Lost an old friend today - 09/06/19
Had to put down our old tom cat this morning. I know, i know, "It just a fuggin' cat!" ...and a hearty "GFY!" if that is your feelings. Go read something else.
We got him when he was four days old. A little gal who worked at the drive-in where our daughter worked was crying about a litter of kittens they found and their dog was killing them. Our girl put her in the car and went and found the one survivor. He was in terrible shape with just about everything possible wrong with him. Took him to the vet and she said that there was zero chance of him surviving and we should just kill him. Daughter said nope and brought him home and cared for him for a couple of weeks. Our girl was starting college and had to give him up as no pets were allowed in her dorm. Dad inherited the little bastard and I wound up carrying him around in my shirt pocket for weeks. (On a side note: if you want to attract attention from a lot of cute gals, walk into the post office when all the secretaries are getting the morning mail , with a kitten in your shirt pocket.) He was an American Shorthair which is a large breed - he generally weighted in about 22 lbs. For over 15 years he sat in my office window and watched over daily happenings. If someone new came in he would walk around them and evaluate them for suitability as clients - at least that is what I told people. Some customers would stop just to see him...they'd play with him for a while and leave...theses were business men, cops and pastors and attorneys and judges. Kids loved him and some told me they could remember when I carried him in my shirt pocket. The last year he became so stiff he walked like a big wind-up toy. He would still beg to curl up in our laps and be petted and loved to play with a string. Yesterday he tried to come downstairs to my office and he fell down 10 steps from the landing. He laid in my arms and cried like a baby for an hour after. He would have been 20 years old on the first of October.
I'm gonna' miss the old bastard!
We got him when he was four days old. A little gal who worked at the drive-in where our daughter worked was crying about a litter of kittens they found and their dog was killing them. Our girl put her in the car and went and found the one survivor. He was in terrible shape with just about everything possible wrong with him. Took him to the vet and she said that there was zero chance of him surviving and we should just kill him. Daughter said nope and brought him home and cared for him for a couple of weeks. Our girl was starting college and had to give him up as no pets were allowed in her dorm. Dad inherited the little bastard and I wound up carrying him around in my shirt pocket for weeks. (On a side note: if you want to attract attention from a lot of cute gals, walk into the post office when all the secretaries are getting the morning mail , with a kitten in your shirt pocket.) He was an American Shorthair which is a large breed - he generally weighted in about 22 lbs. For over 15 years he sat in my office window and watched over daily happenings. If someone new came in he would walk around them and evaluate them for suitability as clients - at least that is what I told people. Some customers would stop just to see him...they'd play with him for a while and leave...theses were business men, cops and pastors and attorneys and judges. Kids loved him and some told me they could remember when I carried him in my shirt pocket. The last year he became so stiff he walked like a big wind-up toy. He would still beg to curl up in our laps and be petted and loved to play with a string. Yesterday he tried to come downstairs to my office and he fell down 10 steps from the landing. He laid in my arms and cried like a baby for an hour after. He would have been 20 years old on the first of October.
I'm gonna' miss the old bastard!