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Patti-O
When we moved into our house sixteen years ago we had a cat named Halston, we called him Kitty. Several months after moving in he was struck by a car and buried by one of the neighbors. I was never allowed to see his grave or say goodbye. That was hard.
We went through a few animals after that as I tried to work through my feelings of grief. But the two animals we got from the shelter ended up being so ill that had to be put to sleep.
Fast forward a few months, Petland had kittens on sale, the sign read 'All American Patio Kittens.' Patti-O was the last one and must have been at least two months old, probably more like 10 weeks. I took her home and she ended up being sick. I couldn't believe it. But I took the lessons I learned while trying to save the kitten Gracie that I'd owned a few months previous and for Patti-O it worked. Although she was always delicate and never had a shiny coat of fur, despite what I'd feed her.
She was a good cat, kind with her claws and talkative. She would look up at be and tilt her head around as she tried to convey through her big greenish eyes whatever was in her little kitty heart. She was a snuggler, unfortunately her fur was especially bad to my allergies so we didn't get to snuggle very much. But she would lie on my lap and was always extremely careful not to snag me with her claws. Something her housemate BC has never learned to do.
She was with us through lots of changes; a move to another state, the introduction of BC to the house (it took her a few years to forgive me for that) and the birth of her litter of two kittens. One is buried in the back yard, it didn't survive the first night. The second is in the dining room, sleeping on the table, her name is Stinky.
Patti-O was a good mommy cat, she nursed Stinky almost an entire year before she pushed her out of the nest. After that she was just a competitive with her daughter as she would be with any cat.
She was a sweetheart. A kind and affectionate kitty. I found her last night in a corner of the kitchen. She had grown extremely skinny in the past months, despite how much I fed her. Earlier this week I found out what might have helped, but Friday I was too sick to take to her the vet and that ended up being her last day.
Oddly enough I'd given her a good cuddle just the week, saying my goodbyes because I had the feeling that she was close to the end, she was senile, could hardly move and very skinny.
We buried her this morning under the Mulberry tree in the back yard. She was an outside kitty at heart, although I always made sure she slept indoors at night. She was my sweetie pie and she'll be missed.
We went through a few animals after that as I tried to work through my feelings of grief. But the two animals we got from the shelter ended up being so ill that had to be put to sleep.
Fast forward a few months, Petland had kittens on sale, the sign read 'All American Patio Kittens.' Patti-O was the last one and must have been at least two months old, probably more like 10 weeks. I took her home and she ended up being sick. I couldn't believe it. But I took the lessons I learned while trying to save the kitten Gracie that I'd owned a few months previous and for Patti-O it worked. Although she was always delicate and never had a shiny coat of fur, despite what I'd feed her.
She was a good cat, kind with her claws and talkative. She would look up at be and tilt her head around as she tried to convey through her big greenish eyes whatever was in her little kitty heart. She was a snuggler, unfortunately her fur was especially bad to my allergies so we didn't get to snuggle very much. But she would lie on my lap and was always extremely careful not to snag me with her claws. Something her housemate BC has never learned to do.
She was with us through lots of changes; a move to another state, the introduction of BC to the house (it took her a few years to forgive me for that) and the birth of her litter of two kittens. One is buried in the back yard, it didn't survive the first night. The second is in the dining room, sleeping on the table, her name is Stinky.
Patti-O was a good mommy cat, she nursed Stinky almost an entire year before she pushed her out of the nest. After that she was just a competitive with her daughter as she would be with any cat.
She was a sweetheart. A kind and affectionate kitty. I found her last night in a corner of the kitchen. She had grown extremely skinny in the past months, despite how much I fed her. Earlier this week I found out what might have helped, but Friday I was too sick to take to her the vet and that ended up being her last day.
Oddly enough I'd given her a good cuddle just the week, saying my goodbyes because I had the feeling that she was close to the end, she was senile, could hardly move and very skinny.
We buried her this morning under the Mulberry tree in the back yard. She was an outside kitty at heart, although I always made sure she slept indoors at night. She was my sweetie pie and she'll be missed.