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"Time spent with cats is never wasted." I lived to be 22 years old! That's really old for a cat. I was in good shape most of that time. I got arthritis when I was 15, but it didn't get bad until I was about 20. My kidneys stopped working so good when I was about 18, I had to eat special food. I just slowed down and sort of faded away, but I made it through most of the summer, which was my favorite time of the year. I died on August 26, 1996 at 3:00 AM in my house in my Mama's arms.
"Those green eyes shinning up at me."
Here I'm speaking 'dog'. I was talented!
I was a very friendly cat! I loved people and thought all people should love me too! I was a
great hunter, and a good fighter. My Mama had to take me to the vet many times to get battle
wounds treated. I was part Maine Coon (can you tell from my photos?), and in my prime I
weighted 23 pounds!
I loved the holidays! I ran and sat right by my stocking first thing in the morning.
I'll Wait Till Then.
I'll never see your furry face,
"Oh, Mama, please don't be so sad,
I want to hear you yell "Mee-oouutt",
"I'm there, still, in your bed Mama,
I want to say, "give Mama a kiss",
"I never really went away,
I know you did, my sweet little friend,
"It is a long road, Mama, but I can't go yet, Lori M. Denison/Temple 1998
Can you believe my Mama did this to me?
Memoirs of Butch
I lived a long happy life with my Mama. She got me when I was about 8 months old and she
was 22. She was living alone in an apartment and needed a friend. I had been abandoned on the
street by the people who had me. I had stepped on some broken glass and cut my front paw, I
had some glass still in the paw when some people found me and took me to the vet. My Mama
came to see me and thought I was way too big, she said she wouldn't take me home with her. I
looked sad and the lady where I was staying told her I was to be put down the next day, which
was Valentines day. Mama left but called and told the lady she would take me later that day, she
was such a softy, she couldn't let me be killed on Valentines day!
I had to go to the vet first to be neutered, I was a hurting cowboy the day I first went to Mama's
house. I was so glad to have my own home, and my own someone to love, I just took over. All I
had ever wanted in my life was love, lots of it (okay and food). We didn't live at that apartment
very long when my Mama decided to move back home with her parents. They live in a
wonderful place. I could run around and have so much fun. My Mama taught me to come to a
whistle, she thought saying "here, kitty, kitty" to a big male cat was silly. I always came when
she whistled.
That yard was my territory, and I was the guard. No other animal ever came into my yard
without getting bit, that included dogs! Out in back were some raspberry bushes that, on a hot
summer day, were heaven to lay under. There were mice and squirrels and chipmunks and
snakes to catch. I tried to give my Grandma a snake once, she had a fit! You'd think she didn't
want to kill it herself! What did she want? For me to give her a dead snake? People! One day I
even cornered me a rattlesnake, it coiled up and was trying to bite me. My Mama got all upset
and came out and pulled me away by my tail! Her brother threw a shoe at the snake. I didn't
even get to smell it properly. Another day I caught a bat, and I ate it except for it's head and a
wing. Mama took me to the vet and I had to have an extra rabies shot! For a little bat. Then
there was the day I ate a mouse and horfed it on Grandma's carpet, you should've heard the
shouting.
I had a fun game I used to play. If a parked car had it's window open I used to get in and do
pee-pee on the front seat! A few times I got locked in the garage and if Grandpa's car had it's
window open I did pee-pee on the front seat. Grandpa was not amused. Grandma was growing
some really beautiful African violets, she put one on a low end table in the living room. I ate the
whole back out of it. This time Grandma was not amused. Mama always took me downstairs to
our room and laughed with me though.
One day a new cat moved into the house, a little white fiend! I hated him! I growled and
hissed and had a fit, I even bit my Mama! For six months I was a very upset cat, then I got to
know him and he became my best friend, my brother, Alex. We got to be brothers for 15 years.
I loved my Mama and I know she loved me. We did lots of things together, we traveled, I
approved her dates (or not)! I don't know why she insisted on marrying my Step-Dad, I didn't
like him. She found out fast I was right! He was still around for 4 years which was way too
long. My Mama used to say, "give Mama a kiss" and I'd lick her on the nose, it was silly but fun.
We moved so many times. My habit was to hide under the toilet in the new place and howl
whenever she wasn't home for about 3 days until I got used to the place.
I always took good care of my Mama. She wiped a lot of tears on the top on my head. When I
was 15 she met (finally) and married my daddy. I liked him a lot from the first and quickly grew
to love him. I watched him very closely to see how he took care of her. I needed someone to
take over from me, I knew I couldn't last forever. He took care of her to my satisfaction so, after
7 years of watching, I decided I could trust him with her. I waited until she told me I could go,
that she would be okay, and then I had to leave her. I didn't want to.
Would you like to
E-mail me (or my Mommy)?
You fought hard to stay alive, my friend.
Thank You Flora
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