White Socks


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Sex: Male   Weight: 22 lbs.

Here I am

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"Here I am"

I am so good looking,Right?

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"I am so good looking,Right?"

I want to sleep

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"I want to sleep"

shhhh,I am sleeping

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"shhhh,I am sleeping"

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at the rainbow sending purrs

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"at the rainbow sending purrs"

RIP angel Xena

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"RIP angel Xena"

riding my horse for WW

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"riding my horse for WW"

relaxing

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"relaxing"

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Nicknames:
Big boy,Miracle Man....

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-part feral-extra toe(s) -cat rescue

Birthday:
March 29th 1994

Coloration:
Tabby and White

Likes:
he loved batting feet and shoe laces, his brother Hobo,food

Pet-Peeves:
anything that sounds like firecrackers and smoke

Favorite Toy:
everything

Favorite Nap Spot:
anyplace he wanted to

Favorite Food:
all food....

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
One day,where I worked,a tenant of ours asked for me to remove a kitten from his shop,that had gone in under one of the counters..I did,and I pulled out a kitten about 3 weeks old,so very tiny and,could not walk,he pulled his back half...all dirty and skinny,I took him to the office,and gave him kitten food,and a saucer of replacement milk(something I always had on hand),let him have his fill,then,off we went to the vet.....though I did not have the $$ to afford his medical care,I was fortunate that there was a program that could help,but,the kitten had to be mine,not a stray...simply solution to that,I told them,ok,it will become ours.....so,off they took him as I filled out papers...before I knew it though,cameras were taking pictures of him,doctors and nurse heads pulled together in strange conversations,reports were being made.....then they came to me and asked where I found the kitten,I told them,and they just shook their heads...they said they somehow knew because that area has seen a rash of abused cats and kittens......I was told the reason his tail was burned and rotting off ,and why he could not walk,and,they could not guarantee,how his insides were yet,was because, kids abuse them by sticking firecrackers into their bottoms and lighting them....this also explained singed whiskers and eyelashes....... They gave me the best course of action,if I wished to now have him.....after hearing what he went through,I was determined he will be ours... so off he went to surgery,to remove what was left of his tail(neutered as well),and check as best they could for other injuries do to the cause......shots and a good deworming...and home he came.... along with food,he got for months,saucers of kitten replacement milk.......and one day,he surprised us all,by standing up.....I knew then,his legs will work,so,we did leg exercises to make them stronger.......and it worked...before we knew it,he ran and played and jumped.... our little miracle man... 6 months later,he ran into another life threatening situation.....playing under a dual rocker recliner.....oh it was fun batteling dad trying to tie shoe laces in the morning,so one day,White Sockes decided to hide in a new place to do so....we did not know he was under that,and,as dad got up,we heard that awful sound.........that sound still haunts me today....,well as dad picked up the dual recliner,no easy feat alone,I struggled with the metal spring,that had him around his neck,he fought and fought,as I struggled and struggled..and finally he stopped,and I won the battle,I quickly laid him down,told my husband to grab the big wooden cutting board and rip the towel into strips....as my husband tied Whtie Sockes on the board,I was doing CPR....breathing life back into him.....each breath followed by a promise to him,that he can have anything,as long as he lived........ I breathed and breathed,and then...suddenly,I see him looking at me,dazed,but still looking at me.........I held him still,even though we both had his pee and poop on us,from this ordeal,and started to cry as my husband called the vet.....a few minutes later,my husband held him still as I got dressed,well just a jacket and shoes,still went in PJ's....and off we rushed him,strapped to the board to keep him as still as possible,not knowing what damage may of happened to his neck..... the staff was waiting for us....and took him right away.....a half hour later,,,,they walk out,carrying him,stating,except for a small dislocation of his jaw,not enough to worry about,just enough to give us a small croooked smile,he was ok.........,everything we did,worked and saved him...... I was also asked to bring him in 2 weeks later,for a special seminar they were having for pet owners on that very topic...CPR for pets.....we were there......all 3 of us...

Bio:
2 special kitties,Hobo and White Socks,though not actual brothers,the love, bond and caring they displayed for each other,all the way till the end,taught many,what love is.... The first to be found,was Hobo,A tiny gray kitten,running up the leg of his new chosen owner,away from cars,trains(hence his name) away from the cold rainy night,into a warm home,filled with food,treats,and love.....He grew and grew,into the most beautiful long haired kitty I had the pleasure to be the owner of,Many fell in love with his soft,quiet nature,his affection,oh how many times,friends would beg,"Can I have him"....we just laughed with a soft but polite,,,no,he is ours... A year later,I had the pleasure to find at my work( we were onsite property managers)....White Socks,as we quickly named him,a half starved,tiny reddish patch of fur....aside from the fleas and dirt,he could not walk,dragging his backside,and,a tail that clearly had trouble written on it....after a brief bite of food,and kitten replacement milk(something that was a general staple in our home) a ride to the vet for this guy.....I had told them,I found this little thing inside one of our tenants unit,and had wanted to keep him,but,clearly he needed medical attention...before I knew what was going on,cameras came out,reports were being made,and of course,my curiosity was peeked,,,asking what was going on...I was told,My little guy was clearly abused and a clear case,that they have seen many of in the last few months,a rash of abuse that I could not fathom....but,they told me the horrid findings...kids,oh please,more like punks,putting firecrackers into kittens bottoms,and lighting them,hence why his tail was burned and rotting off,hence,why he could not walk...I had to sit down quick,before I fell down....I asked,what could be done for him,for now,I wanted him more then ever....surgery was the answer and after that,just time and good food,and perhaps the 3 week old tyke,would have a chance... Months later,our little foundling,ran into another major situation,loving to explore,hide,and play...early morning as his master got ready for work,how much fun it was hiding and trying to stop,his master from tying his shoes,but the best place to hide,became a death trap....a double rocker/recliner,and as master got up,the springs got the kitty,that horrible sound forever is etched into my mind,as as his master tried to pick up this monster of a double unit recliner,I was struggling with the steal spring,trying to release it,that was killing my baby,choking him,till right at the moment of his last breath and fight,I freed the spring from his neck,and he fell into my hands,where my next moments of thinking came from,I do not know where,but I barked out orders....thinking,he must be kept still,in case of broken bones"grab the wooden cutting board",and "get me some cloth",as I was ripping apart cloth,to tie him upon this cutting board,and before I knew more,I was doing CPR,breathing life back into this little one,making deals with him,if only he will breath,open his eyes,and,....my prayers were answered,and before I knew it, he opened his eyes slowly...quietly laying there,a few more breaths,and a few more tie downs,not taking any chances,since he was not moving,I had feared the worse....I had his master "hold him",as I got dressed,and I called our vet,which was still closed ,I was told to rush him to the animal hospital,which we did,everyone was waiting for us......they took over with his care.......and hour later,I see him being carried out,in the arms of one of the doctors.....looking at me,giving me a meow.....My doctors gave him a fine going over,and aside from a small dislocation of his jaw,which was not enough to even warrant surgery,he was fine,we can take him home....him and his now crooked little face....I was given by staff,much kudos and asked to help with a seminar being held there the following week, showing owners,CPR training to save pets... 5 years moved along,and brothers were always together,slept,played and found ways to torment us with their crazy antics....and we loved every moment....and then,one day,Hobo fell ill,doctors checked him out,and could not,find what was wrong,but,in 2 weeks time,he has lost half his weight....a week after that, On a Saturday,White Socks,suddenly became ill too,now we were both baffled and confused,2 kitties sick???We quickly out ruled possible culprits,because they could never get to any of them,so,we knew,it was not a poisoning,and since they could not,at that time find anything wrong with Hobo,we had no idea,but,We had thought,perhaps White Socks just had an upset tummy,but no. Monday morning,they both went into the pet hospital, for 5 days,both remained in intensive care,forced fluids,IV's drugs,testing....and results,Hobo's kidneys stopped working,White Socks had developed a small tumor, so small,it could not be felt, they had thought,with drugs and treatment,White Socks could go home that Friday,they had thought,being home may help him...They were wrong,he would not eat,get up,nothing,I called early Saturday morning,and was told to bring him back in,the small tumor,by Monday morning had ballooned into a massive sized one..... We knew then,neither of our boys will be coming home again,and we both knew,what we had to say,and do....I had only one stipulation,they had to go,...together... That Monday afternoon,two brothers laid side by side, in one of the rooms,with staff doing what they had to do,one keeping this one steady,one keeping the other steady,2 doctors,getting injections ready,and right before,they both received this injection,Hobo reached over and laid his paw,upon White Socks face......both closed their eyes,and after,slept. Not a dry eyes remained in that room,not even the staff or Doctors,they too,had witnessed a love,between 2 brothers. Their ashes to this day,remain,together.....

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She is beautifur....

August 31st 2010 11:34 am
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I watch her from afar....I dare not try and get close to such a beauty..perhaps I shall send her flowers,but I fear my shyness will not allow me to sign my name....Oh but she is so beautifur......sigh!

 

The story of 2 brothers...

July 5th 2010 8:44 am
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2 special kitties,Hobo and White Socks,though not actual brothers,the love, bond and caring they displayed for each other,all the way till the end,taught many,what love is....
The first to be found,was Hobo,A tiny gray kitten,running up the leg of his new chosen owner,away from cars,trains(hence his name) away from the cold rainy night,into a warm home,filled with food,treats,and love.....He grew and grew,into the most beautiful long haired kitty I had the pleasure to be the owner of,Many fell in love with his soft,quiet nature,his affection;How many times,friends would beg,"Can I have him"....we just laughed with a soft but polite,..."no,he is ours"...

Awhile later,I had the pleasure to find at my work( we were on site property managers)....White Socks,as we quickly named him,a half starved,tiny reddish patch of fur....aside from the fleas and dirt,he could not walk,dragging his backside,and,a tail that clearly had trouble written on it....after a brief bite of food,and kitten replacement milk(something that was a general staple in our home) a ride to the vet for this tiny guy.....I had told them,I found this little thing inside one of our tenants unit,and had wanted to keep him,but,clearly he needed medical attention...before I knew what was going on,cameras came out,reports were being made,and of course,my curiosity was peeked,...with me asking what was going on!...I was told, My little guy was clearly abused and a clear case,that they have seen many of in the last few months,a rash of abuse that I could not fathom....but,they told me the horrid findings...kids,or,more like punks,putting firecrackers into kittens bottoms,and lighting them,hence why his tail was burned and rotting off,hence,why he could not walk...I had to sit down quick,before I fell down....I asked,what could be done for him,for now,I wanted him more then ever....Surgery was the answer and after that,just time and good food,and perhaps the 3 week old tyke,would have a chance...
Many months later,our little foundling,ran into another major situation,loving to explore,hide,and play...early morning as his daddy got ready for work,how much fun it was hiding and trying to stop,his daddy from tying his shoes,and the best place to hide,became a death trap....a double rocker/recliner,and as daddy got up,the springs got the kitty,that horrible sound forever is etched into my mind,as his daddy tried to pick up this monster of a double unit recliner,I was struggling with the steal spring,trying to release it,that was killing my baby,choking him,till right at the moment of his last breath and fight,I freed the spring from his neck,and he fell into my hands,where my next moments of thinking came from,I do not know,but I barked out orders....thinking,he must be kept still,in case of broken bones;"grab the wooden cutting board",and "get me some cloth",as I was ripping apart cloth,to tie him upon this cutting board,and before I knew more,I was doing CPR,breathing life back into this little one,making deals with him,with God if only he will breath,open his eyes,,and,....my prayers were answered,and before I knew it, he opened his eyes slowly...quietly laying there,a few more breaths,and a few more tie downs,not taking any chances,since he was not moving,I had feared the worse....I had his daddy hold him,as I got dressed,and I called our vet,which was still closed ,I was told to rush him to our animal hospital,which we did,everyone was waiting for us......they took over with his care.......and hour later,I see him being carried out,in the arms of one of the doctors.....looking at me,giving me a meow.....My doctors gave him a fine going over,and aside from a small dislocation of his jaw,which was not enough to even warrant surgery,he was fine,we can take him home....him and his now crooked little face....I was given by staff,much kudos and asked to help with a seminar being held there the following week, showing owners,CPR training to save pets...
5 years moved along,absent one recliner,and brothers were always together,slept,played and found ways to torment us with their crazy antics....and we loved every moment....and then,one day,Hobo fell ill,doctors checked him over,but could not find what was wrong,yet in 2 weeks time he has lost half his weight....a week after that on a Saturday,White Socks,suddenly became ill too,now we were both baffled and confused,2 kitties sick???
We quickly out ruled possible culprits,because they could never get to any of them,so we knew,it was not a poisoning,and since they could not,at that time find anything wrong with Hobo,we had no idea. We had thought,perhaps White Socks just had an upset tummy,but no. Monday morning,they both went into the pet hospital, for 5 days,both remained in intensive care,forced fluids,IVs drugs,testing....and results,Hobo's kidneys stopped working,White Socks had developed a small tumor, so small,it could not be felt, they had thought,with drugs and treatment,White Socks could go home that Friday,they had thought,being home may help him...They were wrong,he would not eat,get up,nothing,I called early Saturday morning,and was told to bring him back in,the small tumor,by Monday morning had ballooned into a massive sized one.....
We knew then,neither of our boys will be coming home again,and we both knew what we had to say and do....I had only one stipulation,they had to go ...together...brothers must stay together.
That Monday afternoon,two brothers laid side by side, in one of the rooms,with staff doing what they had to do,one doctor for Hobo and one doctor for White Socks;Hobo reached over and laid his paw,upon White Socks face......both closed their eyes,and slept.
Not a dry eyes remained in that room,not even the staff or Doctors,they too,had witnessed a love,between 2 brothers.
Their ashes to this day,remain,together.....2 brothers together.

 
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