Pet Stories (Long but, I hope, worth the reading)

[Buglady]

And a later post - OMG BEAGLE EYES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!

I love Beagles, and i'm not even a dog person, usually. Beagles and Standard Poodles (including crosses) are teh exception.

[Kittish]

Kitty tales... oh where to start? I've been blessed with some of the sweetest and most loving cats that anyone ever saw.

Miss Velcro- I found this lady one night as I was leaving work for the night. At the time I worked in a little mom and pop convenience store out in the country. The main building sat on one concrete pad, and behind it there was a smaller concrete pad the kerosene tank sat on. As I was leaving, I heard this tiny mewing crying coming from the darkness off that way. I went to check it out and found this tiny little kitten wedged between the two concrete pads. Poor thing couldn't get back out of the spot she'd gotten into. I fished her out and she latched on to me with all four paws and started purring. Right then and there, I was her person. I got to spend 18 wonderful years with Miss Velcro, and gave her the best and happiest life I could manage.

Her name came about because of a rather interesting talent she had. For a time, my (now ex-) husband and I lived with his parents. His mother had acid reflux so had to sleep in a partial sitting position. She had a comfy recliner that she slept in. Velcro would stretch out on her side on the footrest of the recliner, between my mother-in-law's feet. If MIL woke up and got up to use the restroom or anything and put the foot rest down, Velcro would, somehow.... adhere.... to the footrest, still lying on her side totally relaxed, either until MIL settled back in and raised the footrest again or until Velcro decided it was time to move. Then she would, without moving anything that we could see, simply cancel whatever mysterious force she was using to adhere to the footrest and drop the few inches to the floor.

Miss Alex- Alexandra the Grey. As the name suggests, she was a solid silvery steel grey cat, and one of the smallest cats I've ever seen. At her largest, she weighed all of 4 pounds. Tiny little girl, but full of love. She would sleep with me, curling up in the crook of my arm and purr me to sleep. We got her when Velcro was about two years old, and the two of them pretty quickly became very close. Velcro was the ONLY other animal that Alex would permit on her territory, however. Fiesty little lady. Alas, she is gone now as well, and she also lived a long and happy life of some 18 years.

Munchkin, or Pounces on Feet- This is the cat I currently have (or who has me). She's an absolutely gorgeous long haired cat, with markings and coloring that is very reminiscent of siamese cats. She has a game that she invented not long after I got her that she loves to play. She brings me whatever her current favorite toy is and either drops it in my hand or by my feet. My job is to pick up the toy, maybe play a little with her in a swat/wrestle style, then throw the toy for her to chase down. She'll keep bringing it back as long as she wants to play, then she hides the toy until next time.

[Fire_on_High]

I'm so hopeless where critters are concerned.

2 years ago in Feb we had to have our Korat mix put to sleep. End of June, my mother asks if the hubs and I feel like going along to the mall with her, so we agree to it. She's looking for work shoes, we're just bored and killing time.

Silly silly me, I go into the little pet store since I like to watch the ferrets and mice playing. There are two kittens in one of the person height cages, one little brown tabby and one silver and black. Like someone above mentioned, I made the mistake of asking to hold the little brown fellow, and he snuggles right up purring as if he'd known me forever. Right then and there, I'm pwned. Hubby gets the other little guy out and cuddles on him a bit also, but he's a bit more shy.

Cue much begging and my mother trots out the whole "What will your grandmother say?" bit, saying we should go home and talk to her about it. She's dead sure this idea will be shot down posthaste.

Well, in what was most likely my grandmother's final gift before her mind went sharply downhill after a bout with pneumonia, not only did she not refuse to allow the kittens, she suggested that there was no way we should separate littermates!

She knew her stuff...these guys are absolutely inseparable! They sleep curled up together, they still call for each other, they play and wrestle and help each other get away with mischief.

I'm quite sure little shy Eragon knows who was responsible for things, too...now that she's bedridden and fairly well gone, he climbs up into her bed and lays beside her, just quietly purring to himself.