November 16th 2012 7:51 am
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And hello the House to their folks!
Have you all missed me?
I am enjoying my new digs. I am also loving my heated bed, a gift from our friends, the Cajuns-er, Kaisan Kats and Zack, their dog that came last year for me. Sometimes CK steals it, but I always protest and get it back.
So my furs, I want to address with you the issue of Thanks giving. This is what I am thankful for:
That I am in a home.
Two years earlier this was not the case. No one will ever know my story, but I was found some time before that, wandering the streets of Queens, a cold, small and elderwise cat. I had not been spayed, and obviously not cared for well. Mommy to this day believes I belonged to an elderly person who simply didn't have the funds or energy to care for me. I had build up in my ears that was so severe that it had turned to a resin like substances and when the vet pulled it out, fell onto the metal table with a 'clink'.
When I was adopted, shortly after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I had chemo and I am thankful to say that so far, I am well and fiesty.
Now we are living in a more roomy apartment. I walk around and do funny things that make Mommy laugh. I have climbed the cat tree. I have found a hidy spot where I can hiss and smack at the others. I walk like a hybrid cat/raccoon, somtething the vet I saw felt was due to possible old injury or arthritis. I am otherwise well, and my old, fiesty and talking, demanding self.
Now, one might wonder if my unique story would deter pawrents from adopting an Elderwise cat. I say 'nay', or rather 'naaah!!!' as only a Wallaby Cat can. I tell them this: you will never have the wonder, the comfort and feeling of 'yes, I did a good thing' any other way. For we, the Elderwise, are Elders of the Tribe of the Small Tigers, cats who have come in from the cold, some of us wating with hopeful eyes on then next person to pass by our cage...some in foster homes...some heartbeats away from a cold table where we could end our days, some on the streets..
and do we love our new families with the vigor a kitten would, or a youngster? Well, I say this to you, absolutly, and then some. For we know gratitude as we sit in our carrier in a new home, gentle hands reaching to let us sniff, to pet us, scrtich us under a chin, and finally, to say 'yes, welcome home'.
And yes, we play...we frisk. We chase mousies and cat dancers up cat trees or we sit with patient, rumbling purrs beside you, or snuggle with you under covers in chill weather, dozing with graceful abandon with our head on your knee.
Do not fear, dear purrson, that we are nearer to the Bridge, for life is never measured, for us, or for you in the breaths we take as in the moments that take our breath away...and in such moments, the quiet afternoon nap with you, snuggling as you read, ah, what bliss is this, then? For such moments are boundless, endless. And still many of us channel the ethernal kitten, while at the same time turning to glare at that young impudent kit that dares to tease 'Show some respect youngster!'.
And as you reach your hand out to pet, to wonder, to press the keys on a computer or smaller device and glance at an older animal that needs a new home...do not hesitate. For life, my dear purrson, is a gift we give..in so many ways. And with that gift, a gift is given in return, as you save the life of one animal on the other side of the cage, the screen, the other side of the street-and in the process, perhaps, save a piece of your own wonder as from behind a cloud comes the most brilliant and warm sun, yet bright in the midst of winter, to warm and nourish your soul-which whispers softly, with rumbling purr...welcome home.
Natalie the Natcat,
Tiny Face, Tiny Paws,
Big Harry's Twin forever.
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Is beyootifur Granny Nat'lie. Me & Novi was jus' lil kittens when Jen gots us. I can' 'magine what life was like fur you with no furmily.
So glad youse home & that you luffs yer home.
Oh yes, we understand, Natalie. Kringle, Panda, Mysels, and our 3 angels...Socks, Patches and Tigger were all foundlings..only Blizz and angel Squeaker were adopted from another family
This is wonderful! There is nothing wrong with us older kitties, in fact, I have gotten way more affectionate with age. Old cats rock!
This is a wonderful diary post.
Deeply moving and it reminds all how very important it is to remember our Elderwise and others who are in Foster and Rescue.
A purrfect description of the love and fun a needy cat can bestow on a person, family or household.
Purrs Nat! We love you!
Timmy T and Family
Hey Nat! How are your crazies? I have been a bit better of late. Pops has been massaging my burn scar along with a lot of exercise in the evening.
Head bonk from one crazy cat to another
Excellent diary entry, Natalie. Mom agrees with you. She thinks kittens are adorable, but cats get more and more lovable and loving as they age. Hard to imagine how I could get any more perfect, but I guess I will.
Natalie, so sweet you are, I love your diary! I resonate with what you say! I soon be ready for my furever family, wherever they be, and know there be a purfect family who will want me, an adult older kitty who will want nothing more than to cuddle and sit on laps all the time.
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