January 2nd 2012 8:21 am
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Happy New Year!
We weren't sad to see it go...that old year. But we have to say that as cats, we don't do 'regrets'. We don't look back too long-it's just not in our nature.
New Years Eve, I sat with Mommy on the loveseat, and hoped that there would be chicken forthcoming...and there was! So as we snacked, I thought how lucky I was.
You see, Furs, I wasn't always the Poet Cat of Catster. My saga's origins are lost in mystery, but the first time I met my Daddy, I was a thin, needy orange tabby with a large head and a poor coat that no one would touch. A vet tech told Mommy I had 'feline lice' and Mommy had never heard of that before. But she lifted me into her arms, and stroked my head. "Poor cat." she whispered. "You're so handsome!' And I knew, you know, that she Saw who I Really Was.
That I was friendly there was no doubt. I kept trying to get someone to take me in! I even ran up the the Postman and the UPS drivers and pleaded with them. I was being fed-Mommy's neighbor at the time across the street and her daughters were kind and put out food for me. But no one could offer me a home.
Mommy and Daddy and Mommy's sister and Mommys mom finally agreed that they would take me and get me 'fixed' and try to find me a home. A local rescue said they would take me once 'fixed' and vetted. So Mommy's sister and her friend-who did vet tech work and pet sitting-got me and bought me to be 'fixed'.
The rescue was all set to 'take me'. Then it happened....
The tests came back that I was 'FIV+'.
The Rescue said they couldn't accept me. I will never know why except that people beleive FIV+ is 'transmittable' to other cats. Well, people need to know that while it is, it's very difficult for that to happen. It's only transmittable through blood contact, and I was alwaya a lover, not a fighter.
The rescue did agree to show me providing I didn't have to stay there. After all, Mommy, Daddy, her sister, her friend had all made a donation to the rescue for me. When I wasn't being 'shown', Mommy's mom and her sister said I could live on their glassed in porch. And I did. I had a portable heater out there that made me pretty comfortable. Mommy and Daddy both really wanted me, it's true, but Mommy's Sister and Mom felt they had 'enough' cats with 5 already 'in the house'. But despite that I was a nice cat.
For a year I went and got shown. I hated it. I was put into a cage and people would come and look at me like I was in a zoo. The place had barking dogs in the area near to the cats and they barked alot! It made me nervous and gave me a headache. I had a couple people who were interested, but I got scared and scratched one who insisted on holding me. Mommy felt it was the dogs barking that made me nervous.
The other was a nice lady, who became my 'Sponsor'. She couldn't take me because she had to take her of her elderly parents in another state, but she sponsored me and used to get updates on how I was doing. Mommy would write her letters and tell her all about me.
Eventually, Daddy got a job where Mommy and Daddy wanted to move to-and still do. Guess what? I got 'sprung. Daddy went to take this job down South and he took me with him. He also took the stuff for he and Mommy to set up house. Daddy was going to work for a bit, then after 3 months Mommy would join him.
I loved driving with Daddy! I didn't have to stay in my carrier-Daddy learned I was a good traveller who was content to watch out the back window or lay on the seat! I wouldn't eat my cat food, but sure enjoyed the rest stops and the chicken he bought for me at various places-I got chicken at Waffle House, and Wendy's and some other places, too! I didn't like Garmin, and would complain when Garmin would talk.
When we got there, I shared our apartment with Daddy and his room-mate Krys, who was his Sous Chef. Krys's friend would come over with her little boy, and I liked playing with him. I've always been good with children.
We lived there for 2 months. Then, one day, Daddy found out the the Owner of the restaurant was in trouble. He went away and left everyone without pay. Daddy was going to look for another job there, but in the meanwhile, Mommy's mom became very very sick. She passed away when Daddy was on his way back to New York.
When we got back, I wasn't put back on the porch anymore. With all the sadness, and upset, no one thought of it. I set about becoming friends with the other cats. And I was given a room upstairs with my food and water and a bed. Daddy kept his things in that room, and I liked to sleep on them. I had 4 other cats besides Bella to play with and fight with. But I only ever fought with Blackie! The others were my friends. And with Blackie, it was sort of like cousins fighting for attention!
Last year we moved here to this little apartment. Since then, there have been many ups and downs. I know that my Mommy misses the house we lived in-her childhood home. I know that my Daddy wishes that right now we could be back in Alabama.
Yeah, I misss the house. But I'm a Cat, and we live in the here and now. What is there to look foward to? The next meal, the next piece of chicken, and my warm couch back. I look forward to a romp with CK and a good brushing. I look forward to purring and Mommy softly speaking to me. I look fowrard to getting on to the couch next to Bella and sacking out. I look forward to sleeping in the window and feeling the breeze on my fur.
I am no longer a skinny kitty with a big head. My coat as become thick and glossy. I have tufted orange ears and a large round face with lovely eyes that Mommy thinks betray an Ancestry that may mark me as a Scottish Fold or part Fold. I sometimes sit up on my hind legs at the small table. Last night I sat up and took a chicken wing off the plate at the table. Mommy was laughing, she couldn't scold me because I so carefully helped myself! And then, because I lacked teeth, I couldn't do a thing with it til she pulled it apart for me! She had company-a friend of hers with her 2 children, 5 years old and 11 years old came over and Mommy praised us all-especially me-for how wonderful and kind I was with the young ones. But Mommy shouldn't have been surprised, for I have always had a mostly kindly nature.
I look back with a look over one orange striped shoulder at what was, and I blink, a goodbye, to a past that has bought me to where I am now. And I wonder and purr for the time ahead, and with thankful purrs, wonder at the good friends I have made here. I don't mourn those gone before me to Summerland...for as a Cat, I know there is no boundary between here and there, except what Humans feel. My heart goes to them for their percieved losses-and licks at their souls in comfort for the want of the Cats they so loved and need. But I assure them, with all the Mystery of My Kind, there is no such thing as 'The End' or 'Death'. That doesn't exist for us, my Human friends. Your Cat friends you Cherish dance across your lives just in the corner of your field of vision. If you squint your eyes just a bit, you will see them. Children can and do! Don't mourn too much, or too hard. For we wouldn't wish this-we don't. Not even the best of us would. For we are Spirits who dance in our fur for awhile...and then, when we take leave, it's only for awhile. That bond....it's not lost or discarded...and we do venture back...we just take on new Fur if we wish...and often do, if we feel your need for us.
And as I leap up here to the sofa back, I sniff at the cold air and I purr. I purr for the wonder of it all. I purr for my family, human and feline. I purr for my friends, both here and at Summer. And I purr. And purr. And purr. Because that is what we do.
I wish you all...Human and Fur alike...and all in other species...a wonderful time ahead. May Good Fortune Bring you Power of the Paw-all the material needs needed and all the love and good health and strength and Joy you could ever need.
And I purr for the Here and Now...and all the Goodness Within.
love and light,
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Wowza, this was a great story, OR! I was once a cat of the streets too, and I have FIV too - so we are sort of like brothers from other mothers! I'm glad we both have pawsome homes. Thanks for shaing your story - happy new year!
Thank you for sharing your wonderful story! You hit the jackpot when you found your mommy and daddy and came to live in a loving home. Happy New Year Ruffy!
Thanks for sharing your story buddy! Keep spreading the truth about FIV! We gots to make sure kitties like us never get turned away or put down again just because of that!
totally pawsome story my friend, thanks for sharing it with us. I never been a street kitty my moma took us off the streets while we were still with our fur mom. we just love mommies and daddys like your and mine for saving the kitties.
Concats on being DDP today, way to go, I hope you have a great day.
Congratulations on being a Diary Pick Of The Day! Thank you for sharing your story! You are so Pawsome!
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrs and Headbonks!
Trooper Dakota and Smokey
Hey Ruffy, dood!~ I jus' gotta mention dat mommy's eyes all leaky when readin' Ur story! Wow, what a story, U been through lots 'n we love readin' ur diary! Purrs dat others know da truth 'bout FIV like River, etc 'n can live LONG happy live's 'n like River sez, NEFUR get turned 'way! NEFUR!~ What a kind 'n gentle furperson man kitty U R!~Makin' children happy!~I share Ur strife livin' on da streets, but mommy will nefur know da real truth, I have learned to forget dem days altogether now! Here, Here, to happy homes 'n lovin' pawrents! Concats on Ur Grand Diary Pic honor 'n hopin' Ur day is filled wif Sunshine o' love 'n pawsomeness!!~ U ROCK OR~!!
Purrs 'n head bonks,
MILO 'n MALLEE too
Pee Ess, Extra Purrs to U 'n ur furmilies fur da most happy, healthy New Year ahead!!!!
I am so glad you found your home. Hope you have a happy new year!
excet for the Fiv, sounded like me ruffy!! ( and Patches, Tigger, Panda, Gypsy and kringle too)
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