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Looking Back... LONG
I've only been owned by Persia (my only ever cat) for 4 years. But I've
been thinking lately about how she's brought me so much joy; so much fun into my home. She demanded to be let inside; literally. The first night she was here, I went to sleep and she jumped up on the bed with me, purring loudly (distressedly, I think, not sure what to think of me or her new forever home). She went to sleep on the pillow above my head. I remember waking up the next morning thinking, "Do I have a cat?" and I looked around but didn't see her. Only then did I discover she was snoozing above my head! I had to laugh. The next night I woke up and was startled to see a pair of glowing eyes staring at me from the living room. Amityville Horror? Nope, it's the reflective eyes of your (?!) new cat. Kinda creepy. A few days after I was acquired I discovered her name - Persia. I realized I couldn't just call her "cat" and then the name Persia popped into my head (now I know it was beamed to me from the Mothership!). It came out of my mouth and she turned and came running when I said it. Persia it is. Of course I took her to the vet; she was scanned for chips (none); proclaimed healthy and got her shots. The first time she started "kneading" my side in bed I was like uh, whatcha doing? Not being totally stupid I realized she was mimicking nursing behavior and was very flattered she thought of me as her Mom Now on to her apartment exploration. Oh yes, she figured out how to open up the door to the pantry. At first I was feeding her Meow Mix (what did I know?) and I'd bought some cans of Fancy Feast ("gooshy food") as a treat on Saturdays. She quickly discovered how to open the pantry door and paw a can of FF off the shelf and scoot it to the middle of the kitchen floor when it wasn't Saturday. She can be very demanding at times I had to tie the bi-fold doors to the laundry area shut. She figured out how to open those, too. Then she jumped down behind the washing machine and couldn't get back up. I had to drag the washer away from the wall (straining my back in the process) to get her out. I switched her diet to Iams after doing label reading. Then my sleek blue beauty started developing a bit of a pooch so I changed it to the low-fat formula. I caught her nipping wrapped Brach's butterscotch candies out of a candy dish on a two-tier table. I started finding them all over the place; she'd play 'hockey' with them. Okay, time to get some kitty toys! Mousies and crinkly mylar balls. I eventually had to buy the BIG mylar balls because the small ones were transported up to the Mothership. (See, I was learning!) And what a snuggle bug! I'd always heard cats are aloof or stand-offish. Not this girl. She immediately took to meatloafing on me when I was reading a book. Rubbing her face on the book and giving me this sweet slow green-eyed blinky-look. The first time she reached up to gently give my hand a love-bite I saw those teeth and went OMG! But she just gently nipped then did the blinky eyes. I quickly learned to do blinky eyes back at her. I've been well trained Took her a little while to let me do belly-rubs but once she did I knew she then trusted me completely. Upside downy head and cute poses soon followed. Now she does upside downy head when she's loafing on top of me. Of course she got her own furniture; a short cat-cradle with a barrel. Next came the kitty fountain after she started sticking her face under the running faucet when I was brushing my teeth. (See how well I've been trained?) And she got a kitty walk! Oh yes, Persia, you can go out on the patio in this little mesh enclosure! She loves it! A year later she got the 'cabana' for the kitty walk so she has a nice shady spot and a little kitty sling to sit in. Spoiled? Not in the least! She sleeps next to me every night, snuggled against me; purring me to sleep. When she falls sound asleep if I brush my hand over her soft, lovely grey/blue fur, I can feel a soft gentle rumbly purr start back up. She always has to have a paw touching me. If she's facing away from me and I put my hand in front of her, she drapes a paw over my hand and rests her soft little face on my hand. It's so sweet. Aloof? Stand-offish? Not this girl! When I was out of town last year and she was boarded at the vet, she had her third bout of urinary tract infection. She'd been losing a little weight and I figured it was the food but no... the vet phoned me long distance to ask if he could do an x-ray. Of course! He found bladder stones. She needed surgery. Awwww, my poor girl! But of course, do it. He called back - she was fine but he had also found and excised a cyst which probably contributed to the stones; should they do a biopsy? Whatever it takes. Thankfully, benign. He kept me apprised of everything, he or a member of his staff called me every day. $900 later... I got back Persia with a shaved belly and a shaved paw from the I.V. Luckily I had some help from my LLL on that bill and they let me pay the remainder in installments. And of course Persia's fur grew back, fluffy as ever. She's now on special x/d food to avoid crystal oxolate stones in the bladder. Thankfully she loves the food 'cause it's not cheap and I don't have a job. She gets the x/d "gooshy" food on Saturdays as a treat. (I swear she has a calendar hidden under that fur somewhere; she wakes me up earlier on Saturdays and talks loudly to me: "Hey, wake up! I'm supposed to have da gooshy food today!") Now I'm starting to see white on the tips of her toes and little white hairs on her belly. My grey/blue girl is getting older. SIGH. But she's happy, and very much loved. Jill -- I used to have a handle on life...but it broke off. |
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"jmcquown" wrote in message news I've only been owned by Persia (my only ever cat) for 4 years. But I've been thinking lately about how she's brought me so much joy; so much fun into my home. She demanded to be let inside; literally. The first night she was here, I went to sleep and she jumped up on the bed with me, purring loudly (distressedly, I think, not sure what to think of me or her new forever home). She went to sleep on the pillow above my head. I remember waking up the next morning thinking, "Do I have a cat?" and I looked around but didn't see her. Only then did I discover she was snoozing above my head! I had to laugh. The next night I woke up and was startled to see a pair of glowing eyes staring at me from the living room. Amityville Horror? Nope, it's the reflective eyes of your (?!) new cat. Kinda creepy. A few days after I was acquired I discovered her name - Persia. I realized I couldn't just call her "cat" and then the name Persia popped into my head (now I know it was beamed to me from the Mothership!). It came out of my mouth and she turned and came running when I said it. Persia it is. Of course I took her to the vet; she was scanned for chips (none); proclaimed healthy and got her shots. The first time she started "kneading" my side in bed I was like uh, whatcha doing? Not being totally stupid I realized she was mimicking nursing behavior and was very flattered she thought of me as her Mom Now on to her apartment exploration. Oh yes, she figured out how to open up the door to the pantry. At first I was feeding her Meow Mix (what did I know?) and I'd bought some cans of Fancy Feast ("gooshy food") as a treat on Saturdays. She quickly discovered how to open the pantry door and paw a can of FF off the shelf and scoot it to the middle of the kitchen floor when it wasn't Saturday. She can be very demanding at times I had to tie the bi-fold doors to the laundry area shut. She figured out how to open those, too. Then she jumped down behind the washing machine and couldn't get back up. I had to drag the washer away from the wall (straining my back in the process) to get her out. I switched her diet to Iams after doing label reading. Then my sleek blue beauty started developing a bit of a pooch so I changed it to the low-fat formula. I caught her nipping wrapped Brach's butterscotch candies out of a candy dish on a two-tier table. I started finding them all over the place; she'd play 'hockey' with them. Okay, time to get some kitty toys! Mousies and crinkly mylar balls. I eventually had to buy the BIG mylar balls because the small ones were transported up to the Mothership. (See, I was learning!) And what a snuggle bug! I'd always heard cats are aloof or stand-offish. Not this girl. She immediately took to meatloafing on me when I was reading a book. Rubbing her face on the book and giving me this sweet slow green-eyed blinky-look. The first time she reached up to gently give my hand a love-bite I saw those teeth and went OMG! But she just gently nipped then did the blinky eyes. I quickly learned to do blinky eyes back at her. I've been well trained Took her a little while to let me do belly-rubs but once she did I knew she then trusted me completely. Upside downy head and cute poses soon followed. Now she does upside downy head when she's loafing on top of me. Of course she got her own furniture; a short cat-cradle with a barrel. Next came the kitty fountain after she started sticking her face under the running faucet when I was brushing my teeth. (See how well I've been trained?) And she got a kitty walk! Oh yes, Persia, you can go out on the patio in this little mesh enclosure! She loves it! A year later she got the 'cabana' for the kitty walk so she has a nice shady spot and a little kitty sling to sit in. Spoiled? Not in the least! She sleeps next to me every night, snuggled against me; purring me to sleep. When she falls sound asleep if I brush my hand over her soft, lovely grey/blue fur, I can feel a soft gentle rumbly purr start back up. She always has to have a paw touching me. If she's facing away from me and I put my hand in front of her, she drapes a paw over my hand and rests her soft little face on my hand. It's so sweet. Aloof? Stand-offish? Not this girl! When I was out of town last year and she was boarded at the vet, she had her third bout of urinary tract infection. She'd been losing a little weight and I figured it was the food but no... the vet phoned me long distance to ask if he could do an x-ray. Of course! He found bladder stones. She needed surgery. Awwww, my poor girl! But of course, do it. He called back - she was fine but he had also found and excised a cyst which probably contributed to the stones; should they do a biopsy? Whatever it takes. Thankfully, benign. He kept me apprised of everything, he or a member of his staff called me every day. $900 later... I got back Persia with a shaved belly and a shaved paw from the I.V. Luckily I had some help from my LLL on that bill and they let me pay the remainder in installments. And of course Persia's fur grew back, fluffy as ever. She's now on special x/d food to avoid crystal oxolate stones in the bladder. Thankfully she loves the food 'cause it's not cheap and I don't have a job. She gets the x/d "gooshy" food on Saturdays as a treat. (I swear she has a calendar hidden under that fur somewhere; she wakes me up earlier on Saturdays and talks loudly to me: "Hey, wake up! I'm supposed to have da gooshy food today!") Now I'm starting to see white on the tips of her toes and little white hairs on her belly. My grey/blue girl is getting older. SIGH. But she's happy, and very much loved. Jill -- I used to have a handle on life...but it broke off. Jill, I enjoy reading your story about Persia. Rusty is also good at opening doors. Once my cat sitter spent an hour looking all over for him. He was hiding in the storage room. He also likes to go behind the washing machine. Another time I saw the kitchen cabinet door opened and closed. Sure enough it was Rusty that went and hid under the kitchen sink. Being a Canadian cat, Rusty naturally likes to play hockey with objects on the floor. But as he gets older, he is not as interested in his toys anymore. He spent a lot of time sleeping on his cat hammock on the window sill. He has always enjoy belly rubs. Rusty also had his shares of health problems and urinary blockages. We went to the emergency vet hospital at least 3 times over the years. One time he was hospitalized for a complete blockage and spent the weekend there. The emergency vet suggested a 'sex change' surgery. But his regular vet said that should only be a last resort. So we didn't go for it. I spent a lot of $$$ over the years on vet bills and various prescription food. He is well known with all the staff at his vet's clinic. In the past, I wondered whether he would make it to his 10th purrsday. But he is now 10 going on 11 and God willing, we will celebrate our 10 years together in a few months. I also don't have a job and often worry how long I can keep up with the vet bills and expensive prescription food. With both of us getting older, we will probably face more health problems. But all we can do is to take one day at a time. Winnie |
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"jmcquown" wrote in message
news I've only been owned by Persia (my only ever cat) for 4 years. But I've been thinking lately about how she's brought me so much joy; so much fun into my home. She demanded to be let inside; literally. The first night she was here, I went to sleep and she jumped up on the bed with me, purring loudly (distressedly, I think, not sure what to think of me or her new forever home). She went to sleep on the pillow above my head. I remember waking up the next morning thinking, "Do I have a cat?" and I looked around but didn't see her. Only then did I discover she was snoozing above my head! I had to laugh. The next night I woke up and was startled to see a pair of glowing eyes staring at me from the living room. Amityville Horror? Nope, it's the reflective eyes of your (?!) new cat. Kinda creepy. A few days after I was acquired I discovered her name - Persia. I realized I couldn't just call her "cat" and then the name Persia popped into my head (now I know it was beamed to me from the Mothership!). It came out of my mouth and she turned and came running when I said it. Persia it is. Of course I took her to the vet; she was scanned for chips (none); proclaimed healthy and got her shots. The first time she started "kneading" my side in bed I was like uh, whatcha doing? Not being totally stupid I realized she was mimicking nursing behavior and was very flattered she thought of me as her Mom Now on to her apartment exploration. Oh yes, she figured out how to open up the door to the pantry. At first I was feeding her Meow Mix (what did I know?) and I'd bought some cans of Fancy Feast ("gooshy food") as a treat on Saturdays. She quickly discovered how to open the pantry door and paw a can of FF off the shelf and scoot it to the middle of the kitchen floor when it wasn't Saturday. She can be very demanding at times I had to tie the bi-fold doors to the laundry area shut. She figured out how to open those, too. Then she jumped down behind the washing machine and couldn't get back up. I had to drag the washer away from the wall (straining my back in the process) to get her out. I switched her diet to Iams after doing label reading. Then my sleek blue beauty started developing a bit of a pooch so I changed it to the low-fat formula. I caught her nipping wrapped Brach's butterscotch candies out of a candy dish on a two-tier table. I started finding them all over the place; she'd play 'hockey' with them. Okay, time to get some kitty toys! Mousies and crinkly mylar balls. I eventually had to buy the BIG mylar balls because the small ones were transported up to the Mothership. (See, I was learning!) And what a snuggle bug! I'd always heard cats are aloof or stand-offish. Not this girl. She immediately took to meatloafing on me when I was reading a book. Rubbing her face on the book and giving me this sweet slow green-eyed blinky-look. The first time she reached up to gently give my hand a love-bite I saw those teeth and went OMG! But she just gently nipped then did the blinky eyes. I quickly learned to do blinky eyes back at her. I've been well trained Took her a little while to let me do belly-rubs but once she did I knew she then trusted me completely. Upside downy head and cute poses soon followed. Now she does upside downy head when she's loafing on top of me. Of course she got her own furniture; a short cat-cradle with a barrel. Next came the kitty fountain after she started sticking her face under the running faucet when I was brushing my teeth. (See how well I've been trained?) And she got a kitty walk! Oh yes, Persia, you can go out on the patio in this little mesh enclosure! She loves it! A year later she got the 'cabana' for the kitty walk so she has a nice shady spot and a little kitty sling to sit in. Spoiled? Not in the least! She sleeps next to me every night, snuggled against me; purring me to sleep. When she falls sound asleep if I brush my hand over her soft, lovely grey/blue fur, I can feel a soft gentle rumbly purr start back up. She always has to have a paw touching me. If she's facing away from me and I put my hand in front of her, she drapes a paw over my hand and rests her soft little face on my hand. It's so sweet. Aloof? Stand-offish? Not this girl! When I was out of town last year and she was boarded at the vet, she had her third bout of urinary tract infection. She'd been losing a little weight and I figured it was the food but no... the vet phoned me long distance to ask if he could do an x-ray. Of course! He found bladder stones. She needed surgery. Awwww, my poor girl! But of course, do it. He called back - she was fine but he had also found and excised a cyst which probably contributed to the stones; should they do a biopsy? Whatever it takes. Thankfully, benign. He kept me apprised of everything, he or a member of his staff called me every day. $900 later... I got back Persia with a shaved belly and a shaved paw from the I.V. Luckily I had some help from my LLL on that bill and they let me pay the remainder in installments. And of course Persia's fur grew back, fluffy as ever. She's now on special x/d food to avoid crystal oxolate stones in the bladder. Thankfully she loves the food 'cause it's not cheap and I don't have a job. She gets the x/d "gooshy" food on Saturdays as a treat. (I swear she has a calendar hidden under that fur somewhere; she wakes me up earlier on Saturdays and talks loudly to me: "Hey, wake up! I'm supposed to have da gooshy food today!") Now I'm starting to see white on the tips of her toes and little white hairs on her belly. My grey/blue girl is getting older. SIGH. But she's happy, and very much loved. Jill -- I used to have a handle on life...but it broke off. Beautiful story, Jill. See, you were born to be a cat slave - you just didn't know it! Hugs, CatNipped |
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I've only been owned by Persia (my only ever cat) for 4 years. But I've been thinking lately about how she's brought me so much joy; so much fun into my home. She demanded to be let inside; literally. The first night she was here, I went to sleep and she jumped up on the bed with me, purring loudly (distressedly, I think, not sure what to think of me or her new forever home). She went to sleep on the pillow above my head. I remember waking up the next morning thinking, "Do I have a cat?" and I looked around but didn't see her. Only then did I discover she was snoozing above my head! I had to laugh. The next night I woke up and was startled to see a pair of glowing eyes staring at me from the living room. Amityville Horror? Nope, it's the reflective eyes of your (?!) new cat. Kinda creepy. A few days after I was acquired I discovered her name - Persia. I realized I couldn't just call her "cat" and then the name Persia popped into my head (now I know it was beamed to me from the Mothership!). It came out of my mouth and she turned and came running when I said it. Persia it is. Of course I took her to the vet; she was scanned for chips (none); proclaimed healthy and got her shots. The first time she started "kneading" my side in bed I was like uh, whatcha doing? Not being totally stupid I realized she was mimicking nursing behavior and was very flattered she thought of me as her Mom Now on to her apartment exploration. Oh yes, she figured out how to open up the door to the pantry. At first I was feeding her Meow Mix (what did I know?) and I'd bought some cans of Fancy Feast ("gooshy food") as a treat on Saturdays. She quickly discovered how to open the pantry door and paw a can of FF off the shelf and scoot it to the middle of the kitchen floor when it wasn't Saturday. She can be very demanding at times I had to tie the bi-fold doors to the laundry area shut. She figured out how to open those, too. Then she jumped down behind the washing machine and couldn't get back up. I had to drag the washer away from the wall (straining my back in the process) to get her out. I switched her diet to Iams after doing label reading. Then my sleek blue beauty started developing a bit of a pooch so I changed it to the low-fat formula. I caught her nipping wrapped Brach's butterscotch candies out of a candy dish on a two-tier table. I started finding them all over the place; she'd play 'hockey' with them. Okay, time to get some kitty toys! Mousies and crinkly mylar balls. I eventually had to buy the BIG mylar balls because the small ones were transported up to the Mothership. (See, I was learning!) And what a snuggle bug! I'd always heard cats are aloof or stand-offish. Not this girl. She immediately took to meatloafing on me when I was reading a book. Rubbing her face on the book and giving me this sweet slow green-eyed blinky-look. The first time she reached up to gently give my hand a love-bite I saw those teeth and went OMG! But she just gently nipped then did the blinky eyes. I quickly learned to do blinky eyes back at her. I've been well trained Took her a little while to let me do belly-rubs but once she did I knew she then trusted me completely. Upside downy head and cute poses soon followed. Now she does upside downy head when she's loafing on top of me. Of course she got her own furniture; a short cat-cradle with a barrel. Next came the kitty fountain after she started sticking her face under the running faucet when I was brushing my teeth. (See how well I've been trained?) And she got a kitty walk! Oh yes, Persia, you can go out on the patio in this little mesh enclosure! She loves it! A year later she got the 'cabana' for the kitty walk so she has a nice shady spot and a little kitty sling to sit in. Spoiled? Not in the least! She sleeps next to me every night, snuggled against me; purring me to sleep. When she falls sound asleep if I brush my hand over her soft, lovely grey/blue fur, I can feel a soft gentle rumbly purr start back up. She always has to have a paw touching me. If she's facing away from me and I put my hand in front of her, she drapes a paw over my hand and rests her soft little face on my hand. It's so sweet. Aloof? Stand-offish? Not this girl! When I was out of town last year and she was boarded at the vet, she had her third bout of urinary tract infection. She'd been losing a little weight and I figured it was the food but no... the vet phoned me long distance to ask if he could do an x-ray. Of course! He found bladder stones. She needed surgery. Awwww, my poor girl! But of course, do it. He called back - she was fine but he had also found and excised a cyst which probably contributed to the stones; should they do a biopsy? Whatever it takes. Thankfully, benign. He kept me apprised of everything, he or a member of his staff called me every day. $900 later... I got back Persia with a shaved belly and a shaved paw from the I.V. Luckily I had some help from my LLL on that bill and they let me pay the remainder in installments. And of course Persia's fur grew back, fluffy as ever. She's now on special x/d food to avoid crystal oxolate stones in the bladder. Thankfully she loves the food 'cause it's not cheap and I don't have a job. She gets the x/d "gooshy" food on Saturdays as a treat. (I swear she has a calendar hidden under that fur somewhere; she wakes me up earlier on Saturdays and talks loudly to me: "Hey, wake up! I'm supposed to have da gooshy food today!") Now I'm starting to see white on the tips of her toes and little white hairs on her belly. My grey/blue girl is getting older. SIGH. But she's happy, and very much loved. Jill Awwww, what a sweet story, Jill. Thank you. You and Persia are both lucky to have each other. Julie |
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W. Leong wrote:
Rusty is also good at opening doors. Once my cat sitter spent an hour looking all over for him. He was hiding in the storage room. He also likes to go behind the washing machine. Another time I saw the kitchen cabinet door opened and closed. Sure enough it was Rusty that went and hid under the kitchen sink. Being a Canadian cat, Rusty naturally likes to play hockey with objects on the floor. But as he gets older, he is not as interested in his toys anymore. He spent a lot of time sleeping on his cat hammock on the window sill. He has always enjoy belly rubs. Rusty also had his shares of health problems and urinary blockages. We went to the emergency vet hospital at least 3 times over the years. One time he was hospitalized for a complete blockage and spent the weekend there. The emergency vet suggested a 'sex change' surgery. But his regular vet said that should only be a last resort. So we didn't go for it. I spent a lot of $$$ over the years on vet bills and various prescription food. He is well known with all the staff at his vet's clinic. In the past, I wondered whether he would make it to his 10th purrsday. But he is now 10 going on 11 and God willing, we will celebrate our 10 years together in a few months. I also don't have a job and often worry how long I can keep up with the vet bills and expensive prescription food. With both of us getting older, we will probably face more health problems. But all we can do is to take one day at a time. Winnie Purrs to you and Rusty, Winnie that you are able to share many more years together. Purrs to Bast that from one day to the next the means to take care of each other will be presented. julie, Hobbes, Selena, Lacey, Sam and Barnabus |
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jmcquown wrote: I've only been owned by Persia (my only ever cat) for 4 years. But I've been thinking lately about how she's brought me so much joy; so much fun into my home. (snippety) Awwww. It was just plain meant to be. What a sweet post! ------ Krista |
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Lots of purrs and best wishes for both you and Jill to find great jobs,
-- Polonca & Soncek "W. Leong" wrote in message .. . "jmcquown" wrote in message news snip She's now on special x/d food to avoid crystal oxolate stones in the bladder. Thankfully she loves the food 'cause it's not cheap and I don't have a job. She gets the x/d "gooshy" food on Saturdays as a treat. (I swear she has a calendar hidden under that fur somewhere; she wakes me up earlier on Saturdays and talks loudly to me: "Hey, wake up! I'm supposed to have da gooshy food today!") Now I'm starting to see white on the tips of her toes and little white hairs on her belly. My grey/blue girl is getting older. SIGH. But she's happy, and very much loved. Jill -- I used to have a handle on life...but it broke off. Jill, I enjoy reading your story about Persia. Rusty is also good at opening doors. Once my cat sitter spent an hour looking all over for him. He was hiding in the storage room. He also likes to go behind the washing machine. Another time I saw the kitchen cabinet door opened and closed. Sure enough it was Rusty that went and hid under the kitchen sink. Being a Canadian cat, Rusty naturally likes to play hockey with objects on the floor. But as he gets older, he is not as interested in his toys anymore. He spent a lot of time sleeping on his cat hammock on the window sill. He has always enjoy belly rubs. Rusty also had his shares of health problems and urinary blockages. We went to the emergency vet hospital at least 3 times over the years. One time he was hospitalized for a complete blockage and spent the weekend there. The emergency vet suggested a 'sex change' surgery. But his regular vet said that should only be a last resort. So we didn't go for it. I spent a lot of $$$ over the years on vet bills and various prescription food. He is well known with all the staff at his vet's clinic. In the past, I wondered whether he would make it to his 10th purrsday. But he is now 10 going on 11 and God willing, we will celebrate our 10 years together in a few months. I also don't have a job and often worry how long I can keep up with the vet bills and expensive prescription food. With both of us getting older, we will probably face more health problems. But all we can do is to take one day at a time. Winnie |
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On 2005-02-19, jmcquown penned:
I've only been owned by Persia (my only ever cat) for 4 years. But I've been thinking lately about how she's brought me so much joy; so much fun into my home. Thank you for sharing your stories about Persia. I knew very little about cats when I got Oscar, but she made the learning process fun. -- monique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully pictures: http://www.bounceswoosh.org/rpca |
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