CATS and DOGS 1  

spinmedown 49M
1607 posts
10/6/2005 5:30 pm

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1/1/2008 10:29 pm

CATS and DOGS 1


CATS

I was always a DOG person.

I grew up with dogs. My Dad is alergic to cats. Now I would say that I am a cat and a dog person, but I am definitely developing a special place in my heart just for cats.

I've always been a magnet for stray cats. They can smell a Sucker a mile away. Until the last two cats, I just interacted with them outside. They never came inside.

My first inside cat was a 6 month old black and white that showed up every night about dusk over at my girlfriend's house, sitting on a rock and meowing pitifully. She was much too thin and sounded much too distressed. By the second night I was feeding her.
("Sucker", don't think I can't hear y'all.)
I named it Rocky (because it sat on that rock all the time) until months later I found out it was a girl and renamed her Rockie.
I kept feeding her first thing in the morning and last thing at night for months. She filled out nicely and gradually got closer and closer.
My girlfriend wasn't too thrilled, but she allowed it because she saw how happy it made me.
Eventually I could go out and sit down on the driveway and Rockie would climb into my lap and just lie there and look at me like she adored me.
I adored her, too.

When we broke up I got custody of Rockie, and she moved in with me. It was completely new to have an indoor cat. She was very sweet and loved to curl up beside me and maybe a little too quiet. I took her to the vet for her shots and everything. I asked if it was anything to worry about the way she was always dry heaving like she had a furball. (I don't know. Never really had a cat before.) They said not to worry. I still worried, but I just did my best to enjoy having a cat around.

About this time my girlfriend and I got back together again. Her cat had finally come to live with her after the divorce. (Long story.) Now I had two indoor cats in my life. One at my place and one at hers. I missed mine when I was there and hers when I was home.

Rockie always curled up against me on my bed while I slept. No small feat considering how I thrash about all night. We got used to each other eventually. (Sleeping with the GF's cat is a different story. She purrs like a diesel engine and cleans herself for hours. LOL ) I would usually wake up just a little when Rockie went off to do whatever it is that cats do at night.

One night I woke up to the sound of her gagging horribly. It was 3 in the morning. I got up and went to check on her. I found her in mid heave and carried her to the bathroom. (Easier cleanup.) I sat down on the floor and she had stopped by now and just lay in my lap making pathetic little mewls and staring at me like she adored me. I figured she was alright, but I put a pillow and some water in there and closed the door. She had everything she needed, and I figured better safe than sorry with the mess if she did get sick again.

I went back to bed and worried so much I couldn't sleep. After a while I heard some thrashing sounds coming from the bathroom. I got up and quickly went to check on her. When I opened the door: God what a mess! And right in the middle of it was my cat choking and gasping for air. I sat down and held her and did everything I could think of to help. I only had a minute with her before she lay dead in my lap. That was the worst moment of my life. We were both so terrified and so helpless, and then she was gone forever.

I still had my GF's cat, but I hated to go home. It just wasn't the same without her climbing into my lap the moment I closed the door and sat down and giving me that look like I was the whole world to her.

(I'm sorry. I just had to write all that down for once.)

After a few months it got better, and I had everyone looking for another cat for me. One day I got out of my truck and a little tabby came running over to me. He was just aching for some attention, and I was aching to give it. After a while I got up and said, "See ya later. Thanks.", and walked over to my apartment. I went inside, closed the door and changed into something more comfortable. When I came back into the living room there he was laying in a chair cleaning himself like he's always been here. He's been here ever since.

He likes to go for walks on a leash.
He loves having his belly rubbed.
He loves to play fetch.
He knows I was a dog person somehow.

His latest trick is sitting on the edge of the tub and meowing as loud as he can while I take a shower.
All I can do is sing along.

Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde


spinmedown 49M
3626 posts
10/7/2005 5:43 pm

He only sleeps in my bed if there is a woman in it.
On her side of course!
The Scamp!
And tonight he has decided that he loves Hot&Spicy Cheeze-Its.

Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde


CuriousPhoenix67 49F
347 posts
12/28/2007 7:39 pm

Hey there,
In a nostalgic mood. Re-found this gem. I've always been a cat person(although I can name a long list of dog-friends whom I have and do love dearly). You made me cry, dammit. Not too long ago, I had to put down my oldest, Pippin. The vet asked if I wanted to be present when the procedure was done. I said yes. He had a good, long life - 17 years. I think it's been a couple of months now (I stopped counting the time, it was too painful). I miss him so, even though there are three other fursons to deal with in the house. He was my blue-eyed boy. Thanks for writing this. I'm sure Rockie is waiting for you by the Rainbow Bridge. ~ aries


"Wrinkles only go where the smiles have been... "


spinmedown 49M
3626 posts
1/1/2008 10:29 pm

Thank you, Phoenix! This was such a forlorn post for so very long.

Isn't it amazing how much of your heart they can hold, even when they are gone?

I'm so sorry about Pippin. You were lucky to have had so much time together, but it's never enough. Never enough.

Another will find you when you're ready. Some how they know, thank Goodness.

Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde


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