I'm sure everyone reading here is familiar with the blog Forty Paws, home of the famous HAM-MICKS. The mom down there is a friend of Winnie's Wish. She bought two bricks in this round memorializing TEN kitties. Now that would be exactly Forty Paws.
Dusty was with me in Omaha, NE, about 30 years ago. He was an all grey short-haired cat. I had been on vacation with 2 of my nieces to Yellowstone National Park, and he was staying with a friend. I brought him home the first night we came back, let him outside, and never saw him again. There was a horrible thunderstorm that night, and I don’t know if he became scared and ran away, or what happened to him.
Patches and Inky were cats I had in Omaha after Dusty. They came with me to Dallas, TX when I moved here with my job. They had always been indoor/outdoor cats, and unfortunately, I let them outside, and they disappeared just a few days after we moved to Texas.
Munchkin was part Siamese, and he talked a great deal. He developed kidney disease very early in life, and so he crossed over at 5 years old. He used to suck on my ear lobe all the time! It drove me nuts! I used to cover up my ears when I was in bed so he couldn’t suckle on them.
Davy was a gorgeous white cat, with a gold eye and a blue eye. I believe he was deaf on the blue eye side. We lost him to mutilation. His story is in our blog at http://fortypaws.blogspot.com/2007/03/davy-white-panther.html After we lost Davy to mutilation, all cats became inside only cats. It was very painful because Bow meowed and meowed for several months, but he eventually stopped meowing to go outside.
Bow lived to be 19 years old. He had eosiniphilic gastritis and enteritis for years, and was on Prednisolone for many years to combat this. He also ended up getting kidney issues over the last few years, and was getting sub-q fluids for several months before he crossed over. He was the Top Cat at Forty Paws, and didn’t like all of the other cats coming to live with us, and he would smack them on the head when they came too close to him.
Gatsbi was a female kitten, but my husband chose her name, so she was a Gatsbi with an ‘i’ rather than a ‘y’. She had a neurological issue, and we had her whole litter at our house as foster kittens. When they reached about 4 weeks old, she wasn’t moving the same as the other kittens, and I could tell that there was something different about her. She would run, but couldn’t stop, so she would plow into things. And when she jumped onto a bed, or the couch, she couldn’t stop, so she would tumble over. It didn’t seem to bother her too much. When the house became full of other cats, she would hiss at them when they came too close to her ‘space’. She ended up with diabetes, and then got stomach cancer. We lost her when she was 11 years old. She used to love lying in front of the electric heater. I would feel her fur, and it would be hot to the touch, but she loved it!
Annie was an orphan kitty, and I bottle fed her when she was about 2 weeks old, until she could eat regular food. She loved to hang out with my husband, and lie right by his mouse so that she could get tons of pets while he was computing. She loved to lie in the ham-micks in front of the window and soak up sun. And she loved to go out in the ‘catio’ and soak up sunshine. If I left rubber gloves out to dry after using them, she would bite holes in them. She used to chew holes in the rubber nipples when I was feeding her as a kitten as well. She developed cancer in her mouth, and she crossed over at 12 years old.
Jenny was a feral kitty. She never became very friendly until the last couple of years. She lived to be 19 years old. She had hyper-thyroidism and I could give her the pills crushed in tuna juice every morning. There was no way I could ever get pills into her. Luckily, those pills didn’t have a taste, so she didn’t know that she was getting them each morning. It was difficult to catch her to take her to the vet for vaccinations or anything until the last couple of years. Then she became more weak, and she couldn’t run away from us when we would need to catch her. We also had to trim her toe nails at the vet because they were growing too long and beginning to curl under the last couple of years. She got a few good bites in me during that time, and I had to go on antibiotics each time!
Obi was my lap kitty. Every time I sat down, he would jump on my lap. He had long hair, and I had to keep it combed, or it would mat under his arm pits. He had a penile urethrostomy when he was 2, and he had kidney issues beginning when he was about 6 years old until his death. He would get blood in his urine, and he would go on antibiotics, and he was on various stress relievers, and then he was on chemo therapy for the last couple of years. He was taking pills for many years to help him out. He was a very social cat, and loved everyone. His kidneys really failed him quickly in May of last year, and he had to cross over.
The mom at Forty Paws said in an email to me that what she wrote for today's post here on the daily dose was “very difficult to write. It reminds me so much of all of these special kitties and how much I miss all of them. Thank you for putting their bricks in your walkway.”
Forty Paws Mom – THANK YOU.