet disposition. Kenzie was a very, very special cat. How fortunate I was, to share her life, though I wish it could have been longer. I buried her in my back yard, underneath the lilac bushes, near my other two RB kitties, Lucky and Blizzard. I know that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to thing a tiny bit remained behind, where I laid her to rest; and sometimes I go and talk to her, and to Lucky and Blizzard, also. |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
On Oct 14, 10:44*pm, Gandalf wrote:
I was Kenzie's third, and last human. An a WUNNERFUL hooomin tootoo. An shee is an anjul an wating for yoo at da Bridj. As Uncl Bill likes to say, waiting is. WooToo HowsomEFFER, shee is a saint an YOO is spoilded. Lorelei gonna straten yoo out. -- Missy |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
On Fri, 14 Oct 2011 22:44:50 -0400, Gandalf wrote:
I was Kenzie's third, and last human. I adopted her from a family whose young son had developed severe asthma. They were DESPERATE to find a good home for her, but they wouldn't even turn her in to a no-kill shelter: they wanted to be sure Kenzie went to a home they approved of. One of my two cats had gone to the Bridge, and after some months, I was looking for another kitty. I called a no-kill shelter, and asked about cats that were being fostered, because it's hard to get a good 'feel' for a cat's personality, when they have been in a cage, and you spend an hour with them. The shelter gave my name and phone number to the family that had Kenzie, and I spoke with the family's mother for about 2 hours. She liked me I live alone, and I own my own home. And, I used to work for a vet, as well. The next day, I put my carrier in my car, and drove the 40 miles to go meet Kenzie. I still remember seeing her down the length of a hallway, and thinking how pretty she was! She was a VERY pretty calico cat. Everyone who met her told me so. I approached Kenzie, and got down on my knees about 3 feet away, and put my hand out. Kenzie came right up to me, and nuzzled my hand. I started petting her, and scritching her ears. She was purring up a storm. While I was getting to know Kenzie a little, and asking questions about her, the lady kept asking me 'do you like her?'; 'do you think you will take her?'. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was telling her about how well Kenzie was settling in at my house, that she told me that the doctor had told them they must find a new home for their cat, and they had been trying to find a 'good home' for her for about 3 MONTHS, with no luck, until I turned up. I like to think I was the lucky one Kenzie didn't have a single bad habit... not ONE. She asked for attention, but never demanded it. Not once, ever, did she jump up on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, my many sets of book shelves, or my computer table. She just didn't jump up on things. It took me two YEARS to convince her that it was OK to get up on my little sofa/recliner. Kenzie never became a real 'lap cat', but sometimes, when I was watching TV, she would come and jump up and lie in my lap. Usually, she only stayed for 10 or 15 minutes. But, on rare occasions, she would stay longer, occasionally falling asleep in my lap, and staying with me for an hour or two. That was always a real treat for me Kenzie never woke me up, demanding to be fed. When I got up, she would go over to her empty food dish, and stand over it and meow, not demanding, but calling attention to the empty bowl; that was all she ever did. When she was overweight, and I had to strictly measure out LESS than 1/2 cup of food a day, she ate her small amount of food, and would meow to ask for more, but only for a little while. Sometime I gave in and gave her some more food, but not often. When Kenzie got sick, first with hyperthyroidism, and then her other illnesses, she was always SO GOOD about letting me give her her many pills. Sometimes, I didn't get them far enough back on her tongue, and she would spit them out. And then she would just sit there, and let me try again. The Tapezole was VERY bitter, but she never, EVER even tried to make it at all difficult to give her her medications. Once or twice, it took me FOUR tries to give her her Tapazole. She just stayed by my feet, and let me try to give it to her again, and again. After I gave her her medication, I always her a bit of sardine, one of her very favorite treats. It wasn't very much; but enough to take the taste of the bitter Tapezole out of her mouth, if I had had difficulty giving it to her, and she had spit it out. It was a terribly inadequate reward, for her near saintly behavior, when she was sick, and I had to give her as many as five different medications, every day. Kenzie's other favorite treat was potato chips (crisps, in Great Britain). Fortunately, her previous humans told me of her love of potato chips, for I would never have figured it out. Kenzie loved potato chip more than sardines, I think. I used to buy small bags, just to have them for her. Potato chips are not good food for humans or cats, but Kenzie loved them so. I have met many, many cats. Some are friendlier, and more outgoing than Kenzie was, but I never met another cat with such a sweet disposition. Kenzie was a very, very special cat. How fortunate I was, to share her life, though I wish it could have been longer. I buried her in my back yard, underneath the lilac bushes, near my other two RB kitties, Lucky and Blizzard. I know that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to thing a tiny bit remained behind, where I laid her to rest; and sometimes I go and talk to her, and to Lucky and Blizzard, also. A luffly storee abowt a wunderful kitty and her hooman. May her memory be a blessing... -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 10/15/2011 12:12:45 PM |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
We vividly rememfur yur breaking hart wen Kinzie left furr da Bridge.
Yu mayde uh lufferlee, kayering triboot tu hur, Unka Gandalf. Yu ar blezt tu hab sutsh wunnerfol membreez of sutcha wunnerfol cat. A difikult akt furr Lorili tu twy tu folo. Kinzie's vibes must styll be 'rownd...just luuk at heow Lorili ihas com arownd. -- Pit.nya "Gandalf" wrote in message ... I was Kenzie's third, and last human. I adopted her from a family whose young son had developed severe asthma. They were DESPERATE to find a good home for her, but they wouldn't even turn her in to a no-kill shelter: they wanted to be sure Kenzie went to a home they approved of. One of my two cats had gone to the Bridge, and after some months, I was looking for another kitty. I called a no-kill shelter, and asked about cats that were being fostered, because it's hard to get a good 'feel' for a cat's personality, when they have been in a cage, and you spend an hour with them. The shelter gave my name and phone number to the family that had Kenzie, and I spoke with the family's mother for about 2 hours. She liked me I live alone, and I own my own home. And, I used to work for a vet, as well. The next day, I put my carrier in my car, and drove the 40 miles to go meet Kenzie. I still remember seeing her down the length of a hallway, and thinking how pretty she was! She was a VERY pretty calico cat. Everyone who met her told me so. I approached Kenzie, and got down on my knees about 3 feet away, and put my hand out. Kenzie came right up to me, and nuzzled my hand. I started petting her, and scritching her ears. She was purring up a storm. While I was getting to know Kenzie a little, and asking questions about her, the lady kept asking me 'do you like her?'; 'do you think you will take her?'. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was telling her about how well Kenzie was settling in at my house, that she told me that the doctor had told them they must find a new home for their cat, and they had been trying to find a 'good home' for her for about 3 MONTHS, with no luck, until I turned up. I like to think I was the lucky one Kenzie didn't have a single bad habit... not ONE. She asked for attention, but never demanded it. Not once, ever, did she jump up on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, my many sets of book shelves, or my computer table. She just didn't jump up on things. It took me two YEARS to convince her that it was OK to get up on my little sofa/recliner. Kenzie never became a real 'lap cat', but sometimes, when I was watching TV, she would come and jump up and lie in my lap. Usually, she only stayed for 10 or 15 minutes. But, on rare occasions, she would stay longer, occasionally falling asleep in my lap, and staying with me for an hour or two. That was always a real treat for me Kenzie never woke me up, demanding to be fed. When I got up, she would go over to her empty food dish, and stand over it and meow, not demanding, but calling attention to the empty bowl; that was all she ever did. When she was overweight, and I had to strictly measure out LESS than 1/2 cup of food a day, she ate her small amount of food, and would meow to ask for more, but only for a little while. Sometime I gave in and gave her some more food, but not often. When Kenzie got sick, first with hyperthyroidism, and then her other illnesses, she was always SO GOOD about letting me give her her many pills. Sometimes, I didn't get them far enough back on her tongue, and she would spit them out. And then she would just sit there, and let me try again. The Tapezole was VERY bitter, but she never, EVER even tried to make it at all difficult to give her her medications. Once or twice, it took me FOUR tries to give her her Tapazole. She just stayed by my feet, and let me try to give it to her again, and again. After I gave her her medication, I always her a bit of sardine, one of her very favorite treats. It wasn't very much; but enough to take the taste of the bitter Tapezole out of her mouth, if I had had difficulty giving it to her, and she had spit it out. It was a terribly inadequate reward, for her near saintly behavior, when she was sick, and I had to give her as many as five different medications, every day. Kenzie's other favorite treat was potato chips (crisps, in Great Britain). Fortunately, her previous humans told me of her love of potato chips, for I would never have figured it out. Kenzie loved potato chip more than sardines, I think. I used to buy small bags, just to have them for her. Potato chips are not good food for humans or cats, but Kenzie loved them so. I have met many, many cats. Some are friendlier, and more outgoing than Kenzie was, but I never met another cat with such a sweet disposition. Kenzie was a very, very special cat. How fortunate I was, to share her life, though I wish it could have been longer. I buried her in my back yard, underneath the lilac bushes, near my other two RB kitties, Lucky and Blizzard. I know that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to thing a tiny bit remained behind, where I laid her to rest; and sometimes I go and talk to her, and to Lucky and Blizzard, also. |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
On Oct 15, 3:44*am, Gandalf wrote:
I was Kenzie's third, and last human. I adopted her from a family whose young son had developed severe asthma. They were DESPERATE to find a good home for her, but they wouldn't even turn her in to a no-kill shelter: they wanted to be sure Kenzie went to a home they approved of. One of my two cats had gone to the Bridge, and after some months, I was looking for another kitty. I called a no-kill shelter, and asked about cats that were being fostered, because it's hard to get a good 'feel' for a cat's personality, when they have been in a cage, and you spend an hour with them. The shelter gave my name and phone number to the family that had Kenzie, and I spoke with the family's mother for about 2 hours. She liked me I live alone, and I own my own home. And, I used to work for a vet, as well. The next day, I put my carrier in my car, and drove the 40 miles to go meet Kenzie. I still remember seeing her down the length of a hallway, and thinking how pretty she was! She was a VERY pretty calico cat. Everyone who met her told me so. I approached Kenzie, and got down on my knees about 3 feet away, and put my hand out. Kenzie came right up to me, and nuzzled my hand. I started petting her, and scritching her ears. She was purring up a storm. While I was getting to know Kenzie a little, and asking questions about her, the lady kept asking me 'do you like her?'; 'do you think you will take her?'. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was telling her about how well Kenzie was settling in at my house, that she told me that the doctor had told them they must find a new home for their cat, and they had been trying to find a 'good home' for her for about 3 MONTHS, with no luck, until I turned up. I like to think I was the lucky one Kenzie didn't have a single bad habit... not ONE. She asked for attention, but never demanded it. Not once, ever, did she jump up on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, my many sets of book shelves, or my computer table. She just didn't jump up on things. It took me two YEARS to convince her that it was OK to get up on my little sofa/recliner. Kenzie never became a real 'lap cat', but sometimes, when I was watching TV, she would come and jump up and lie in my lap. Usually, she only stayed for 10 or 15 minutes. But, on rare occasions, she would stay longer, occasionally falling asleep in my lap, and staying with me for an hour or two. That was always a real treat for me Kenzie never woke me up, demanding to be fed. When I got up, she would go over to her empty food dish, and stand over it and meow, not demanding, but calling attention to the empty bowl; that was all she ever did. When she was overweight, and I had to strictly measure out LESS than 1/2 cup of food a day, she ate her small amount of food, and would meow to ask for more, but only for a little while. Sometime I gave in and gave her some more food, but not often. When Kenzie got sick, first with hyperthyroidism, and then her other illnesses, she was always SO GOOD about letting me give her her many pills. Sometimes, I didn't get them far enough back on her tongue, and she would spit them out. And then she would just sit there, and let me try again. The Tapezole was VERY bitter, but she never, EVER even tried to make it at all difficult to give her her medications. Once or twice, it took me FOUR tries to give her her Tapazole. She just stayed by my feet, and let me try to give it to her again, and again. After I gave her her medication, I always her a bit of sardine, one of her very favorite treats. It wasn't very much; but enough to take the taste of the bitter Tapezole out of her mouth, if I had had difficulty giving it to her, and she had spit it out. It was a terribly inadequate reward, for her near saintly behavior, when she was sick, and I had to give her as many as five different medications, every day. Kenzie's other favorite treat was potato chips (crisps, in Great Britain). Fortunately, her previous humans told me of her love of potato chips, for I would never have figured it out. Kenzie loved potato chip more than sardines, I think. I used to buy small bags, just to have them for her. Potato chips are not good food for humans or cats, but Kenzie loved them so. I have met many, many cats. Some are friendlier, and more outgoing than Kenzie was, but I never met another cat with such a sweet disposition. Kenzie was a very, very special cat. How fortunate I was, to share her life, though I wish it could have been longer. I buried her in my back yard, underneath the lilac bushes, near my other two RB kitties, Lucky and Blizzard. I know that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to thing a tiny bit remained behind, where I laid her to rest; and sometimes I go and talk to her, and to Lucky and Blizzard, also. Wat a wufferlee wuff story! Kenzie wus furtunate an so wer yu. Menny tymes in a life we lets wuff pass bye but not yu n Kenzie...yu met n wuffed...sniff..sniff. wufferlee! Jack, offurcum wif wuff. |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
and den Bast sended u dat lofflei Loreli. Hoomaz iz lucki dere iz lotza us
dat eedz luff. Lizy knowing how it is. "rafflescat" wrote in message ... On Oct 15, 3:44 am, Gandalf wrote: I was Kenzie's third, and last human. I adopted her from a family whose young son had developed severe asthma. They were DESPERATE to find a good home for her, but they wouldn't even turn her in to a no-kill shelter: they wanted to be sure Kenzie went to a home they approved of. One of my two cats had gone to the Bridge, and after some months, I was looking for another kitty. I called a no-kill shelter, and asked about cats that were being fostered, because it's hard to get a good 'feel' for a cat's personality, when they have been in a cage, and you spend an hour with them. The shelter gave my name and phone number to the family that had Kenzie, and I spoke with the family's mother for about 2 hours. She liked me I live alone, and I own my own home. And, I used to work for a vet, as well. The next day, I put my carrier in my car, and drove the 40 miles to go meet Kenzie. I still remember seeing her down the length of a hallway, and thinking how pretty she was! She was a VERY pretty calico cat. Everyone who met her told me so. I approached Kenzie, and got down on my knees about 3 feet away, and put my hand out. Kenzie came right up to me, and nuzzled my hand. I started petting her, and scritching her ears. She was purring up a storm. While I was getting to know Kenzie a little, and asking questions about her, the lady kept asking me 'do you like her?'; 'do you think you will take her?'. It wasn't until a few days later, when I was telling her about how well Kenzie was settling in at my house, that she told me that the doctor had told them they must find a new home for their cat, and they had been trying to find a 'good home' for her for about 3 MONTHS, with no luck, until I turned up. I like to think I was the lucky one Kenzie didn't have a single bad habit... not ONE. She asked for attention, but never demanded it. Not once, ever, did she jump up on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, my many sets of book shelves, or my computer table. She just didn't jump up on things. It took me two YEARS to convince her that it was OK to get up on my little sofa/recliner. Kenzie never became a real 'lap cat', but sometimes, when I was watching TV, she would come and jump up and lie in my lap. Usually, she only stayed for 10 or 15 minutes. But, on rare occasions, she would stay longer, occasionally falling asleep in my lap, and staying with me for an hour or two. That was always a real treat for me Kenzie never woke me up, demanding to be fed. When I got up, she would go over to her empty food dish, and stand over it and meow, not demanding, but calling attention to the empty bowl; that was all she ever did. When she was overweight, and I had to strictly measure out LESS than 1/2 cup of food a day, she ate her small amount of food, and would meow to ask for more, but only for a little while. Sometime I gave in and gave her some more food, but not often. When Kenzie got sick, first with hyperthyroidism, and then her other illnesses, she was always SO GOOD about letting me give her her many pills. Sometimes, I didn't get them far enough back on her tongue, and she would spit them out. And then she would just sit there, and let me try again. The Tapezole was VERY bitter, but she never, EVER even tried to make it at all difficult to give her her medications. Once or twice, it took me FOUR tries to give her her Tapazole. She just stayed by my feet, and let me try to give it to her again, and again. After I gave her her medication, I always her a bit of sardine, one of her very favorite treats. It wasn't very much; but enough to take the taste of the bitter Tapezole out of her mouth, if I had had difficulty giving it to her, and she had spit it out. It was a terribly inadequate reward, for her near saintly behavior, when she was sick, and I had to give her as many as five different medications, every day. Kenzie's other favorite treat was potato chips (crisps, in Great Britain). Fortunately, her previous humans told me of her love of potato chips, for I would never have figured it out. Kenzie loved potato chip more than sardines, I think. I used to buy small bags, just to have them for her. Potato chips are not good food for humans or cats, but Kenzie loved them so. I have met many, many cats. Some are friendlier, and more outgoing than Kenzie was, but I never met another cat with such a sweet disposition. Kenzie was a very, very special cat. How fortunate I was, to share her life, though I wish it could have been longer. I buried her in my back yard, underneath the lilac bushes, near my other two RB kitties, Lucky and Blizzard. I know that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to thing a tiny bit remained behind, where I laid her to rest; and sometimes I go and talk to her, and to Lucky and Blizzard, also. Wat a wufferlee wuff story! Kenzie wus furtunate an so wer yu. Menny tymes in a life we lets wuff pass bye but not yu n Kenzie...yu met n wuffed...sniff..sniff. wufferlee! Jack, offurcum wif wuff. |
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