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Baby Daisy, Jennyanydots, Crazy Miss Daisy, Pipkin, Flower
She loved being groomed, having lullibyes sung to her, ruling over her territory, teasing her doggie friend Puppins, chasing beams of light.
Any other cats, any other cat food than kitten chow (human food always OK), litter boxes, Bob - the next door neighbor's cat, far too many to mention.
Strings, chasing beams of light.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Laps, on my head, in the middle of the hallway, in baskets, on tables, wherever the hell she wanted.
Lasagne, egg yolks, kitten chow, pounce treats.
She could give a PMSing woman a run for her money.
indoors and outdoors
When I was 4 years old, my mother was friends with a lady named Cindy Brown who had a beautiful soft grey persian cat. One day, she had kittens, a boy and a girl. After school my mom would bring me over there sometimes and I would play with the tiny babies. Mom watched me interact with them and saw that I was gentle and loving with them. When they were old enough, my mom told me we could take one home for our own. I could hardly believe my ears! I could take one of the kittens? And keep it? I thought the mommy would miss her baby and I protested, but mom told me that when babies grow up their mommies don't need to take care of them anymore and that other families can adopt the kitties. I was ecstatic! I knew I wanted Daisy even though I liked both of them just the same. We went home that evening, and with my dad, I began writing down names that I liked. Daisy just stuck out. The next day, we picked up Daisy and brought her home.
Daisy was such an interesting, silly, and tempermental cat. We had so many differing nicknames for her because of her larger than life personality. One of Daisy's favourite things to do was lay on her back in my mom's lap so she could cut out all the mats in her fur. When I think of Daisy, I think of mom because they were always together. I miss both of them dearly. Daisy had so many funny quirks, like refusing to use the litter box except for using the roof as a table for her food in which she demanded to be *placed* on top of. Also, she wouldn't eat anything other than kitten chow. We tried to get her on more healthy, age-appropriate cat foods but she vehemently refused. I have so many fond memories of that damn cat, from the day I brought her home to the day she passed away when I was 15. Unfortunately, my baby was diagnosed with kidney disease and mammary tumors at the age of 11, cutting her life short. The day she died I sat down with her in the driveway before school and stroked her fur as she breathed heavily. I could sense she was in so much pain. She had been going downhill for a few months, and was looking very sickly. That morning she "told" me she would be leaving that day, and when I came home from school in the afternoon to find her body underneath the boat, I was horribly upset but glad she was released from her pain. Daisy always did whatever she pleased, and when it was time for her to leave, she left.
I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 8th 2004
||More than 10 years!
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