My 24 hour kitty

On Wed, 18 Aug 2004 10:20:51 -0500, Karen wrote:

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
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Such a sad little story. I hope our Rainbow Bridge kitties gave him a
great welcome and will take good care of him. Purrs for the little soul.
MLB

On Wed, 18 Aug 2004 10:20:51 -0500, Karen wrote:

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
...
[quoted text muted]




Such a sad little story. I hope our Rainbow Bridge kitties gave him a
great welcome and will take good care of him. Purrs for the little soul.
MLB

On Wed, 18 Aug 2004 10:20:51 -0500, Karen wrote:

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
...
[quoted text muted]




Such a sad little story. I hope our Rainbow Bridge kitties gave him a
great welcome and will take good care of him. Purrs for the little soul.
MLB

In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", O J
artfully composed this message within
on 18 Aug 2004:

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.

Yup, but we do it anyway because we have love and hope in our hearts
and her last day given lots of that love will make us do it again and
again, no matter how painful. You did good, your wife did good and
the little baby is safe at the rainbow bridge now. I'm so sorry you
had to lose her.

--
Cheryl

In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", O J
artfully composed this message within
on 18 Aug 2004:

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.

Yup, but we do it anyway because we have love and hope in our hearts
and her last day given lots of that love will make us do it again and
again, no matter how painful. You did good, your wife did good and
the little baby is safe at the rainbow bridge now. I'm so sorry you
had to lose her.

--
Cheryl

In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", O J
artfully composed this message within
on 18 Aug 2004:

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.

Yup, but we do it anyway because we have love and hope in our hearts
and her last day given lots of that love will make us do it again and
again, no matter how painful. You did good, your wife did good and
the little baby is safe at the rainbow bridge now. I'm so sorry you
had to lose her.

--
Cheryl

Oh yes you ruined my day OJ, but you needed to let go of your pain
so I dont mind truly, such a sad story for both you and the kitty, some
mamma cat at the bridge will take careof her I'm sure, taking over where
you had to leave off, and I'm sorry to hear you are sick OJ and hope your
recovery is going well Maybe Lynda could get you a well kitty for you to
care for and bond with. I hope so, it will help to mend your broken heart.
Blessings to you all Jean.P.




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

Oh yes you ruined my day OJ, but you needed to let go of your pain
so I dont mind truly, such a sad story for both you and the kitty, some
mamma cat at the bridge will take careof her I'm sure, taking over where
you had to leave off, and I'm sorry to hear you are sick OJ and hope your
recovery is going well Maybe Lynda could get you a well kitty for you to
care for and bond with. I hope so, it will help to mend your broken heart.
Blessings to you all Jean.P.




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

Oh yes you ruined my day OJ, but you needed to let go of your pain
so I dont mind truly, such a sad story for both you and the kitty, some
mamma cat at the bridge will take careof her I'm sure, taking over where
you had to leave off, and I'm sorry to hear you are sick OJ and hope your
recovery is going well Maybe Lynda could get you a well kitty for you to
care for and bond with. I hope so, it will help to mend your broken heart.
Blessings to you all Jean.P.




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

Sorry the little kitten didn't make it. At least she crossed the bridge
knowing someone cared about her. I've had a couple of similar experiences.
Sometimes you feel no one understands why you would care so much about a cat
you just met. I've been crying or on the verge of crying all day over a cat
that came in today at the shelter. Why do I care so much about what happens
to this cat I've only known for 14 hours, when his owner obviously didn't
give a sh*t??

--
-Kelly
kelly at farringtons dot net
www.kelltek.com
Check out www.snittens.com

"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