Thursday, July 24, 2014
Once a long time ago when our girls were young I bought a kitten. That was the last time we ever actually bought one. Since then there has apparently been a sign on our house telling wayward cats to come on in. Since moving to Florida we have had 4 cats just move in. The last one jumped right through the screen. She is still here and doing well but with us leaving for a week's vacation she is going to be lonely. I do have a friend coming over to feed her and all. The reason she will be lonely is the cat that we already had when she moved in is gone. That cat, Bob, didn't move himself in but was brought to us by my trainer. Bob got his name because the bones of the end of his tail were sticking out. No skin or fur. Another friend happened to see this half grown cat being thrown out a car window and stopped. The cat just sat and waited while Steve came and picked him up. Steve is allergic to cats so he took it to Bruce who was my trainer and knew we had just lost a cat so Bruce showed up at my house with Bob- named by my husband. After a trip to the vet and more than $400 later Bob's tail was fixed but only about 2/3 what it should have been. Bob was a loving cat but didn't believe in using litter boxes. Oh joy. He much preferred the bathroom sink or the carpet outside the bathroom. We tried all the ideas from the vat but nothing worked so I shampooed a lot of carpet over the next 10 years. As arthritis hit my joints it also hit Bob's and he started missing the counter or bed and falling on the floor. Lately when he would try to stand up it would take a couple tries to get his back end up and then he walked stiff legged. I couldn't take it anymore and we had him put to sleep today. He sat on the scale to be weighed and then just lay on the table purring away while we said good bye. I know he's better off and not in pain but we will miss him tho I'm not sure my husband has even noticed. Now I can only wonder when the next cat will come sneaking or leaping through our door.