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"m. L. Briggs" wrote in message ... On Fri, 28 May 2004 11:17:42 -0500, "MaryL" -OUT-THE-LITTER wrote: Have I told you how much I enjoy your thoughtful posts"? If not, I am telling you now. Thank you very much. You have just *made my day.* MaryL |
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Oh, poor Amber. I am so glad you got her. You truly saved her from a life of
abuse. The kind that some "cat lovers" inflict on their cats, but no less than abuse all the same. I"m still really puzzled about Biskit. She is just so lovey-dovey she *had* to be well socialized even as a kitten. Someone handled that cat a lot. She runs up to me and FLOPS down, hard, to be rubbed. She's always in your lap. The only thing she is afraid of is the outdoors. I can't help wondering if she got lost somehow from the original owners. She has an old injury on her side that the vet says looks just like a BB gun wound to him. It really makes me wonder. I"ve had lots of strays, but never one that settled in and became so devoted to their owners so fast as her. Sherry |
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Oh, poor Amber. I am so glad you got her. You truly saved her from a life of
abuse. The kind that some "cat lovers" inflict on their cats, but no less than abuse all the same. I"m still really puzzled about Biskit. She is just so lovey-dovey she *had* to be well socialized even as a kitten. Someone handled that cat a lot. She runs up to me and FLOPS down, hard, to be rubbed. She's always in your lap. The only thing she is afraid of is the outdoors. I can't help wondering if she got lost somehow from the original owners. She has an old injury on her side that the vet says looks just like a BB gun wound to him. It really makes me wonder. I"ve had lots of strays, but never one that settled in and became so devoted to their owners so fast as her. Sherry |
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Oh, poor Amber. I am so glad you got her. You truly saved her from a life of
abuse. The kind that some "cat lovers" inflict on their cats, but no less than abuse all the same. I"m still really puzzled about Biskit. She is just so lovey-dovey she *had* to be well socialized even as a kitten. Someone handled that cat a lot. She runs up to me and FLOPS down, hard, to be rubbed. She's always in your lap. The only thing she is afraid of is the outdoors. I can't help wondering if she got lost somehow from the original owners. She has an old injury on her side that the vet says looks just like a BB gun wound to him. It really makes me wonder. I"ve had lots of strays, but never one that settled in and became so devoted to their owners so fast as her. Sherry |
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On Fri, 28 May 2004 12:46:16 -0500, "jmcquown"
wrote: CajunPrincess wrote: Periodically I wonder what his life was like with whoever had him initially. I wonder what name they gave him and how he was treated. Nothing in his condition or behavior really gives a clue. I don't know about Persia's past. She was definitely a house-cat at some point; she'd been spayed and front-declawed. She showed up at my back door on January 3rd, 2001. She was yowling to be let inside. I know she didn't live here before since I'd been living here nearly 4 years and she was only around 3 years old. I admit, I tried to shoo her away. She wouldn't listen to me. Kept coming back. As the sun set the temps dropped into the 20 F degree area and I couldn't stand the thought of her just sitting out there. I opened the door. She cautiously entered and checked out the digs. That night she crept up on the bed, purring loudly and rather distressedly. She slept on the pillow over my head. I took pictures of her, printed and hung out flyers around the neighborhood; canvassed the area vets and shelters. No one knew where she came from. The apartment manager thought perhaps someone had moved out and left her there so she just sort of picked me to be her meowmie. Now she sleeps curled up in the crook of my waste with her head resting on I just love spell checkers. Don't you mean waist, Jill? a : a sparsely settled or barren region : DESERT b : uncultivated land c : a broad and empty expanse (as of water) 2 : the act or an instance of wasting : the state of being wasted 3 a : loss through breaking down of bodily tissue b : gradual loss or decrease by use, wear, or decay 4 a : damaged, defective, or superfluous material produced by a manufacturing process: as (1) : material rejected during a textile manufacturing process and used usually for wiping away dirt and oil cotton waste (2) : SCRAP (3) : an unwanted by-product of a manufacturing process, chemical laboratory, or nuclear reactor toxic waste hazardous waste nuclear waste b : refuse from places of human or animal habitation: as (1) : GARBAGE, RUBBISH (2) : EXCREMENT -- often used in plural (3) : SEWAGE c : material derived by mechanical and chemical weathering of the land and moved down sloping surfaces or carried by streams to the sea Sorry, I just had to do it. my hip and she's soooo sweet. Big loss, the people who left her. I've got a lovely loving cat who is now about 5 years old. Jill |
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On Fri, 28 May 2004 12:46:16 -0500, "jmcquown"
wrote: CajunPrincess wrote: Periodically I wonder what his life was like with whoever had him initially. I wonder what name they gave him and how he was treated. Nothing in his condition or behavior really gives a clue. I don't know about Persia's past. She was definitely a house-cat at some point; she'd been spayed and front-declawed. She showed up at my back door on January 3rd, 2001. She was yowling to be let inside. I know she didn't live here before since I'd been living here nearly 4 years and she was only around 3 years old. I admit, I tried to shoo her away. She wouldn't listen to me. Kept coming back. As the sun set the temps dropped into the 20 F degree area and I couldn't stand the thought of her just sitting out there. I opened the door. She cautiously entered and checked out the digs. That night she crept up on the bed, purring loudly and rather distressedly. She slept on the pillow over my head. I took pictures of her, printed and hung out flyers around the neighborhood; canvassed the area vets and shelters. No one knew where she came from. The apartment manager thought perhaps someone had moved out and left her there so she just sort of picked me to be her meowmie. Now she sleeps curled up in the crook of my waste with her head resting on I just love spell checkers. Don't you mean waist, Jill? a : a sparsely settled or barren region : DESERT b : uncultivated land c : a broad and empty expanse (as of water) 2 : the act or an instance of wasting : the state of being wasted 3 a : loss through breaking down of bodily tissue b : gradual loss or decrease by use, wear, or decay 4 a : damaged, defective, or superfluous material produced by a manufacturing process: as (1) : material rejected during a textile manufacturing process and used usually for wiping away dirt and oil cotton waste (2) : SCRAP (3) : an unwanted by-product of a manufacturing process, chemical laboratory, or nuclear reactor toxic waste hazardous waste nuclear waste b : refuse from places of human or animal habitation: as (1) : GARBAGE, RUBBISH (2) : EXCREMENT -- often used in plural (3) : SEWAGE c : material derived by mechanical and chemical weathering of the land and moved down sloping surfaces or carried by streams to the sea Sorry, I just had to do it. my hip and she's soooo sweet. Big loss, the people who left her. I've got a lovely loving cat who is now about 5 years old. Jill |
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On Fri, 28 May 2004 12:46:16 -0500, "jmcquown"
wrote: CajunPrincess wrote: Periodically I wonder what his life was like with whoever had him initially. I wonder what name they gave him and how he was treated. Nothing in his condition or behavior really gives a clue. I don't know about Persia's past. She was definitely a house-cat at some point; she'd been spayed and front-declawed. She showed up at my back door on January 3rd, 2001. She was yowling to be let inside. I know she didn't live here before since I'd been living here nearly 4 years and she was only around 3 years old. I admit, I tried to shoo her away. She wouldn't listen to me. Kept coming back. As the sun set the temps dropped into the 20 F degree area and I couldn't stand the thought of her just sitting out there. I opened the door. She cautiously entered and checked out the digs. That night she crept up on the bed, purring loudly and rather distressedly. She slept on the pillow over my head. I took pictures of her, printed and hung out flyers around the neighborhood; canvassed the area vets and shelters. No one knew where she came from. The apartment manager thought perhaps someone had moved out and left her there so she just sort of picked me to be her meowmie. Now she sleeps curled up in the crook of my waste with her head resting on I just love spell checkers. Don't you mean waist, Jill? a : a sparsely settled or barren region : DESERT b : uncultivated land c : a broad and empty expanse (as of water) 2 : the act or an instance of wasting : the state of being wasted 3 a : loss through breaking down of bodily tissue b : gradual loss or decrease by use, wear, or decay 4 a : damaged, defective, or superfluous material produced by a manufacturing process: as (1) : material rejected during a textile manufacturing process and used usually for wiping away dirt and oil cotton waste (2) : SCRAP (3) : an unwanted by-product of a manufacturing process, chemical laboratory, or nuclear reactor toxic waste hazardous waste nuclear waste b : refuse from places of human or animal habitation: as (1) : GARBAGE, RUBBISH (2) : EXCREMENT -- often used in plural (3) : SEWAGE c : material derived by mechanical and chemical weathering of the land and moved down sloping surfaces or carried by streams to the sea Sorry, I just had to do it. my hip and she's soooo sweet. Big loss, the people who left her. I've got a lovely loving cat who is now about 5 years old. Jill |
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CajunPrincess wrote: I adopted Sabastian and Kona as adults, meaning they both have a "past". I know something about Kona's background was because he was turned into the clinic (which houses cats for adoption as well in conjunction with a rescue group) as an 11 year old by the family that had been bringing him there for years. But Sabastian, who was about 3 years old when I adopted him, was a "door dump"-he was left at the doorstep of the clinic in a carrier, something which I assume happens at most shelters. Periodically I wonder what his life was like with whoever had him initially. I wonder what name they gave him and how he was treated. Nothing in his condition or behavior really gives a clue. He was neutered but not declawed. He doesn't seem to be particularly scared of anything. He's best described as being a lovebug on his own terms-he likes being held and petted for discrete periods of time, but after some time (and those periods seem to be getting longer) he decides that he's had enough and wants to go do other things. He likes to have places of his own but he also will sleep on his back with his legs all splayed out in the middle of the floor. He definitely isn't clingy, although he likes being around me and other people even when he's had his quota of lovin' for the time being. He's not at all a "talker", in fact he rarely meows. I sometimes wonder if his sparse vocalization is a relflection of his upbringing, but it could also just be the way he is. Whatever life was like for him at his original home, he seems to have been physically well cared for and there aren't any signs of mistreatment. I know that people give away pets for all sorts of reasons and I guess it'll always be a mystery as to why his original owners didn't want him anymore. He's a healthy 12 lb long haired black domestic breed (although when he wants to be held he likes to melt in your arms like a ragdoll, he doesn't seem to have any of the other characteristics of that breed) Not an unusual looking cat but very attractive. He's by far the most athletic cat I've ever been around, but he's not really bad about jumping on things like the kitchen counter that I would prefer he not get on. He's real fastidious and always uses the litterbox. He and Kona have settled down to a roomate kind of relationship with only occasional spats, so I would tend to doubt that there was another cat that he couldn't get along with. At least his original owners had the decency to make reasonably sure he'd be taken care of even if they didn't have the gumption to bring him in to the shelter themselves. Did his original owner get married to someone who was allergic or didn't like cats? Run out of money to take proper care of him and decide not to tempt fate? Had to move away and just didn't want to bother taking him? I guess I'll never know and Sabastian isn't inclined to discuss the matter. In the end I suppose all that really matters is that we're both very happy he's here. I wonder about this a lot actually because I often think to myself how lucky we are to have Oliver. My husband was walking our two retrievers when the dogs insisted on taking a right instead of their normal left when they got to the corner. Like they just knew they had a date with destiny. :-) They were walking down a busy street when this teeny tiny kitten popped out of the bushes and started rubbing against the dogs. The kitten was probably 10 or 11 weeks old and weighed less than 3 pounds. He was starving, dirty (looked like motor oil on the top of his head) and he had what looked like peck marks on the top of his head. From the moment we got him home he was constantly on someone. Sitting on my shoulder, sleeping on the dogs, purring in my husbands lap. It seemed like this little love bug must have been someone's kitten because he loved both dogs and adults but we did search and no one came forward to claim him. He was terrified of kids and autos so I don't know if some kids mistreated him or if the motor oil and scabs on his head came from a close encounter with a car...He had one or two fleas but he didn't have worms. There were two other kittens in the area that were known to be from a abandoned mother cat but those kittens stuck together so I don't know if they were Oliver's siblings. What I think about the most, tho, is if he wasn't feral how someone could have either dumped him or lost him. He is so loving. If someone lost him how come they didn't move heaven and earth to get him back? I would have. How could someone dump such a precious little soul? I know people do but I will never understand. -- Margaret Fine |
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CajunPrincess wrote: I adopted Sabastian and Kona as adults, meaning they both have a "past". I know something about Kona's background was because he was turned into the clinic (which houses cats for adoption as well in conjunction with a rescue group) as an 11 year old by the family that had been bringing him there for years. But Sabastian, who was about 3 years old when I adopted him, was a "door dump"-he was left at the doorstep of the clinic in a carrier, something which I assume happens at most shelters. Periodically I wonder what his life was like with whoever had him initially. I wonder what name they gave him and how he was treated. Nothing in his condition or behavior really gives a clue. He was neutered but not declawed. He doesn't seem to be particularly scared of anything. He's best described as being a lovebug on his own terms-he likes being held and petted for discrete periods of time, but after some time (and those periods seem to be getting longer) he decides that he's had enough and wants to go do other things. He likes to have places of his own but he also will sleep on his back with his legs all splayed out in the middle of the floor. He definitely isn't clingy, although he likes being around me and other people even when he's had his quota of lovin' for the time being. He's not at all a "talker", in fact he rarely meows. I sometimes wonder if his sparse vocalization is a relflection of his upbringing, but it could also just be the way he is. Whatever life was like for him at his original home, he seems to have been physically well cared for and there aren't any signs of mistreatment. I know that people give away pets for all sorts of reasons and I guess it'll always be a mystery as to why his original owners didn't want him anymore. He's a healthy 12 lb long haired black domestic breed (although when he wants to be held he likes to melt in your arms like a ragdoll, he doesn't seem to have any of the other characteristics of that breed) Not an unusual looking cat but very attractive. He's by far the most athletic cat I've ever been around, but he's not really bad about jumping on things like the kitchen counter that I would prefer he not get on. He's real fastidious and always uses the litterbox. He and Kona have settled down to a roomate kind of relationship with only occasional spats, so I would tend to doubt that there was another cat that he couldn't get along with. At least his original owners had the decency to make reasonably sure he'd be taken care of even if they didn't have the gumption to bring him in to the shelter themselves. Did his original owner get married to someone who was allergic or didn't like cats? Run out of money to take proper care of him and decide not to tempt fate? Had to move away and just didn't want to bother taking him? I guess I'll never know and Sabastian isn't inclined to discuss the matter. In the end I suppose all that really matters is that we're both very happy he's here. I wonder about this a lot actually because I often think to myself how lucky we are to have Oliver. My husband was walking our two retrievers when the dogs insisted on taking a right instead of their normal left when they got to the corner. Like they just knew they had a date with destiny. :-) They were walking down a busy street when this teeny tiny kitten popped out of the bushes and started rubbing against the dogs. The kitten was probably 10 or 11 weeks old and weighed less than 3 pounds. He was starving, dirty (looked like motor oil on the top of his head) and he had what looked like peck marks on the top of his head. From the moment we got him home he was constantly on someone. Sitting on my shoulder, sleeping on the dogs, purring in my husbands lap. It seemed like this little love bug must have been someone's kitten because he loved both dogs and adults but we did search and no one came forward to claim him. He was terrified of kids and autos so I don't know if some kids mistreated him or if the motor oil and scabs on his head came from a close encounter with a car...He had one or two fleas but he didn't have worms. There were two other kittens in the area that were known to be from a abandoned mother cat but those kittens stuck together so I don't know if they were Oliver's siblings. What I think about the most, tho, is if he wasn't feral how someone could have either dumped him or lost him. He is so loving. If someone lost him how come they didn't move heaven and earth to get him back? I would have. How could someone dump such a precious little soul? I know people do but I will never understand. -- Margaret Fine |
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CajunPrincess wrote: I adopted Sabastian and Kona as adults, meaning they both have a "past". I know something about Kona's background was because he was turned into the clinic (which houses cats for adoption as well in conjunction with a rescue group) as an 11 year old by the family that had been bringing him there for years. But Sabastian, who was about 3 years old when I adopted him, was a "door dump"-he was left at the doorstep of the clinic in a carrier, something which I assume happens at most shelters. Periodically I wonder what his life was like with whoever had him initially. I wonder what name they gave him and how he was treated. Nothing in his condition or behavior really gives a clue. He was neutered but not declawed. He doesn't seem to be particularly scared of anything. He's best described as being a lovebug on his own terms-he likes being held and petted for discrete periods of time, but after some time (and those periods seem to be getting longer) he decides that he's had enough and wants to go do other things. He likes to have places of his own but he also will sleep on his back with his legs all splayed out in the middle of the floor. He definitely isn't clingy, although he likes being around me and other people even when he's had his quota of lovin' for the time being. He's not at all a "talker", in fact he rarely meows. I sometimes wonder if his sparse vocalization is a relflection of his upbringing, but it could also just be the way he is. Whatever life was like for him at his original home, he seems to have been physically well cared for and there aren't any signs of mistreatment. I know that people give away pets for all sorts of reasons and I guess it'll always be a mystery as to why his original owners didn't want him anymore. He's a healthy 12 lb long haired black domestic breed (although when he wants to be held he likes to melt in your arms like a ragdoll, he doesn't seem to have any of the other characteristics of that breed) Not an unusual looking cat but very attractive. He's by far the most athletic cat I've ever been around, but he's not really bad about jumping on things like the kitchen counter that I would prefer he not get on. He's real fastidious and always uses the litterbox. He and Kona have settled down to a roomate kind of relationship with only occasional spats, so I would tend to doubt that there was another cat that he couldn't get along with. At least his original owners had the decency to make reasonably sure he'd be taken care of even if they didn't have the gumption to bring him in to the shelter themselves. Did his original owner get married to someone who was allergic or didn't like cats? Run out of money to take proper care of him and decide not to tempt fate? Had to move away and just didn't want to bother taking him? I guess I'll never know and Sabastian isn't inclined to discuss the matter. In the end I suppose all that really matters is that we're both very happy he's here. I wonder about this a lot actually because I often think to myself how lucky we are to have Oliver. My husband was walking our two retrievers when the dogs insisted on taking a right instead of their normal left when they got to the corner. Like they just knew they had a date with destiny. :-) They were walking down a busy street when this teeny tiny kitten popped out of the bushes and started rubbing against the dogs. The kitten was probably 10 or 11 weeks old and weighed less than 3 pounds. He was starving, dirty (looked like motor oil on the top of his head) and he had what looked like peck marks on the top of his head. From the moment we got him home he was constantly on someone. Sitting on my shoulder, sleeping on the dogs, purring in my husbands lap. It seemed like this little love bug must have been someone's kitten because he loved both dogs and adults but we did search and no one came forward to claim him. He was terrified of kids and autos so I don't know if some kids mistreated him or if the motor oil and scabs on his head came from a close encounter with a car...He had one or two fleas but he didn't have worms. There were two other kittens in the area that were known to be from a abandoned mother cat but those kittens stuck together so I don't know if they were Oliver's siblings. What I think about the most, tho, is if he wasn't feral how someone could have either dumped him or lost him. He is so loving. If someone lost him how come they didn't move heaven and earth to get him back? I would have. How could someone dump such a precious little soul? I know people do but I will never understand. -- Margaret Fine |
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