February 5, 2011|
Boots came to us one September morning. While running in the schoolyard for P.E., my daughter's class found a box of kittens deserted by a tree. We brought one into our home. He suited the name Boots. After a couple of weeks, when I thought he was 8 weeks old, we took him to his first vet appointment. It turned out he was only 5 weeks, so we adopted him at only 3 weeks. I warmed his food and nursed him into a healthy, hefty family member. And believe me, he WAS part of the family! He became my baby. He was a very bright, playful baby who loved to follow you around. He'd climb up onto my bed and felt that the pillow was there for him, lol. Luckily, he didn't argue too much when we decided that maybe he was a tad large to continue sleeping there after several months. He'd sleep at the foot of the bed, but most mornings, you would find him back up on the pillows. Oh, and your toes were open season to him!
He was an avid hunter and loved to bring home his prizes. The first Mother's Day he was with us, he was the first in the family to bring me a "present"! Yes, my little furbaby came into the house, up the stairs and jumped up on the bed with a bird for me! That was 15 years ago, and we still all get a laugh from it.
He was a joy to have. Being as he never really had his birth mother to teach him about life, it was up to me. He only had to be told or shown something once, and he knew what to do. It was as if he never considered himself a cat, but more a person. He loved it when the family all got together and watched tv. He made himself quite comfortable on a lap or between us on the couch.
Though quite the agile hunter outdoors, he NEVER attempted to harm any little pets in the house. Which, at times did present a slight problem, lol. Another cat we had brought in a live mouse which got loose, and we couldn't get Boots to go after it. Outside, he would have been on it in a heartbeat, but not inside. Since we had pet rats, rabbits and even a squirrel for a while, we were thrilled that he didn't want to harm his furry brothers... but damn, we wish he'd go after the wild mice that got in!
I wish I knew who to credit for the following poem that was left on my husband's message board...
I'll whisper words of love to you
We've traveled years and miles, we two,
Your legs grew weak, your eyes grew tired;
I cannot watch you suffer now,
I'll stroke your soft, soft, silken fur
I knew this day would come, my love,
I'll grieve for you because I must
Here we are, almost 2 years later... My heart is finally ready to love again! We have decided to bring another kitten into our lives! We have been looking into several shelters in our area. I kind of hate to admit this, but I don't want an older cat, I want another kitten. I want to relive the joy of nurturing a tiny, helpless kitty again. We have seen lots of older "kittens", 6 months or so, but I am holding out for a baby and will give serious consideration to adopting 2 siblings. My birthday is the 28th of January, exactly 1 week before the anniversary of your passing. I would love to bring home the new baby or babies, on my birthday.
January 16, 2014
Well, we're coming up on 3 years... I still tear up thinking about my baby and how much I miss him. And to add insult to injury, my computer cacked a couple of days ago, taking all my photos of Boots with it. Luckily, I didn't delete any of my memory cards, but finding them will be a torturous treasure hunt, lol.
Now, back to Boots. We did not get another kitten/kittens last year. We didn't find any in the local shelters that called to me, plus, with our lifestyle, we didn't feel it was fair to bring a new baby into the home. We go away for overnighters, once or twice a month, and don't want to do that to a baby.
Wow... 5 years. Your presence is felt here all the time. Larry feels you rub his legs when he's at his desk, like you used to do, and hears you underneath mine like you used to do. I "see" you walking around the apartment now and then, out of the corner of my eye. We have 2 new furbabies now, abandoned brothers from the OSPCA, that we adopted at 17 weeks. They'll be 2 on St. Patrick's Day. These poor little fellas took some time to open up to us, but they're getting there! We brought them home on July 4, 2014, and they weren't used to humans, and we think they'd been abused a little, so we do our very best to let them know that this is their safe place forever. We've stopped the overnighters because of them. We did one and "my" cat, Churchill, took a couple of days to get over it. Gizmo, "Larry's" cat, is a little more friendly and didn't take as long to get over it. Mind you, he yells more when he's bored! LOL. When we got them, they were named Harry and Larry! We had to change them, it would have been way too confusing around here, lol. Harry called to Larry as he walked by, and I called the store later that day and we went back the next day and adopted them. They were fixed and micro-chipped with all their shots. We love them to bits and are thrilled to have them in the family!
December 11, 2016
So ok, this entry wasn't about Boots, or even all about Gizmo and Church. But, I thought it was really important to journal what this past year has been like for us. Our lives have been drastically affected, and as such, so have our furbabies. These guys are so loved and spoiled, it's pathetic, lol. Luckily, they've gotten the good end of things through all of this, by us being home so much and loving them and giving them so much attention. I mean, really, it's not much different from how things were before the plague hit, for them, at least. We are home a little more, so they are getting a little more snuggles and attention... and cookies, lol. OH! because we are all home, we've gotten to know neighbours in the apt. a couple down on the right. They JUST got a cutie pie baby Panther, and since Churchill hangs out at their door when he's out, they've decided to let their guy out to play, lol. The guy, can't remember his name, or the kitten's, but it means Shadow in their native language, but he sits and let's his kitten goof around in the hall. Churchill just sits and lets the kitten sniff around, lol. Church doesn't play with him at all (which upsets the guy a little, lol) but he doesn't snarl or swipe at the kitten AT ALL either, which is wonderful. The guy doesn't know anything about cats (his wife is supposed to a little) so he was really hoping they would play together. I'm trying to teach him about cats without coming off too strong or know-it-all-ish, but it's really hard when he really doesn't know anything! I gave him one of my awesome lazer pointers and I'm going to find my "Cats for Dummies" book and let him borrow that. It really is for someone who knows nothing about cats, so if he's willing to be open minded and actually read it even though it may seem stupid, it WILL be helpful. But they are waiting to neuter the little guy instead of doing it now for some reason. I think they think he should reach puberty or something first? Gets his rocks off somehow first? He made some comment along those lines the other night when he asked me about when he should get neutered, thinking he shouldn't do it until the kitten is something like 9 months or at least 6. There was a time they thought that, but they used to do a vasectomy. Now? They do it when they are only a couple of months and take their balls! So they should be talking to their vet about making an appt and consider doing it real soon. Shadow is at least 10 weeks, I think? These 2 were done by the time we got them at 17 weeks, and I don't think it was the day before we got them. I remember hearing that they had been passed around a couple of pet stores before they landed at the one we found them at. Just to add to their heart-wrenching story, lol. Anyway, he needs to get that kitten fixed before he starts spraying and pulling Alpha Male bullshit, because he could/will!