RPCA: A short history of Kitty Farmcat

Just to increase the rpca posts!

I kept whippets, and chickens, ne'er the two should meet as of my 11
whippets only two were safe with poultry.
I had a lurcher, Trim, she looked like a smaller Irish wolfhound and she was
good with stock, so she used to "help" me in the morning, her agenda was to
eat the layers pellets, lurchers are very greedy. She passed away in 95 of
liver cancer. While she was still alive and helping I used to notice this
tiny black and white tuxedo cat, perched on top of my hen huts, hunting.
Trim got used to her, never chased her. I assumed she belonged to a
neighbour.
So she did. Unfortunately, Kitty FC spent so much time over at my place
that when her owners moved they went without her as she didn't show up in
time for the removal van.
After that (I didn't know this until ages later) she lived in my garden for
years, sleeping in my toolshed. When I finally realised she was abandoned I
fed her out in the garden twice a day.
The last of my dogs went to RB one October day. On December 1st, my
birthday, I opened the door to get my post. There was a tiny black and
white tuxedo girl there. She has no voice at all, but she just opened her
mouth, nothing came out.
That's when I knew there was no reason that I couldn't give her a home.
So I asked her to come in..the rest is history.

Tweed

On 2005-09-11 16:23:33 -0500, "Christina Websell"
said:

Just to increase the rpca posts!

I kept whippets, and chickens, ne'er the two should meet as of my 11
whippets only two were safe with poultry.
I had a lurcher, Trim, she looked like a smaller Irish wolfhound and
she was good with stock, so she used to "help" me in the morning, her
agenda was to eat the layers pellets, lurchers are very greedy. She
passed away in 95 of liver cancer. While she was still alive and
helping I used to notice this tiny black and white tuxedo cat, perched
on top of my hen huts, hunting. Trim got used to her, never chased her.
I assumed she belonged to a neighbour.
So she did. Unfortunately, Kitty FC spent so much time over at my
place that when her owners moved they went without her as she didn't
show up in time for the removal van.
After that (I didn't know this until ages later) she lived in my garden
for years, sleeping in my toolshed. When I finally realised she was
abandoned I fed her out in the garden twice a day.
The last of my dogs went to RB one October day. On December 1st, my
birthday, I opened the door to get my post. There was a tiny black and
white tuxedo girl there. She has no voice at all, but she just opened
her mouth, nothing came out.
That's when I knew there was no reason that I couldn't give her a home.
So I asked her to come in..the rest is history.

Tweed

Wow. YOu have a long history with her even though you haven't always
"lived" lived with her.

"Karen" wrote in message
news:2005091116305827590%kchuplis@alltelnet...
On 2005-09-11 16:23:33 -0500, "Christina Websell"
said:

Just to increase the rpca posts!

I kept whippets, and chickens, ne'er the two should meet as of my 11
whippets only two were safe with poultry.
I had a lurcher, Trim, she looked like a smaller Irish wolfhound and she
was good with stock, so she used to "help" me in the morning, her agenda
was to eat the layers pellets, lurchers are very greedy. She passed away
in 95 of liver cancer. While she was still alive and helping I used to
notice this tiny black and white tuxedo cat, perched on top of my hen
huts, hunting. Trim got used to her, never chased her. I assumed she
belonged to a neighbour.
So she did. Unfortunately, Kitty FC spent so much time over at my place
that when her owners moved they went without her as she didn't show up in
time for the removal van.
After that (I didn't know this until ages later) she lived in my garden
for years, sleeping in my toolshed. When I finally realised she was
abandoned I fed her out in the garden twice a day.
The last of my dogs went to RB one October day. On December 1st, my
birthday, I opened the door to get my post. There was a tiny black and
white tuxedo girl there. She has no voice at all, but she just opened
her mouth, nothing came out.
That's when I knew there was no reason that I couldn't give her a home.
So I asked her to come in..the rest is history.

Tweed

Wow. YOu have a long history with her even though you haven't always
"lived" lived with her.


Isn't it so disgusting though, that someone can just move away like that
without their cat, just because she "doesn't happen to be there at the
time."
It was ages before I realised and started to feed her, poor girl. I think
she would have died if there weren't so many mousies and fings around the
hens for her to catch.

Tweed

Isn't it so disgusting though, that someone can just move away like that
without their cat, just because she "doesn't happen to be there at the
time."
It was ages before I realised and started to feed her, poor girl. I think
she would have died if there weren't so many mousies and fings around the
hens for her to catch.

Tweed



I firmly believe that people like that will get their comeuppance one
day. How lucky for both you and Kitty FC that things worked out as
they did!

Kim and the CRC

On 2005-09-11 16:50:39 -0500, "Christina Websell"
said:


"Karen" wrote in message
news:2005091116305827590%kchuplis@alltelnet...
On 2005-09-11 16:23:33 -0500, "Christina Websell"
said:

Just to increase the rpca posts!

I kept whippets, and chickens, ne'er the two should meet as of my 11
whippets only two were safe with poultry.
I had a lurcher, Trim, she looked like a smaller Irish wolfhound and
she was good with stock, so she used to "help" me in the morning, her
agenda was to eat the layers pellets, lurchers are very greedy. She
passed away in 95 of liver cancer. While she was still alive and
helping I used to notice this tiny black and white tuxedo cat, perched
on top of my hen huts, hunting. Trim got used to her, never chased her.
I assumed she belonged to a neighbour.
So she did. Unfortunately, Kitty FC spent so much time over at my
place that when her owners moved they went without her as she didn't
show up in time for the removal van.
After that (I didn't know this until ages later) she lived in my garden
for years, sleeping in my toolshed. When I finally realised she was
abandoned I fed her out in the garden twice a day.
The last of my dogs went to RB one October day. On December 1st, my
birthday, I opened the door to get my post. There was a tiny black and
white tuxedo girl there. She has no voice at all, but she just opened
her mouth, nothing came out.
That's when I knew there was no reason that I couldn't give her a home.
So I asked her to come in..the rest is history.

Tweed

Wow. YOu have a long history with her even though you haven't always
"lived" lived with her.


Isn't it so disgusting though, that someone can just move away like
that without their cat, just because she "doesn't happen to be there at
the time."
It was ages before I realised and started to feed her, poor girl. I
think she would have died if there weren't so many mousies and fings
around the hens for her to catch.

Tweed

It is indeed disgusting. I can't even fathom that kind of thinking.

Karen bent over and whined:

Wow

Oops, sorry babe.

/tucks huge love muscle back into pants.

Christina Websell bent over and whined:

Isn't it so disgusting

Nah, just keep sucking until it squirts Hon.

Lucy's Mom bent over and whined:

I firmly believe that people like that will get their comeuppance one
day.

I firmly believe that you need a good stiff one up your tight ass.

Karen bent over and whined:

It is indeed disgusting. I can't even fathom that kind of thinking.

Translation: I love anal. Please stuff that huge cock up my tight ass
babee.

Christina Websell wrote:
"Karen" wrote in message
news:2005091116305827590%kchuplis@alltelnet...
On 2005-09-11 16:23:33 -0500, "Christina Websell"
said:

Just to increase the rpca posts!

place that when her owners moved they went without her as she
didn't show up in time for the removal van.
After that (I didn't know this until ages later) she lived in my
garden for years, sleeping in my toolshed. When I finally realised
she was abandoned I fed her out in the garden twice a day.
The last of my dogs went to RB one October day. On December 1st, my
birthday, I opened the door to get my post. There was a tiny black
and white tuxedo girl there. She has no voice at all, but she
just opened her mouth, nothing came out.
That's when I knew there was no reason that I couldn't give her a
home. So I asked her to come in..the rest is history.

Tweed

Wow. YOu have a long history with her even though you haven't always
"lived" lived with her.


Isn't it so disgusting though, that someone can just move away like
that without their cat, just because she "doesn't happen to be there
at the time."
It was ages before I realised and started to feed her, poor girl. I
think she would have died if there weren't so many mousies and fings
around the hens for her to catch.

Tweed

I believe this is what happened with my Persia, too. I made concerted
efforts to locate her slaves but no one claimed her. I cannot fathom it as
she is the sweetest, most loving cat.

Jill