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My name is Dust Bunny. I came to live with Mommy and Daddy after a very sad cat week in June, 2005. Little, who Mommy loved very much, was dying, and her daughter Patty's cat Puss-Puss, who Patty loves very much, was also very sick. Puss-Puss had to stay at the animal hospital for almost a whole week. Little couldn't get better, but Puss-Puss, who is a beautiful big grey cat with green eyes, started to get better and went home the day same Little died. Patty knew how sad Mommy was about losing Little, and she brought me to be her cat. I lived with my cat family at a friend of Patty's. When she got me, I was hiding behind the dryer, and was all covered with dust. That's how I got my name...I was all dusty and no bigger than a dust bunny. I was so tiny that I didn't even have to ride in the cat carrier; I just curled up in Patty's purse and rode for a long, long time in the car. When I got to Mommy's house, Mommy was lying down and feeling very sad. She heard the door opening, and then she heard a teeny tiny little meow...it was me saying, "Hi, I'm here."
I am a little girl, and I must be part Siamese, because I am cream colored with dark ears and a big dark tail. When I first came here to live, Mommy had to wash my ears every day...I kind of liked that. The first thing I did when I got to my new home was eat...Mommy said I had a good appetite. Little never really liked people food, but I do. I love eating chicken, pork, tuna fish, oatmeal, cheese, and almost anything Mommy is eating. I don't like cat treats, though. I love playing with cat toys, playing in the sink (especially when Mommy leaves it dripping for me), and dancing sideways with my tail all fluffed out big and fat. Hiding is great fun too, and I found a wonderful hidey-hole in the kitchen where nobody could find me for a long time. I curled up on Daddy's shoulder to sleep when I was very small, but now I like to sit on Mommy's lap and knead and purr myself to sleep. When she goes to bed, I sleep under the covers with her or on her pillow. Once I slept on her ear and she woke up thinking she had a big, furry earmuff! I have a lot of growing to do, and for a little while Mommy says I'm "four feet and a mouth." I don't mean to bite and scratch, but her arm is full of little scratches and bites and bandaids. Mommy clips my claws, and I do not like it at all. She says that everybody has to clip their nails, but I don't believe her. There is a big black cat who lives next doot, and Mommy told me I can sit in the window and visi with him when I'm older. His name is Ya Ya. I have met him and his family, but I don't think I like boys yet, and I'm not quite big enough for window sitting. I will tell you more about myself when I get older. For now, I'm going to eat some teeny cheese and play with my a jingle ball while you look at my cute baby pictures below. |
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My name is really Pugsley Little Cute Moose, but everybody just calls me Little. When I was born, my brothers and sisters and I were all sent to the Animal Shelter. I didn't like it there, and was hoping that some nice people who were catlovers would adopt me. I was lucky!
Aunt Patty picked me out to be Mommy's cat. She felt sorry for Mommy because Mommy was feeling very sad; somebody had just stolen her very special cat, my Aunt Bubble, and Uncle Young One too. I was very little when I came to live here. Mommy and Daddy tell me that I was all ears and toes...but I finally grew into them. Now I weigh about 14 pounds. I am almost ten years old. I have black circles around my eyes; Mommy says it looks like I use eyeliner. I don't go outdoors. After Aunt Bubble got catnapped, we thought that outdoors can be a very scary place to be. Please read more about me and my family. |
| My Mommy | In Loving Memory |
For many years this was Little's homepage.
I leave it now as a living memorial
to one of the best friends I have ever had,
who finally lost a long battle with lymphoma
and crossed the rainbow bridge. Little
1992-2005
