Follow the blue links for pix of some of my kitty cats....
Here is the stories about my kitties.
Once upon a time, ;)
My parents never let me have a pet..
Well, fish, but you can't pet fish!!
So, as soon as I had my own apartment,
I finally got me a kitty cat!
My first cat's name was Softsie. He was
a Siamese. Okay, so his name was a little
feminine but he had the prettiest blue eyes,
and with his light colored fur, I named
him after the Soft Clouds in the sky.
Soft C. Which became simply, Softsie.
My second cat, I got from a friend who was
not allowed to take her pet with her when
she moved. His name was J.D. She told me
she named him that because when he was
a kitten, he got into a bottle of Jack Daniels.
(Poor kitty didn't like the Jack much,
but the name stuck!)
Next thing I knew, I started getting strays.
was the first one to show up at my door,
so of course I took him in. Tiger was just tiger,
because I never planned on keeping him, but,
silly me, I fed him, and he decided he was home.
The other strays came and went, never staying long,
then one day, when I was visiting my friend, I saw
this beautiful silk gray kitty cat. Of course I said,
hello, and rubbed her soft fur, but I didn't think
twice, because I figured she belonged to someone.
A cat that beautiful must have a home.
Well, my birthday soon after, and my friends had
me sit and close my eyes. Then they put something
in my lap. It was alive! I opened my eyes, and
there was that beautiful grey cat.
Well, my life got a little confusing about a year after
this. Softsie was hit by a speeding driver, and J.D.,
well, I never did find out what happened to him. I was
in the process of moving out of my boyfriend's apartment,
and I had to move into a place that didn't allow cats.
I was baby-sitting these wonderful kids and their Nana
liked Tiger, so I thought that he would have a good
home with them. My grey kitty, Princess, I kept and
hid in my new apartment. Little did I know, but she
was PREGNANT!! ;)
(I had gotten all my other cats spayed or neutered,
but I hadn't had the money for poor Princess yet.)
I was living in a trailer park, and my neighbors
owned their trailer, and offered to take Mother
and Babies. I felt it was best. It would be a little
tough to hide all of them!
Due to interesting situations, I soon moved out of
town, and started college in a different university.
My parents helped me find a really nice apartment.
And guess what? No pets allowed. Did I listen?
Liselle was named after a character in a book. I just
liked the name. It soon was shortened to Lissy.
She was a early born runt, so tiny and so cute, but
terrified of people. Soon, she and I became the best
of buds. She liked to sleep under the blanket with me
and would instantly crawl on my lap when I sat down,
but as soon as I stood up or someone visited, she
Well, I got me involved in another relationship, and
ended up moving out to the country. Lissy loved the
country, and I could not keep her in the house. One
day, she didn't come home.
Through all this, I came to the realization that the only
good thing that was ever in my life was my cats (well,
my step-children were and always will be near and
dear to my heart, but that is another story.)
So, I changed my life yet again, went back to college
(Seems like every time I entered a relationship, I ended
up quitting college.) I ended up moving in with a
wonderful girl, who of course had a cat. Well, it was
HER cat ;) and I was needing some company and some
love, so I started watching the newspaper. I knew as
soon as I saw the ad, for a black, long haired cat
needing a new home.
I called and called till I finally got through. I guess there
were many messages on their machine, but I was the
first one who had called. They needed to check me out
first. This had been their baby for a long time and they
needed to find a perfect home. I knew it would be me.
(Well, I hoped.)
My roomie and I drove out to their place. China
(pronounced Cheena) was a beautiful cat. It was love
at first sight... at least for me. She was terrified.
I sat down and talked to her and before long I was
holding her. She had made her decision and her family
agreed. China was able to come home with me.
She was my sanity during a dark period in my life. I could
not have survived without her. She was old when I got her,
but I felt that I knew her forever. She always knew when
there was something wrong. She had this talking purr that
sounded like a dove. And she was one of those cats who
would talk to you. And often, I could tell what she was
saying! I knew the sound of her letting me know her food
dish was empty, I knew when I was in a different room
and she was looking for me, she even told me when she
was going to cough up hairballs!! (I was able to move her
off the carpet! )
I couldn't bare to part with her, so after I finished college
and finally met the man of my dreams, when the army
needed to send him to Germany, I took her with me.
Four wonderful years I spent with her. As I said, she was
old when she came to live with me, I never knew her age.
One day, I was laying on my bed, and she was lying next
to me. I remember it was odd, because she kept raising
her head to look at me. She was never an outdoor cat,
when I got her, she was already declawed. (I would never
do that to a cat.) She was my baby, and that day, I knew
she was telling me goodbye.
I didn't know it right away, though. It wasn't till later.
Since she was not an outside cat, she never really went
out or even wanted to go outside. Well, I live on the
top floor and the laundry room is in the basement. That
evening, I was doing laundry, and the door didn't get
shut behind me.
I didn't notice her absense until morning. She slept a lot,
so, I just figured she was sleeping. It was late, and I
went to bed. The next morning, I could not find her.
I looked everywhere. I made signs and put them up
around the neighborhood. There were many black cats
in the area, so I went on quite a few wild goose chases,
my heart always hoping, then crushed when it didn't
turn out to be my China.
I think I knew all along that she had told me goodbye,
then took the opportunity to die her way. At the same
time, I believe she knew there was something wrong
with me. The following week, I ended up in the
hospital for 6 weeks. (This
is another story) Maybe in a way, she spent her
self, trying to help me. That may not make sense to
some of you, but that is how I felt. She and I were
that close, and I truly think we would have done
anything for each other. It's been a year, and I still
miss her. And I still look for her, just in case.
I love you and miss you, my China.
That was China's story, but China was not my only
cat during this time.
Right before my husband left for Germany, (the army
did not let us go together. He went early to find a place
to live.), we went to a goodbye party at a friend of ours.
It was the opening night for the movie The Spawn, and
we were all going to go as a group. Our friend lived at
a trailer park behind the theater. Out of nowhere, this
black cat showed up. Our friend told us that he hung
around a lot, looking for food. He was so sad looking,
skinny, dirty, and basically pathetic.
This strange, stray black cat jumped onto my husband's
lap and started head butting him until my husband
started petting him. Now, my husband was never a huge
fan of cats. He liked China, but usually wouldn't admit it.
Well, something between those two clicked. My husband
just loved how he would head-butt him and would play
rough, almost like a dog.
Although he was a dirty old cat, my heart went out to him, I knew
China would not be pleased. She was like a queen. She
never did get along with my old roomies cat. She just
Well, then it was time to head for the movie. It was a midnight
Showing and a beautiful night, so we decided to walk.
That dear cat decided to follow us!! Now, I have never actually
seen a cat follow people before. Although we were behind the
theaters, we had to walk about a quarter mile and through a
wooded area to get to it. Still he followed.
Well, he stopped when we got out of the treeline and entered the
parking lot, so we told him goodbye.
Two and a half hours later, we left the theater, after thoroughly
enjoying the evening. We reached the tree line.
That little stinker was STILL THERE! He had waited for us,
over two hours, and I knew that if he followed us back, we
would keep him. We had not fed him, but he had loved him
from the start. And follow us back he did. We decided to name
him Spawn, after the movie he followed us to.
After we said our goodbyes to our friends, my husband and
I jumped in the car. Our friends were going to hand him in
to us, and we were going to keep him. Well, he had other
plans. He would not let our friends catch him. Instead,
he jumped in the car with us!
(China wasn't thrilled, but she tolerated him, and when
she didn't think we were looking, she would play with him!)
Well, the rest is history.
Well, actually it is the future, because he is still with us in
Germany. And he still head-butts my husband!
Is the story over? Not yet. Sorry.
After China died, my downstairs neighbor felt sorry for
me and found us a new kitten. This kitten came to us
before I went into the hospital, so I missed the first
6 weeks of her being with us. Thus, her name remained
Kitten. Sometimes it is
Kitten Puft, because she is a
tiny white furball with striped spots on her head and tail.
Even though she is over a year old,
she is still tiny like a kitten. And is definitely spoiled
Spawn loved her to death. They played constantly. They
kept each other company and they kept me from
missing China too much.
Spawn was still my husband's cat, but he took care of me
when my husband goes out to do military stuff. Kitten
is a little bit of everybody's.
I miss the connection I had with China, and I particularly
miss China herself, her purr, her way of talking, her long,
black, soft fur, and her companionship.
I only hope that someday I will such a connection with
an animal again.
I got pregnant, with my son.
Everything changed.. ;) But that is natural.
Well, my DH and I decided it would be easier if we
found homes for our kitties rather than try traveling
with them AND a newborn.
We had no place for them back in the states. They would
have had to stay with my SIL. So, we thought
they would be happier/ safer in new homes.
Now, 3 years later, I have a kitty again. This one was
left behind by previous tenants. She had no food or water
when I found her.
I took her in to the vet, had her checked, got her shots,
and spayed (damn, prices have gone up!), and brought her
THEN we came up with a name for her. Stitches.
Later we found out her original name was Obsidian, so now
officially her name is Obsidian Stitches. We call her
Stitch for short. As in Lilo and Stitch! My son just
loves her to death.
She is a wonderful kitty, she still
has her claws, but does not use them. I have never had
such a cat. Even playing, her front claws never hurt.
Even frightened at the vet, she didn't use them. The
doctors and nurses were greatly impressed. They said it
was quite a miracle we found each other and that she
is a magnificent kitty cat. My son and I are truly blessed.
Perhaps with time, she and I will build a connection
similar to the one I had with China.