Sex: Female Weight: 6 lbs.
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Catster stats for Monster (05/02 to 11/30/03)
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April 13th 2002
Playing and chasing things
Not being able to play and chase things
Anything that moves
Favorite Nap Spot:
Mom & Dad's bed, preferably between them
dry cat food
To get into everything and everything
indoors and outdoors
Monster was only in our lives for just over a year, but she filled our lives with pleasure and laughter during that year. She was true her name, a Little Monster, full of life and always getting into things. She went outside and unfortunately on 11/30/03 crossed the road at the wrong time and was instantly killed. It broke my heart and I declared that day that any future cats in our household would be inside cats only.
Mom found me at the shelter. I had been brought there with my 2 brothers by someone who found us after my cat Mom disappeared. My human Mom thought my face was so cute! She didn’t take me home the first time she saw me, as I was pretty sick. She came back later with a man who turned out to be my human Dad. He took one look at me and agreed I was very cute. Hey, I couldn’t argue with that, I was cute! I was still a little sick when they took me home. Mom had to give me medicine and kept putting stuff in my ears for a while. I didn’t like that, but it did make me feel better.
When Mom first brought me home there was this big cat there! Mom called her Baby. She hissed at me but I found her great fun to play with. I would pounce on her every chance I could get! I would pounce on anything that moved for that matter!
Mom and Dad tried calling me different names, but I would never respond to them. Why should I, Dad kept calling me Little Monster, so I knew that was my name. It just took them a while to realize that!
At night I would climb up in Mom and Dad’s bed and get right in-between them and purr as loud as I could! They seemed to like this as they would pet me and I would purr even louder! I really enjoyed sleeping with them, they always kept me safe and warm.
I loved to play and get into things. Stuff was just so interesting and I never saw a bag or box I didn’t want to get into. They were great for hiding in and attacking things from as they went by.
I liked playing outside too. Everything was such great fun to chase after. Sometimes Mom would scold me when I would come home. I guess she didn’t like it when I was gone a long time, but gee, I would be having too much fun to come home! Then one day when I was out I ran across the road to head home when the other side of the road changed. Instead of being in my yard, there was a lovely rainbow bridge in front of me. On the other side of the bridge stood a couple of very nice kitties and a dog. They called to me so I went running over. They said they knew my Mom and Dad and that they would play with me until Mom and Dad came over the bridge. No problem for me, I would rather be playing then doing anything else!
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You won my heart the first time I saw you. You were so tiny in the hands of the shelter manager; just a ball of fur, eyes and ears! Although your eyes were still a bit runny from you illness, they begged me to hold you! And hold you I did and fall in love with you I did. All I had to do now convince my husband Steve to let me bring you home! That took a little doing, because we had just adopted Baby a few weeks earlier; and Steve wasn’t as keen on having two cats as I was. But, I convinced him and we soon had you home with us!
You were a sickly little thing, but I didn’t mind nursing you back to health. You didn’t exactly like your ear and eye medicines, but you put up with them and we quickly bonded. As tiny as you were, you stood up to a full grown Baby, and quickly started trying to boss her around! You were even able to jump up on our bed your very first night with us. That is when we learned how loud you could purr! You curled up between Steve and me, and purred yourself and us to sleep. From that night on, that was your spot to sleep!
You quickly grew and become an important part of our family. You and Baby became close friends, and your antics kept us laughing daily. Against my better wishes, Steve allowed you to play outside, because he said it made you so happy. It did, I couldn’t argue with him on that. You would spend hours in our back yard chasing anything that moved!
Your hunting skills were not limited to the outside. You quickly became a champion mouser and would proudly share your catches with us. I will never forget the morning you woke me up playing with one of your toys on our bed. I grabbed that toy, thinking I would toss it off of the bed so I could get some more sleep, but as soon as I felt it in my hand, I knew it was no toy! Upon turning on the light, I found out I had a dead mouse in my hand! Tossing it only made you run after it and bring it back to me!!!!!!!!! Steve found out that morning just how loud I can scream!
Of course your hunting skills were not limited to mice. Oh no, you liked variety, or so Steve found out. One morning he was making the bed and you were playing on it with a ‘shoe lace’. When he grabbed the ‘shoe lace’ he found out it was a dead snake instead! Oh yes, no matter what it was you caught, you were always very good about sharing it with us!
You became quite the adventure seeker, which unfortunately was your downfall. You were a little over a year old when you went out on a Sunday morning for what turned out to be your last outdoor excursion. A few hours later our friend David came walking down our driveway, carrying your limp body. You had been hit by a car, and mercifully killed instantly. I cried my eyes out over your still warm body. My little Monster was dead! I said some very mean things to Steve, blaming him for your death because he was the one who insisted on letting run free outside. My grief was overwhelming, as I sat at the picnic table crying and petting your still body. Eventually I let Steve bury you with your favorite blanket. For some reason I thought you would need it. It took me a long time to get over your death. It was so sudden; I simply had a hard time dealing with it.
Rest in peace little Monster, say ‘hi’ to Sheila and Miss Kitty when you see them as you romp in the fields on the other side of the rainbow bridge. Tell them how much I miss all of you!
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