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My Cats - The Kitten Edition

  Dash

Dash -
He's cranky. He's stubborn. He is playful and very affectionate, too. As David Letterman has often said, "It's like I have a twin!" Dash is the talkative one of my group (herd? pod? drove?) of cats. He will carry on a conversation from across a room, at my feet, and from the top of a book case. Our most lively conversations occur, though, when he is draped across my left shoulder. I get an earful then. To get to my left shoulder he usually climbs up the front of my body. Every once in a while my reaction to his climb goes like this: "AHHHH! My god, that hurt!" I don't exactly discourage his use of my body as a climbing post. Okay, I encourage it. It's fun except when a claw punctures my sternum. Lordy-Lou, that really hurts! If the cats are hungry at four o'clock in the morning, and the food bowl is empty, Dash is the one who smacks me around until I wake up and feed them. He is also known as The Handsome One. When Dash and I are alone, I tell him that he is my favorite.

  Milo

Milo -
Milo can be the sweetest cat I know. As the number of cats in our home has increased over the years he has developed a cranky side. I can imagine him saying, Give me some space, man! Still, sometimes he casts an expression so sweet my heart melts all over the place. Milo used to hardly ever meow. When he would meow it often came out in rough little squeaks. Sometimes he'd try to meow, and nothing but bad breath would come out. There he'd be sitting with his mouth open, the meow left sitting on the tip of his tongue. He is a meower now. Milo doesn't carry on conversations like Dash does. He'll jump in the bathtub and meow, and scratch at the corners of the tub. He sometimes meows when he is dropping a load in the litter-box. I don't understand that. He meows with a great deal of excitement when I show him the blue, rubber cat brush. Milo is the cat most likely to be found sitting on my lap. Actually, Milo is the cat most likely to be found anywhere I am in our apartment. He is discretely known as Daddy's Boy, and publicly known as The Good Looking One. When Milo and I are alone, I tell him that he is my favorite.

  Mr. Blue

Mr. Blue -
When Mr. Blue first set paw in our apartment he immediately ran under the bed. He came out, but I could hardly get within five feet of him before he would run back under my bed. He was a tense kitten. If I back up a little he would run out from under the bed, jump on Dash or Milo, shoot across my bedroom, climb a low hanging tapestry, chew on a cord and try to climb into a shoe. If I took a step toward him, though, back under the bed he'd go. Mr. Blue has calmed down a bit, but he is still a tense guy. He will lie on my lap, and sleep with the rest of us on my bed. If I make an unexpected move, though, he will cautiously trot away and check out the situation. I tell him that he has nothing to fear, but that has never seemed to help much. I don't want to give the impression that he is a nervous wreck. He is relaxed much of the time. He's just cautious. Mr. Blue is a great looking cat His feet are big, and he has a long, full tail. From his nose to his lower back he is about the same size as Dash and Milo, but he doesn't need to lose a couple of pound like they do. Maybe that nervous energy keeps him slim. He is also known as Mr. Intensity. When Mr. Blue and I are alone, I tell him that he is my favorite.

  Simon

Simon - 07/2004 to 12/10/2008
Sadly, my Simon passed away in the early morning hours of December 10th, 2008. I woke up shortly after 3:00am. He was lying on the bed, at my side, looking like he was in a deep sleep. Soon, it was obvious to me that he was dead. Simon was only 412 years old. I thought I'd still have him ten years from now. I don't know why a seemingly healthy, and highly energetic cat, would die so young. So it goes, I guess.

When I went to The Seattle Pet Expo in 2004 I had absolutely no intention of bringing home a kitten from the event. I had three cats at the time, and three cats were enough. Well, I saw a kitten in a cage, and I just couldn't pass it by without asking if I could hold the adorable thing. As I was holding the future Simon in my hands he tilted his head and rubbed his little cheek against my palm. I melted, and he was mine.

I'll miss Simon. He was my only cat who would fetch a ball, and bring it back to me. He was the only cat who would do a forward roll, an act that was funny, and, I swear, an act he'd do only when he knew I was looking. Really. He'd trot down the hall way, look back at me, then tuck his head down and roll over. He was sweet, funny, and very affectionate.

Mr. Blue will miss his cuddle buddy. Annabelle will miss her special play buddy.

The last time Simon and I were alone together, I sitting in my car, he lying on my lap, I told him one final time that he is my favorite.

  Sadie

Sadie -
Sadie is a very sweet, playful, lip lickin', chin chewin', shoulder hoppin' delight. I found her one night living with some homeless youths. I feared that her life on the street might be a short lived one. So, I offered the youths forty dollars for the kitten. They said yes and Sadie suddenly had a warm, comfy new home. (Well, a neighbor took her in overnight. I didn't want her to mix in with my other cats until she got a complete physical. She got that complete physical the next day, and was determined to be a healthy seven week old kitten.) Dash found her curious. Milo seemed not to see her. Simon hissed at her here and there for about a day. Mr. Blue was pretty upset by her presence for awhile. It took a few days of hissing, and growling at her, before he finally accepted Sadie. Then she was just another part of the gang, sleeping and playing with everyone. I am so happy for having found her. Also known as Baby Doll and My Beautiful Little Girl. When Sadie and I are alone, I tell her that she is my favorite.

  Annabelle

Annabelle -
Annabelle is sweet, funny as all get out, and has the worst breath I have ever had the misfortune to smell. Her breath was an 'odiferous nightmare' (thanks Bloom County) when I first met her. It was unavoidable since, when I picked her up, she rubbed her nose against my nose, and licked my face. It was very cute, but revolting at the same time. I've learned to hold my breath when she assaults my face with her nose and tongue. Annabelle now gets along well with the other cats. Junior and Annabelle have become special play buddies. For a few weeks she was really cranky with any cat that got near to her. I feared that she'd never lighten up. I even considered finding her another home it was so bad. I stuck with her, though, and I am very happy I did. Annabelle is great. She loves to meow. She meows a throaty meow when she runs, meows like a crazy-cat when I am fixing her food, and meows when she plays. Also, known as You Are So Adorable. When she and I are alone I tell her she is my favorite.

 

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