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ive seen many a post where your cats get a mention, has anyone got some tales to tell about their fur babies, funny, sad,past cats and present cats i would love to hear. Presently cupar my black and white cat is sitting watching me type, margo, a ginger girl is vegetatting on the back of her chair snoring really loudly.
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Katie (aka Katie Pudding) was a very friendly, placid cat who lost the use of one front leg in an argument with a car at 6 months. She was still very active, and could run, climb and do everything that most cats do.
She was never any trouble to take to the vet - not even a basket or carrier required, and yet -
When, at 14, she became very weak and seemed near the end, we decided she would have to go to the vet, and we feared it would be the final time. I picked her up as usual to carry her to the car, and she started struggling like I'd never known. Eventually I got her in, and walked round to open the driver's door. As I did so she was crazily tearing around looping the loop inside. By the time I opened the door she was on the floor - very still.
The final journey was never made - I believe she knew her time had come.
She was never any trouble to take to the vet - not even a basket or carrier required, and yet -
When, at 14, she became very weak and seemed near the end, we decided she would have to go to the vet, and we feared it would be the final time. I picked her up as usual to carry her to the car, and she started struggling like I'd never known. Eventually I got her in, and walked round to open the driver's door. As I did so she was crazily tearing around looping the loop inside. By the time I opened the door she was on the floor - very still.
The final journey was never made - I believe she knew her time had come.
Hi madboutcats I can tell you about our Rastaz, I have three cats and years ago when my two were young [very] this black and white scraggy cat came in through the cat flap ate the others food, used the cat litter tray and has been with us ever since that was fifteen years ago , so I would say he must be 17/18 years old.When he decided to stay I made the usual enquiry's in shops ,rescue centres ,vets and put an advertisement in the paper but nobody came foreward for him.One or two people in our street said they had seen him around for a bit and had put odd scraps out for him,he was such a scraggy cat when he came to us .My other two cats were just indifferent to him,there were no fights which was a blessing considering they were all toms.He was taken to the vets for a check up and injections ect and the vet aged him at about two years old.My husband and I made a date for him to be neutered, this particular day it was down to me to take him in.Bringing from the vets was ok, but once we got in the house he decided that I was the enemy and would not have anything to do with me.He will sit on my husbands knee and be stroked ect but not with me.I love him too bits but he will not let me pick him up or stroke him, it's just his way, perhaps he prefers men to women.Well madboucats that the tale of our Rastaz, who at the minute is giving me the dead eye from the window sill, my other two are snorning their heads off on the sofa.g.
Hi mad,
I've posted this story before, but I think it's so nice I have decided to copy it here - it's from a lady who had gone to a foreign country for a holiday.
Whilst there (can't remember which country) she saw a sickly kitten lying in the gutter. Being an animal lover, she took the kitten back to her holiday accommodation, sought vet's help for it, nursed it, fell in love with it, arranged to take it home with her, and paid quarantine bills. This lady spent over a thousand pounds in total on this little kitten.
She ended her story by saying that she had just buried the cat, after 18 years living with her, being completely spoiled, and enjoying a lovely life in the countryside. She added that she would do it all again.
Thought it was a lovely story .... brought tears to my eyes!
I've posted this story before, but I think it's so nice I have decided to copy it here - it's from a lady who had gone to a foreign country for a holiday.
Whilst there (can't remember which country) she saw a sickly kitten lying in the gutter. Being an animal lover, she took the kitten back to her holiday accommodation, sought vet's help for it, nursed it, fell in love with it, arranged to take it home with her, and paid quarantine bills. This lady spent over a thousand pounds in total on this little kitten.
She ended her story by saying that she had just buried the cat, after 18 years living with her, being completely spoiled, and enjoying a lovely life in the countryside. She added that she would do it all again.
Thought it was a lovely story .... brought tears to my eyes!
thanks garner for that lovely tale, thanks to 4candles as well
thats reminded me about a cat that lived in my mums road,she was an elderly lady whose best friend was an equally elderly dog, when the dog was let out for a wee they both came up the road and bonnie as we called her would pay us a visit. well the dog died and bonnies owners decided to get two kittens to keep her company, she promptly moved up the road to my mums sleeping in a trough at the front of the house, i would carry her home but she'd be straight back. we came to an arrangement with her owners that she lived with my mum and me as they were moving from the area, we kept in touch with her old family letting them know how she was doing, she was a tatty black and white cat very indearing and loved beening stroked and would tap you on the hand if you stopped. she died after a trip to the vets the shock of the journey there was too much for her, the vet thought she was well into her 20s. i have a slightly blurred photo of my patch and his best mate pig sitting on the trough both looking at bonnie sitting in the garden.
thats reminded me about a cat that lived in my mums road,she was an elderly lady whose best friend was an equally elderly dog, when the dog was let out for a wee they both came up the road and bonnie as we called her would pay us a visit. well the dog died and bonnies owners decided to get two kittens to keep her company, she promptly moved up the road to my mums sleeping in a trough at the front of the house, i would carry her home but she'd be straight back. we came to an arrangement with her owners that she lived with my mum and me as they were moving from the area, we kept in touch with her old family letting them know how she was doing, she was a tatty black and white cat very indearing and loved beening stroked and would tap you on the hand if you stopped. she died after a trip to the vets the shock of the journey there was too much for her, the vet thought she was well into her 20s. i have a slightly blurred photo of my patch and his best mate pig sitting on the trough both looking at bonnie sitting in the garden.
Hi madabout, we had a great cat called "Candy" she was so funny, a real character that would hide on the stairs and as you went past would hit you on the head and run away, but if you never chased her she would come back looking for you, and if you had sat down she would jump at you and hit you on the head again, we used to be in fits of laughing, she would also lay around my neck while I walked around the house legs dangling down either side of my head, she also loved going out in the car, laying on the parcel shelf, loved playing in the snow, would jump up and catch snowballs etc, was a very sad day when she went at the age of 15, still laugh about her now.
I have 7 of my own feline babies,
But there is one poussy cat I will never forget!
When we went on holiday to Majjorca one year, and there was a gorgeous blank kitten we nick named Manky! I was on holiday with my mum, stepdad and big sister.
My sister came down with a nasty case of sun stroke in the middle of the holiday, and spent 3 days lying on the sofa, and little Manky never left her side!
She was a little black furr ball, and by the time we left it was prety obvious that she was pregnant, even though only a baby herself!
It was my 21st in March, and Mum had done a couple of photo boards for my party, and in one shot there was a picture of Manky cuddled up with me on the sofa!
Just hope that she had an ok life! :(
But there is one poussy cat I will never forget!
When we went on holiday to Majjorca one year, and there was a gorgeous blank kitten we nick named Manky! I was on holiday with my mum, stepdad and big sister.
My sister came down with a nasty case of sun stroke in the middle of the holiday, and spent 3 days lying on the sofa, and little Manky never left her side!
She was a little black furr ball, and by the time we left it was prety obvious that she was pregnant, even though only a baby herself!
It was my 21st in March, and Mum had done a couple of photo boards for my party, and in one shot there was a picture of Manky cuddled up with me on the sofa!
Just hope that she had an ok life! :(
so many lovely stories, please keep them coming. cupar has gone to bed ahead of me, he spends the night down by my feet. id often awake to find my patch in the bed with me, either in the crook of my arm or spreadeagled over the bed so i was in danger of falling out, how i never suffocated him i'll never know. Ray you've reminded me how much bonnie loved a ride in my mums car when she was putting car away in the garage. Wiggal do you know theres a barge in amsterdam (i hope its still there) thats a home for any passing stray, dedicated cat lovers provide food for the cats.
We used to have a little black kitty called Tiddles, very sweet and full of character.
About 3 and half years ago she became ill. She was off her food and was quite weak. Took her to the vet who discovered a swelling under her chin. He said it could be an abcess and put her on a week's course of antibiotics. She seemed to improve at first, but 3 days later she had a fit and died - poor wee thing! She was only 7. We were devastated!
We had recently moved from a house to a flat, so had no garden to bury her in. My sister, who lives nearby said we could use her garden. It was arranged for the following morning.
It was January, and during the night it snowed. By morning it was several inches deep, so the burial was postponed.
So (and this is completely true) we wrapped up Tiddles in an old towel, put her in a plastic bag then put her in the bottom drawer of the freezer.
Weeks went by - somehow or other, due to work commitments, weather, etc etc etc, there never seemed to be an opportunity to bury poor Tiddles.
Finally, in April, my sister and had a coinciding window, so, after languishing among the carrots and peas for 3 months Tiddles' funeral was arranged.
It was a beautiful day so I decided to walk to my sister's. Halfway there, I was passing the shops when my mobile rang. It was sis asking if I would pop into the freezer shop to buy her a frozen chicken. Coming out of Farmfoods I suddenly realised that Tiddles was in a Farmfoods bag as well, and started to giggle uncontrollably . . .
So there I was, trotting along the road, cackling my head off, carrying a frozen chicken in one bag, and a frozen cat in the other!!!
She's buried under a lovely blue stone beside a cherry tree.
About 3 and half years ago she became ill. She was off her food and was quite weak. Took her to the vet who discovered a swelling under her chin. He said it could be an abcess and put her on a week's course of antibiotics. She seemed to improve at first, but 3 days later she had a fit and died - poor wee thing! She was only 7. We were devastated!
We had recently moved from a house to a flat, so had no garden to bury her in. My sister, who lives nearby said we could use her garden. It was arranged for the following morning.
It was January, and during the night it snowed. By morning it was several inches deep, so the burial was postponed.
So (and this is completely true) we wrapped up Tiddles in an old towel, put her in a plastic bag then put her in the bottom drawer of the freezer.
Weeks went by - somehow or other, due to work commitments, weather, etc etc etc, there never seemed to be an opportunity to bury poor Tiddles.
Finally, in April, my sister and had a coinciding window, so, after languishing among the carrots and peas for 3 months Tiddles' funeral was arranged.
It was a beautiful day so I decided to walk to my sister's. Halfway there, I was passing the shops when my mobile rang. It was sis asking if I would pop into the freezer shop to buy her a frozen chicken. Coming out of Farmfoods I suddenly realised that Tiddles was in a Farmfoods bag as well, and started to giggle uncontrollably . . .
So there I was, trotting along the road, cackling my head off, carrying a frozen chicken in one bag, and a frozen cat in the other!!!
She's buried under a lovely blue stone beside a cherry tree.
(2-part post):
I'm feeling a bit sad at the moment because I'm missing 'Tiger'. No, he's not deceased, he's just moved.
I've had several cats over the years which I've either adopted or been adopted by. (i.e. they've discovered the cat flap and moved in). I'd love to get another cat but I'm unemployed most of the time (which means that I'd be worried about vet's bills) and the casual work I do get from time to time (supervising traffic surveys) has occasionally taken me away from home for a few days (and there's nobody to look after a cat).
So I've been 'catless' for quite some some time. Or, I was up until January, when I woke up at 3am to realise that there was an unusual weight on the duvet. Looking down the bed, I saw a cat that I'd never met before, fast asleep at the foot of the bed. It turned out to be the cat from two doors down the road, who'd discovered the cat flap (which his own house didn't possess) and decided that my bed was much warmer than it was outside.
I'm feeling a bit sad at the moment because I'm missing 'Tiger'. No, he's not deceased, he's just moved.
I've had several cats over the years which I've either adopted or been adopted by. (i.e. they've discovered the cat flap and moved in). I'd love to get another cat but I'm unemployed most of the time (which means that I'd be worried about vet's bills) and the casual work I do get from time to time (supervising traffic surveys) has occasionally taken me away from home for a few days (and there's nobody to look after a cat).
So I've been 'catless' for quite some some time. Or, I was up until January, when I woke up at 3am to realise that there was an unusual weight on the duvet. Looking down the bed, I saw a cat that I'd never met before, fast asleep at the foot of the bed. It turned out to be the cat from two doors down the road, who'd discovered the cat flap (which his own house didn't possess) and decided that my bed was much warmer than it was outside.
Since then, 'Tiger' (as I christened him) has been a regular visitor, and I've got used to him trying to sleep on the keyboard while I've been typing on AB. (On one occasion he actually fell asleep on top of my head while I was typing. I spent the next few hours in a most uncomfortable position, trying not to wake him up). By the end of the night, he'd always be on the bed before me, so I'd try to squeeze under the duvet without waking him up. However, he never showed the same consideration towards me, because he'd usually wake me up by licking my ear lobes at 5am!.
I never spoke to his official 'owners' but he progressively spent more and more time in my house. A few weeks ago though, I was horrified to see a 'To Let' set outside his official home. Last Friday evening, the people in that house were loading their belongings into a truck, so I suspected that they were moving out on Saturday. Tiger spent Friday night on my bed and I was seriously tempted to lock the cat flap so that his 'owners' wouldn't be able to find him. However, my sense of honesty prevailed and I let him go through the cat flap early on Saturday morning but. as I feared, his owners have moved away and taken Tiger with them. leaving me feeling incredibly sad ;-(
Chris
I never spoke to his official 'owners' but he progressively spent more and more time in my house. A few weeks ago though, I was horrified to see a 'To Let' set outside his official home. Last Friday evening, the people in that house were loading their belongings into a truck, so I suspected that they were moving out on Saturday. Tiger spent Friday night on my bed and I was seriously tempted to lock the cat flap so that his 'owners' wouldn't be able to find him. However, my sense of honesty prevailed and I let him go through the cat flap early on Saturday morning but. as I feared, his owners have moved away and taken Tiger with them. leaving me feeling incredibly sad ;-(
Chris
Here's a slightly cheerier tale that might make you smile:
I once decided to economise and bought a cheaper brand of cat food than usual for the moggy I had at the time. Unsurprisingly, he turned his nose up at it and refused to eat it. As he did so, I noticed something in his eye which suggested that revenge was on his mind.
In the early hours of the following morning, I gradually drifted into consciousness, awakened by what appeared to be the sound of the TV or radio downstairs. Cursing myself for forgetting to turn something off, I stumbled out of bed to identify the cause of the irritating sounds. As I went downstairs, the sounds resolved themselves into words. Someone was saying "Hello? Is anyone there? Do you need help?". I got to the foot of the stairs to find that the voice was coming from my phone (which has a 'hands-free' facility). It turned out that the cat, obviously irritating by my choice of food, had managed to walk over the phone, pressed the 'speaker' button and dialled 999!
Chris
I once decided to economise and bought a cheaper brand of cat food than usual for the moggy I had at the time. Unsurprisingly, he turned his nose up at it and refused to eat it. As he did so, I noticed something in his eye which suggested that revenge was on his mind.
In the early hours of the following morning, I gradually drifted into consciousness, awakened by what appeared to be the sound of the TV or radio downstairs. Cursing myself for forgetting to turn something off, I stumbled out of bed to identify the cause of the irritating sounds. As I went downstairs, the sounds resolved themselves into words. Someone was saying "Hello? Is anyone there? Do you need help?". I got to the foot of the stairs to find that the voice was coming from my phone (which has a 'hands-free' facility). It turned out that the cat, obviously irritating by my choice of food, had managed to walk over the phone, pressed the 'speaker' button and dialled 999!
Chris
Buenchico - give him a week and he'll be back. A cat knows when they are onto a good thing. They can spot a sucker a mile off.
Neither of my current cats/gods have done anything seriously funny - just the usual. The other night Frankie and I were watching CSI NY. All I could see was the top half of the screen and his head and ears. He was engrossed in the programme and even went for a pee during the adverts - he toddled along when I went in that direction.
His sister, Merlin, is built like a tank, she often tries to leap from my bed onto the top of the portable TV and ends up colliding with the side of it and almost sliding down to the floor - the TV gets pushed along the unit with the force of the impact and something falls off the other end. She is long haired and looks like a chubby little bear cub.
Frozen cats in Farmfoods bags - pity you weren't stopped by a store detective. Now that would have been hilarious.
I had better go and turf my two off the bed so that I can get a space.
Neither of my current cats/gods have done anything seriously funny - just the usual. The other night Frankie and I were watching CSI NY. All I could see was the top half of the screen and his head and ears. He was engrossed in the programme and even went for a pee during the adverts - he toddled along when I went in that direction.
His sister, Merlin, is built like a tank, she often tries to leap from my bed onto the top of the portable TV and ends up colliding with the side of it and almost sliding down to the floor - the TV gets pushed along the unit with the force of the impact and something falls off the other end. She is long haired and looks like a chubby little bear cub.
Frozen cats in Farmfoods bags - pity you weren't stopped by a store detective. Now that would have been hilarious.
I had better go and turf my two off the bed so that I can get a space.
Cats are such amazing pets - I love reading other people's stories as it makes me feel I'm not such an idiot for loving mine to pieces!
I have had cats all my life and have 2 ladies at the moment. Over the years I have also had various strays visit the house. I think the saddest was one who was very nervous and came in to eat but slept in the shed and wouldn't let us near him. Unfortunately he was hit by a car and I took him down to the vet but he died. It saddened me that he was feral and had probably never been stroked or cuddled by anyone in his short life.
I had one, Eric, who was totally dim - he would never believe anyone didn't love him and would go and visit all the neighbours. Even the ones who didn't like cats loved him so perhaps he wasn't so dim! He never hunted - we always said he couldn't catch a cold but he loved catching flies
My 2 are 12 & 18. The old cat has health problems but is lively enough. Selfishly I hope that when her time comes she dies naturally as I dread the thought of having to take her to the vet. I have had to do this a couple of times and it breaks my heart although I know I am doing the right thing. I have many tales about my cats as does everyone but I'd have to write a book!
I have had cats all my life and have 2 ladies at the moment. Over the years I have also had various strays visit the house. I think the saddest was one who was very nervous and came in to eat but slept in the shed and wouldn't let us near him. Unfortunately he was hit by a car and I took him down to the vet but he died. It saddened me that he was feral and had probably never been stroked or cuddled by anyone in his short life.
I had one, Eric, who was totally dim - he would never believe anyone didn't love him and would go and visit all the neighbours. Even the ones who didn't like cats loved him so perhaps he wasn't so dim! He never hunted - we always said he couldn't catch a cold but he loved catching flies
My 2 are 12 & 18. The old cat has health problems but is lively enough. Selfishly I hope that when her time comes she dies naturally as I dread the thought of having to take her to the vet. I have had to do this a couple of times and it breaks my heart although I know I am doing the right thing. I have many tales about my cats as does everyone but I'd have to write a book!
oh cliosmum that story made me laugh, as wolf63 said what a sight that would have been if you'd brrn stopped.
oh Buenchico my heart goes out to you, at my mums she has a little tom cat (sam) that keeps coming round
and sleeping/eating in her porch, im very fond of him and the feelings mutual as you should see his face light up when he sees me, he'd spend hours on my knee if i let him. we do suspect that he has owners as he disappears from time to time, either that or loads of homes that feed him like us. i think he comes from a multi-cats home and comes round to my mums for a bit of piece and quiet as my mums cat big ginge doesnt bother him, just the odd grumble and hiss from big ginge, big ginge himself moved in as a stray, the day after patch took his final journey, maybe sams trying to tell us something.
wolf63 patch loved watching wildlife programmes, the flight of the condor had him hooked, merlin sounds like margo, shes a rotund young lady who is now been put on a diet by the vet. i woke thru the night to find cupar staring at me from my left shoulder, he was wanting under the duvet with me.
oh Buenchico my heart goes out to you, at my mums she has a little tom cat (sam) that keeps coming round
and sleeping/eating in her porch, im very fond of him and the feelings mutual as you should see his face light up when he sees me, he'd spend hours on my knee if i let him. we do suspect that he has owners as he disappears from time to time, either that or loads of homes that feed him like us. i think he comes from a multi-cats home and comes round to my mums for a bit of piece and quiet as my mums cat big ginge doesnt bother him, just the odd grumble and hiss from big ginge, big ginge himself moved in as a stray, the day after patch took his final journey, maybe sams trying to tell us something.
wolf63 patch loved watching wildlife programmes, the flight of the condor had him hooked, merlin sounds like margo, shes a rotund young lady who is now been put on a diet by the vet. i woke thru the night to find cupar staring at me from my left shoulder, he was wanting under the duvet with me.
Madbout, when this thread ends you'll have enough material for a book. Chris - sorry to hear you've lost your little friend. Your mention of the vengeful cat brought to mind Lucy.
At the time she belonged to our teenage son. Various cats came and went in the house, but she was always 'The Boss' - you didn't mess with Lucy! And boy, could she hold a grudge.
One day she overstepped the mark in some way, and my son gave her a real rollicking - nothing physical, just shouted and told her she was a 'very naughty cat' etc.
In the early hours of the next morning, he was awoken by crashing sounds and general mayhem. Lucy was rushing round like a thing possessed, trashing his room. No, you didn't mess with Lucy.
At the time she belonged to our teenage son. Various cats came and went in the house, but she was always 'The Boss' - you didn't mess with Lucy! And boy, could she hold a grudge.
One day she overstepped the mark in some way, and my son gave her a real rollicking - nothing physical, just shouted and told her she was a 'very naughty cat' etc.
In the early hours of the next morning, he was awoken by crashing sounds and general mayhem. Lucy was rushing round like a thing possessed, trashing his room. No, you didn't mess with Lucy.
Charlie, our enormous tabby, is sitting on a bench in the garden at the moment. He is watching the birds but he doesn't touch them because he knows that it upsets us.
Our first cat, bought at a pet shop in Australia & named McPheeters, travelled with us to England in 1969, spent some months in quarantine, & then lived the rest of her life happily in our new home. Our other two cats, Dragon & Border, were taken in by Australian friends before we left because they were then too old to travel half way around the world.
When McPheet eventually died naturally, she was replaced by Holly. Holly looked alot like McPheet. She wasn't too happy when we took in a stray, Tabby Thomas, but soon got used to sharing the house & us with him. They both eventually died naturally & were replaced by a long-haired white cat with black markings who turned up unannounced one morning on our doorstep & refused to leave. We named him Robert.
Robert lived with us for seventeen years before he died in 2000. That was when friends asked us if we would like to care for a nice-natured tabby stray. He's Charlie and he's with us now. We love him to bits.
Our first cat, bought at a pet shop in Australia & named McPheeters, travelled with us to England in 1969, spent some months in quarantine, & then lived the rest of her life happily in our new home. Our other two cats, Dragon & Border, were taken in by Australian friends before we left because they were then too old to travel half way around the world.
When McPheet eventually died naturally, she was replaced by Holly. Holly looked alot like McPheet. She wasn't too happy when we took in a stray, Tabby Thomas, but soon got used to sharing the house & us with him. They both eventually died naturally & were replaced by a long-haired white cat with black markings who turned up unannounced one morning on our doorstep & refused to leave. We named him Robert.
Robert lived with us for seventeen years before he died in 2000. That was when friends asked us if we would like to care for a nice-natured tabby stray. He's Charlie and he's with us now. We love him to bits.
How I loved reading all these pussy cat tales - some sad, some happy but all very much loved by you all.
Although I am a dog owner now, many years ago (possibly 30!) I had the most gorgeous black fluffy kitten - she was such a character and got up to all sorts of mischief! Her favourite 'game' was to hide behind the sofa, door etc and as I walked past, she would leap out and rugby tackle my ankle!!! Ouch
A few years went by and due to my own circumstances at that time and my dad passing away, my mum adopted puss or perhaps the pussy cat adopted my mum - not entirely sure which!!
They were such wonderful company for each other - puss would follow my mum around and sit by her, whether mum was gardening, or knitting, or cooking etc.
Puss would never venture away from the bungelow and was quite happy to watch the birds - far too laid back to catch anything anyway!!! Very contented cat!
Anyway, the years went by and sadly puss became very ill and mum and i took her on her last journey to the vets. Still brings tears to my eyes. But what a lovely companion puss was and is always remembered with fondness.
Although I am a dog owner now, many years ago (possibly 30!) I had the most gorgeous black fluffy kitten - she was such a character and got up to all sorts of mischief! Her favourite 'game' was to hide behind the sofa, door etc and as I walked past, she would leap out and rugby tackle my ankle!!! Ouch
A few years went by and due to my own circumstances at that time and my dad passing away, my mum adopted puss or perhaps the pussy cat adopted my mum - not entirely sure which!!
They were such wonderful company for each other - puss would follow my mum around and sit by her, whether mum was gardening, or knitting, or cooking etc.
Puss would never venture away from the bungelow and was quite happy to watch the birds - far too laid back to catch anything anyway!!! Very contented cat!
Anyway, the years went by and sadly puss became very ill and mum and i took her on her last journey to the vets. Still brings tears to my eyes. But what a lovely companion puss was and is always remembered with fondness.
