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My 24 hour kitty
Hi All,
I'm not suggesting that you not read this, nor am I suggesting that you turn away. It's a very sad story about a little kitty that I only had for a little more than twenty-four hours. While I was recuperating from a debilitating illness, my sweet Lynda came home one day with an unexpected surprise. It was a tiny tuxedo kitten who was sick and might have been on its last legs. Lynda knew that with all the time I was spending in bed, I'd have time to nurse and care for the kitten. She moved a tray table nest to the bed and put the cat carrier on it. There was a little litter box in the adult-sized carrier and a folded up towel to lay on. I held the kitty on my chest when I was awake and put her in the carrier when I knew I was going to sleep. All the poor little thing had the strength to do was lay there and purr. I fed her cat food off my finger, though she couldn't get much of it down and there was a little saucer of water in the carrier as well which she occasionally sipped at. Most of my other cats are really bonded to Lynda more than me. She feeds them all their meals, she was at home while I was still working, and they just spent more time with her. The little tuxedo kitty was supposed to become my special baby. Who knows how that would have worked out, but that was the plan. I nodded off just as I had helped the kitty off my chest and into the carrier. I thought she needed to use the litter tray. When I woke, she was laying half over the edge of the carrier. It didn't look very comfortable, with the edge of the plastic pushed into her little tummy so I went to boost her little hind legs over the edge of the carrier so she could take care of her business in the litter. There was something wrong though. Her little legs wouldn't hold her up, in fact she was limp all over. My hands wouldn't stop trying to lift her up though. It was as if they had minds of their own and they kept trying to get the kitty to stand up on her poor little lifeless legs. Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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I think that it is very nice that that little kitten that would have died
alone and had NO love in it's little baby life had a real family for it's last 24 hours of life. I'm so sorry though that it had to happen as it did, but you had the toughest love of all and did the hardest job by giving up to the great unknown a special love of your own that was new and precious no matter how short. "O J" wrote in message ... Hi All, I'm not suggesting that you not read this, nor am I suggesting that you turn away. It's a very sad story about a little kitty that I only had for a little more than twenty-four hours. While I was recuperating from a debilitating illness, my sweet Lynda came home one day with an unexpected surprise. It was a tiny tuxedo kitten who was sick and might have been on its last legs. Lynda knew that with all the time I was spending in bed, I'd have time to nurse and care for the kitten. She moved a tray table nest to the bed and put the cat carrier on it. There was a little litter box in the adult-sized carrier and a folded up towel to lay on. I held the kitty on my chest when I was awake and put her in the carrier when I knew I was going to sleep. All the poor little thing had the strength to do was lay there and purr. I fed her cat food off my finger, though she couldn't get much of it down and there was a little saucer of water in the carrier as well which she occasionally sipped at. Most of my other cats are really bonded to Lynda more than me. She feeds them all their meals, she was at home while I was still working, and they just spent more time with her. The little tuxedo kitty was supposed to become my special baby. Who knows how that would have worked out, but that was the plan. I nodded off just as I had helped the kitty off my chest and into the carrier. I thought she needed to use the litter tray. When I woke, she was laying half over the edge of the carrier. It didn't look very comfortable, with the edge of the plastic pushed into her little tummy so I went to boost her little hind legs over the edge of the carrier so she could take care of her business in the litter. There was something wrong though. Her little legs wouldn't hold her up, in fact she was limp all over. My hands wouldn't stop trying to lift her up though. It was as if they had minds of their own and they kept trying to get the kitty to stand up on her poor little lifeless legs. Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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I think that it is very nice that that little kitten that would have died
alone and had NO love in it's little baby life had a real family for it's last 24 hours of life. I'm so sorry though that it had to happen as it did, but you had the toughest love of all and did the hardest job by giving up to the great unknown a special love of your own that was new and precious no matter how short. "O J" wrote in message ... Hi All, I'm not suggesting that you not read this, nor am I suggesting that you turn away. It's a very sad story about a little kitty that I only had for a little more than twenty-four hours. While I was recuperating from a debilitating illness, my sweet Lynda came home one day with an unexpected surprise. It was a tiny tuxedo kitten who was sick and might have been on its last legs. Lynda knew that with all the time I was spending in bed, I'd have time to nurse and care for the kitten. She moved a tray table nest to the bed and put the cat carrier on it. There was a little litter box in the adult-sized carrier and a folded up towel to lay on. I held the kitty on my chest when I was awake and put her in the carrier when I knew I was going to sleep. All the poor little thing had the strength to do was lay there and purr. I fed her cat food off my finger, though she couldn't get much of it down and there was a little saucer of water in the carrier as well which she occasionally sipped at. Most of my other cats are really bonded to Lynda more than me. She feeds them all their meals, she was at home while I was still working, and they just spent more time with her. The little tuxedo kitty was supposed to become my special baby. Who knows how that would have worked out, but that was the plan. I nodded off just as I had helped the kitty off my chest and into the carrier. I thought she needed to use the litter tray. When I woke, she was laying half over the edge of the carrier. It didn't look very comfortable, with the edge of the plastic pushed into her little tummy so I went to boost her little hind legs over the edge of the carrier so she could take care of her business in the litter. There was something wrong though. Her little legs wouldn't hold her up, in fact she was limp all over. My hands wouldn't stop trying to lift her up though. It was as if they had minds of their own and they kept trying to get the kitty to stand up on her poor little lifeless legs. Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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I think that it is very nice that that little kitten that would have died
alone and had NO love in it's little baby life had a real family for it's last 24 hours of life. I'm so sorry though that it had to happen as it did, but you had the toughest love of all and did the hardest job by giving up to the great unknown a special love of your own that was new and precious no matter how short. "O J" wrote in message ... Hi All, I'm not suggesting that you not read this, nor am I suggesting that you turn away. It's a very sad story about a little kitty that I only had for a little more than twenty-four hours. While I was recuperating from a debilitating illness, my sweet Lynda came home one day with an unexpected surprise. It was a tiny tuxedo kitten who was sick and might have been on its last legs. Lynda knew that with all the time I was spending in bed, I'd have time to nurse and care for the kitten. She moved a tray table nest to the bed and put the cat carrier on it. There was a little litter box in the adult-sized carrier and a folded up towel to lay on. I held the kitty on my chest when I was awake and put her in the carrier when I knew I was going to sleep. All the poor little thing had the strength to do was lay there and purr. I fed her cat food off my finger, though she couldn't get much of it down and there was a little saucer of water in the carrier as well which she occasionally sipped at. Most of my other cats are really bonded to Lynda more than me. She feeds them all their meals, she was at home while I was still working, and they just spent more time with her. The little tuxedo kitty was supposed to become my special baby. Who knows how that would have worked out, but that was the plan. I nodded off just as I had helped the kitty off my chest and into the carrier. I thought she needed to use the litter tray. When I woke, she was laying half over the edge of the carrier. It didn't look very comfortable, with the edge of the plastic pushed into her little tummy so I went to boost her little hind legs over the edge of the carrier so she could take care of her business in the litter. There was something wrong though. Her little legs wouldn't hold her up, in fact she was limp all over. My hands wouldn't stop trying to lift her up though. It was as if they had minds of their own and they kept trying to get the kitty to stand up on her poor little lifeless legs. Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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On Wed, 18 Aug 2004 14:51:50 GMT, O J
yodeled: Hi All, (snip sad story) I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Because many of us have to express ourselves when we have that kind of experience. Better to do so with people you know will understand. Poor tiny critter, that kind of thing is maddening and heartbreaking. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ |
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On Wed, 18 Aug 2004 14:51:50 GMT, O J
yodeled: Hi All, (snip sad story) I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Because many of us have to express ourselves when we have that kind of experience. Better to do so with people you know will understand. Poor tiny critter, that kind of thing is maddening and heartbreaking. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ |
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On Wed, 18 Aug 2004 14:51:50 GMT, O J
yodeled: Hi All, (snip sad story) I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Because many of us have to express ourselves when we have that kind of experience. Better to do so with people you know will understand. Poor tiny critter, that kind of thing is maddening and heartbreaking. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ |
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"O J" wrote I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Please don't worry about that, we are all here for you. That was such a sad experience. Lots of purrs are coming your way. Know that you gave a lot of love into that short little life. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki |
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"O J" wrote I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Please don't worry about that, we are all here for you. That was such a sad experience. Lots of purrs are coming your way. Know that you gave a lot of love into that short little life. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki |
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"O J" wrote I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Please don't worry about that, we are all here for you. That was such a sad experience. Lots of purrs are coming your way. Know that you gave a lot of love into that short little life. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki |
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