Pound Kitties make good friends!

Gone a year and it still hurts

February 16th 2011 7:42 am
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Bandit passed away last year and the pain of my favorite male kitty gone still haunts me.
It feels like it was alot longer ago. Not just a year without my Bandie.
I miss him!

 

Bandit is no longer with us :(

January 31st 2010 4:58 pm
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We are very sad today because yesterday 1-30-2010 my kitten Bandit passed away. He was only 12 yrs old. Born sometime in August 1998.
The last few years Bandit had to stay in the ol' coal room in the basement of my parents house by him self because Patch didn't like him. Mom would bring Princess, Patch and Bandit up at separate times to run around the house so no one would cause anyone else any hardships.

Bandit Bo we will miss you terribly. Too bad I never got to take you with me when I moved away from home, but you were so wonderful that the whole family wanted to share you.

I remember when I first got to hold you in my hands. You were so small you fit into the palm of my young hand. You were so helpless only a few days old. We really bonded because we had to care for you so extraordinarily your first few months with us.

Then you went through your brat cat stage where you were a little fighter and a biter but we loved you still. We taught you to take your anger & aggression out on your stuffed pound kitty who was larger than you instead of us. You were friends with that pound kitty all your days and would carry your buddy everywhere with you. If we saw you with out your pound kitty we would just have to say one phrase to have you rushing back to find him, "Go Get your Kitty" or "Where's your kitty?" and off you'd go to rescue him from...the floor, the cat tree, the couch or where ever you had left him moments before.

You weren't a kitty that wanted to stay in the shadows and just live your kitty life unnoticed. You were the loudest and most obnoxious kitty at times. You voiced your opinions loudly. If the pizza man came to the door you had to first investigate and then give your blunt opinion of him, "HHSSSSSSSSSSSSHH!!!" NO PIZZA MAN or Guest was safe from you judgment. You also liked to go through visiting guest’s belongings to make sure they didn't have any valuables (kitty favorable valuables) that you may like to "borrow" until they noticed they were gone.

You didn't need the extravagant things in life. "Take that tuna away"
"No treats for me"
"Cheese, what do I look like a mouse?"
You dined on regular dry cat food, no human food or treats. Not because we didn't share them with you or ask you to eat them. You just knew your place and you weren't one of those kitties who needed to be bribed.

You were an adventurer & explorer. The rafters, back of the closets, the cupboards, the shower rail you had visited them all and mapped their layouts. You took risks like when you were just 3 months old and you jumped off of the staircase...it didn't matter that it was about 10 feet off the ground. You had to try it. Everyone thought that Lisa had thrown you off the stairs because your light little body had made the most horrendous boom when you landed on your feet at the bottom of the stairs. Why did you do it...I don't know. Why do people jump out of planes? I guess for the adventure and thrilling experience of doing something new.

We love you Bandit Bo and will miss you always. You are one of those kitties that will stay with the ones that knew you for the rest of their lives** We love you Dearly and know that you will forever hold a special place in our hearts.

Love your human sister,
Kathleen

**I'm sure even the pizza man still tells his tail...I mean tale of when this 3lb kitty scared him away from a house when he was delivering pizza.

 

My Pound Kitty

December 28th 2009 12:24 pm
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My best friend is a Pound Kitty!
Yes, this is me Bandit speaking and the pound kitty didn't come from a shelter it came from my closet. My Best Friend is a Stuffed Pound Kitty...well two of them actually. I have a pair of them - one white and one tan.

Okay, you may find it odd being almost 13 years old and still playing with stuffed animals but if you knew my pound kitties like I do you wouldn't find it odd at all.

My Auntie Meeko found me when I was a few days old. Meeko was one of Patch's littermates. She was the only Grey one out of a litter of six kittens. That’s enough about her though. It was a dark and stormy night the night Meeko found me. She was prowling the neighborhood when she came across a black, soaking wet, male kitten -namely me. Meeko picked me up by the scruff and brought me to her home. Meeko lived with my family's Aunt Debbie and Uncle Frankie. Aunt Debbie and Uncle Frankie didn't know what to do with a kitten only few days old so they called my human mother. My mother called the vet and learned about the formula and the stimulating that was needed to keep me alive and she related it to Aunt Debbie. Aunt Debbie told her she was just going to give me regular cat food and see what happens. My Mother wouldn't stand for this. She drove over and picked me up from Aunt Debbie's house. When my human Father and Sister's got home from their vacation. Mom told them there was a surprise for them.

I was that surprise. I could fit in a child size hand with ease. I had to be fed every 2 hours. The family all took turns feeding and stimulating me until I was old enough to eat and use the bathroom on my own. From that day on I was no longer a stray. I had a family.

The only problem was I didn't have any littermates or a Cat Momma to teach me the ropes. I had to learn from a species that didn't understand my language. It was all very much like Helen Keller.

I became a Bitter during my young months. My Human Mother tried every trick the Veterinarian told her with no avail. Some of the techniques actually made me madder and more aggressive. For example the Vet told them to put hot pepper in my mouth when I was biting and to hold their large human thumbs on the top of my mouth until I stopped biting. These were Epic Failures. So, my Human Mother came up with her own solution. She and the girls took a child's Pound Kitty toy with them and whenever I would bite them they would tell me "No!" and then make me rough house with my Pound Kitty. It only took a few times before I would take my anger out on the Pound Kitty and not on the people's hands, feet, or other body parts.

The Veterinarian couldn’t believe that worked. Every time we would visit the Veterinarian she would always bragged about how she told her clients about the Pound Kitty success. She probably got rich off that advice…it really worked miracles.

As I got older whenever I was angry or frustrated they would say, "Bandit, Where's your Pound Kitty?" or “Get your Kitty!” and I would run and find my Pound Kitty and wrestle and bite him until I felt more relaxed.

When I got over my angry at the world years, my Pound Kitties and I became best of friends. I still will carry my best buds around the house and give them prominent places to rest. We still wrestle but not as often as when I was a kitten.

As soon as I get Kathleen, my Catster favoring human sister, to get off her lazy behind and learn how to use a scanner we can get some desirable pictures up. You'll be able to see my childhood and my Pound Kitty buddies. Until then...you can do a google search to see some imposters if you don't know what Pound Kitties look like. These are my best friends' twins. But don't be fooled these are not my buddies only look-a-likes. My friends are much more competent than any lazy lumps of fluff you may find on the Internet.

~Bandit

 
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