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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
Yoo an Kenzie wuz lukkee to hav eech uther, an Lorelei iz lukkee now, too.
Rebecca "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
We remember looking at her pictures and seeing how beautiful she was.
And how hard it was for you when she had to leave. We knew she was one of the star kitties, bonded a little more tightly with her human, and now, fangs to your Tribute, we know her a little better. Fangu for telling us about her, dat was a splendid Tribute to a truly special girl. Azad, damp rainbow hanky in paw |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
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. It sounds like Kenzie was indeed a wonderful companion cat, and like you two enriched each others lives tremendously. Thanks you for giving her such a wonderful, loving home. And Kensie showed her love and wisdom again when she led Lorelei to you. Amelia |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
Piglettsmiles, AMEN to that.
"Amelia T Cat" wrote in message ... 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. It sounds like Kenzie was indeed a wonderful companion cat, and like you two enriched each others lives tremendously. Thanks you for giving her such a wonderful, loving home. And Kensie showed her love and wisdom again when she led Lorelei to you. Amelia |
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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. 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. Unca Gandalf, dat was a furry luvlee tribyewt tu Kenzie. She waz furry lukkee dat yu tuk hur in an gayv hur da wuntroohome she desurved. DaRennieKidz |
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Tribute: Kenzie, House of Gandalf
On Mon, 17 Oct 2011 08:47:24 -0700 (PDT), "
wrote: On Oct 14, 10:44*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. Unca Gandalf, dat was a furry luvlee tribyewt tu Kenzie. She waz furry lukkee dat yu tuk hur in an gayv hur da wuntroohome she desurved. DaRennieKidz fangyu, buttid mai hoomin finks dat heez da lukkee wun. an den, win Kenzie wented tu da Bridge, den mai hoomin 'dopted myownself, just win ai kneedud a gnu hoam. lorili |
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