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cute. our Maggie chose our son,Matthew(almost5 now),we wanted a kid friendly
cat,we were at the shelter looking & she just reached out her paw & snagged his shirt as if to say"i choose you !" we took her out of the cage & she just curled up on his shoulder & snuggled & purred !! "Wilba" wilba at arach dot net dot au wrote in message ... Kajikit wrote: Or did they choose you? Stories please! (no I'm not just a voyeur... in three weeks we'll be getting our own kitties and I'm getting nervous - I've never ever had a cat of my own in my entire life! What if they decide they don't like me?) We had been going to the shelter for a couple of weeks to see what was what, and on this day we decided we were ready - if the right cat was there we would take it. We got to a cage with a cute big kitten sitting up on the shelf. We said hello and she meowed and jumped down to come and meet us. We squatted down by the front of the cage to have a chat with her. I turned to Janice to say that this looked like a nice cat. While my head was turned, Tashie stood up on her back legs, reached through the wire, and touched my cheek with her paw, like, "I choose... YOU!" |
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Kajikit wrote in message . ..
Or did they choose you? Stories please! (no I'm not just a voyeur... in three weeks we'll be getting our own kitties and I'm getting nervous - I've never ever had a cat of my own in my entire life! What if they decide they don't like me?) -- My RB Mikey was given to me as a tiny kitten. The office cats Ozzy and Tiger just appeared on the office doorstep (separately, about a year apart) and stayed. Tallulah and Hubert came to live here when one night Lula came bebopping up our driveway, pregnant. She kept coming back, and after a few days she wasn't pregnant any more. Two weeks later, she introduced us to her sole kitten, Hubert, and a few days after that I nabbed them both and brought them inside. ------ Krista |
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Kajikit wrote in message . ..
Or did they choose you? Stories please! (no I'm not just a voyeur... in three weeks we'll be getting our own kitties and I'm getting nervous - I've never ever had a cat of my own in my entire life! What if they decide they don't like me?) -- My RB Mikey was given to me as a tiny kitten. The office cats Ozzy and Tiger just appeared on the office doorstep (separately, about a year apart) and stayed. Tallulah and Hubert came to live here when one night Lula came bebopping up our driveway, pregnant. She kept coming back, and after a few days she wasn't pregnant any more. Two weeks later, she introduced us to her sole kitten, Hubert, and a few days after that I nabbed them both and brought them inside. ------ Krista |
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Kajikit wrote in message . ..
Or did they choose you? Stories please! (no I'm not just a voyeur... in three weeks we'll be getting our own kitties and I'm getting nervous - I've never ever had a cat of my own in my entire life! What if they decide they don't like me?) -- My RB Mikey was given to me as a tiny kitten. The office cats Ozzy and Tiger just appeared on the office doorstep (separately, about a year apart) and stayed. Tallulah and Hubert came to live here when one night Lula came bebopping up our driveway, pregnant. She kept coming back, and after a few days she wasn't pregnant any more. Two weeks later, she introduced us to her sole kitten, Hubert, and a few days after that I nabbed them both and brought them inside. ------ Krista |
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Kajikit wrote:
Or did they choose you? Stories please! Persia chose me. I have no idea why. She showed up at my back door one afternoon, January 6, 2001. Meowed and meowed, demanded to be let in. I admit I tried to shoo her away. She came back. It was bitterly cold that day and as the sun set and it was 28 degrees farenheight. I couldn't stand the thought of her out there in the cold. I said to myself, okay... I'll go to the store and get "cat stuff" and if she's still there when I get home I'll let her in. I went to Walgreen's, bought a bag of cheap cat food, a plastic water/food dish and a litter box and some litter. When I came back it was even more cold and I let her inside. She was cautious. She inspected the apartment and apparently pronounced it fine. I took photos of her and printed up flyers which I posted around the neighborhood. I noted she had been front declawed. I called area shelters and vets. Also contacted the apartment office. No one had reported her missing. I had no intention of keeping her. I'd never been around cats before and my dog had died in 1999 so I wasn't sure I wanted a furry master. By day 3, however, she had claimed my heart. For one thing, that first night she curled up on the pillow above my head and slept there. The next thing she did was start to get into my cabinets and drawers with those deft little paws. My dog was smart, but he wasn't smart enough to figure that out. By the third day I realized I was completely won over and was the proud owner of a cat. I said, "Well, I have to call you something." The name Persia popped into my head. She was walking away from me at the time and I said it out loud. She immediately ran back to me. Hmmm, so that's your name! I took her to the vet, where they checked her for microchips. None (now she's chipped). They did a thorough checkup and pronounced her healthy and about 2 years old, also probably spayed due to scar tissue on her belly. I've been hers ever since. Don't worry about a cat not liking you. If you do what others suggest, go to a shelter and let the cat pick you out. Persia certainly picked me out; I have no idea why. Somehow they just *know*. Jill |
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Kajikit wrote:
Or did they choose you? Stories please! Persia chose me. I have no idea why. She showed up at my back door one afternoon, January 6, 2001. Meowed and meowed, demanded to be let in. I admit I tried to shoo her away. She came back. It was bitterly cold that day and as the sun set and it was 28 degrees farenheight. I couldn't stand the thought of her out there in the cold. I said to myself, okay... I'll go to the store and get "cat stuff" and if she's still there when I get home I'll let her in. I went to Walgreen's, bought a bag of cheap cat food, a plastic water/food dish and a litter box and some litter. When I came back it was even more cold and I let her inside. She was cautious. She inspected the apartment and apparently pronounced it fine. I took photos of her and printed up flyers which I posted around the neighborhood. I noted she had been front declawed. I called area shelters and vets. Also contacted the apartment office. No one had reported her missing. I had no intention of keeping her. I'd never been around cats before and my dog had died in 1999 so I wasn't sure I wanted a furry master. By day 3, however, she had claimed my heart. For one thing, that first night she curled up on the pillow above my head and slept there. The next thing she did was start to get into my cabinets and drawers with those deft little paws. My dog was smart, but he wasn't smart enough to figure that out. By the third day I realized I was completely won over and was the proud owner of a cat. I said, "Well, I have to call you something." The name Persia popped into my head. She was walking away from me at the time and I said it out loud. She immediately ran back to me. Hmmm, so that's your name! I took her to the vet, where they checked her for microchips. None (now she's chipped). They did a thorough checkup and pronounced her healthy and about 2 years old, also probably spayed due to scar tissue on her belly. I've been hers ever since. Don't worry about a cat not liking you. If you do what others suggest, go to a shelter and let the cat pick you out. Persia certainly picked me out; I have no idea why. Somehow they just *know*. Jill |
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Kajikit wrote:
Or did they choose you? Stories please! Persia chose me. I have no idea why. She showed up at my back door one afternoon, January 6, 2001. Meowed and meowed, demanded to be let in. I admit I tried to shoo her away. She came back. It was bitterly cold that day and as the sun set and it was 28 degrees farenheight. I couldn't stand the thought of her out there in the cold. I said to myself, okay... I'll go to the store and get "cat stuff" and if she's still there when I get home I'll let her in. I went to Walgreen's, bought a bag of cheap cat food, a plastic water/food dish and a litter box and some litter. When I came back it was even more cold and I let her inside. She was cautious. She inspected the apartment and apparently pronounced it fine. I took photos of her and printed up flyers which I posted around the neighborhood. I noted she had been front declawed. I called area shelters and vets. Also contacted the apartment office. No one had reported her missing. I had no intention of keeping her. I'd never been around cats before and my dog had died in 1999 so I wasn't sure I wanted a furry master. By day 3, however, she had claimed my heart. For one thing, that first night she curled up on the pillow above my head and slept there. The next thing she did was start to get into my cabinets and drawers with those deft little paws. My dog was smart, but he wasn't smart enough to figure that out. By the third day I realized I was completely won over and was the proud owner of a cat. I said, "Well, I have to call you something." The name Persia popped into my head. She was walking away from me at the time and I said it out loud. She immediately ran back to me. Hmmm, so that's your name! I took her to the vet, where they checked her for microchips. None (now she's chipped). They did a thorough checkup and pronounced her healthy and about 2 years old, also probably spayed due to scar tissue on her belly. I've been hers ever since. Don't worry about a cat not liking you. If you do what others suggest, go to a shelter and let the cat pick you out. Persia certainly picked me out; I have no idea why. Somehow they just *know*. Jill |
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