MY CATS

It was the 27th of December 1991. I visited a friend of mine and met some aquaintances. As we sat around the coffee table, we chatted about things we had planned for the rest of the day.
A woman I hardly knew told us with sad eyes that she would have to take a cat to the animal pound to have it put down. I wanted to know if it was ill, but that was not the case. She told me that they had found it a month ago, an almost starved kitten, what fur was left on it was knotted and infested.

They had lovingly nursed it back to health, but they already had several cats and dogs, so when it was healthy enough to move around, they found they didn't have the space for another cat, especially since it didn't get along with their Rottweiler.

Unfortunately, it was so close after Christmas, and the animal pounds were filled to overflowing. Every animal that comes in, they told me, would be immediatly put down, unless it was wearing a name tag or tattoo. I felt so sorry for the poor little thing, that I immediately told them to forget about the pound and bring it to my flat instead.
Little did I know that I had not only aquired a kitten, but also a companion and friend for life. I didn't know the first thing about cats, only that they needed food, water and a litter box. The food was easy to find, but the shops were already closed, so I prepared a cardboard box lined with newspapers.
Two hours after my rash but never regretted decision, my friend's friend and her husband came to see me with the little kitten that would change my life. The door to the transport box was opened, the little kitten took its first wary step into my home, and I was immediately in love with this wonderful creature that walked straight into my heart.
I forgot the name his former humans gave him, to me he has always been and will always be Whiskey. The years that followed were filled with learning about cats, and after 6 1/2 years, I still find out more each day.

In spring last year, 1997, I decided that my darling needed a little playmate, because due to my work I could not spend as much time with his as I wanted to. I called my local vet to ask if they knew about a recent litter of kittens. They did, and a few day later I was invited to meet a freshly formed family of cats. The minute I saw him, I knew his name would be Silver, and that he would be mine.

His "former name", given by the owners' kids, was Crumb, but it didn't suit my little pirate. Little did we know that his name had been chosen wisely, since he soon showed his fixation with silver. Our visitors soon learnt to either leave their silver jewelry at home and wear nothing with shiny buttons, or accept a cat following their every move and pounding on the jewelry, chewing on the buttons, until he'd fall asleep.

By the way, you are visitor number to share my passion for cats since July, 7th, 1998.

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