"Me at 5 weeks. My coat was somewhat dull & my belly was bloated due to digestive problems (I was being fed adult dry cat food and couldn't eat it very well). The first week we were here, mama had to burp us after meals which she thought was cute!"
Nicknames: Greta Garbo, Greta Poo Pie, Sassy Girl, Little Black Girl, Velvet Kitty, Lovely Lady, Love Bug, Greta Carborundum, Mama's Little Ham on Rye, Princess Cryalot, Black Pearl of Great Value
Gotcha Date: October 10th 1999
Birthday: September 5th 1999
Likes: being loved and cuddled, watching the NY Yankees with mama, BEING HELD!
Pet-Peeves: Watching me (mama) hold or love another kitty, being kept away from other kitties (so she won't pester them), expecting someone to play with her even if they're using the toilet!
Favorite Toy: Toy mice, catnip, laser thingy, and a red ball. It MUST be a red rubber ball or else she won't like it.
Favorite Nap Spot: on top of mama's clothes, underneath the mattress cover of mama's bed, in the closet
Favorite Food: CAT FOOD: Friskies. HUMAN FOOD: small pieces of chicken, tuna with oil, and cooked hamburger (especially pieces of a BK hamburger)
Skills: Greta can play fetch with her mouse or red ball, and will bring it back to you if you throw it.
Arrival Story: I adopted Greta and her now deceased brother Buster from a farm family who had "free kittens." I got them at 5 weeks old (way too young to be taken from their mother). I did not know how young they were until I brought them to the vet! They were both sick and needed much love and TLC. With much prayer and care, they got better and have been the most affectionate cats I have ever owned.
Buster and Greta are two testimonies that the Lord not only cares about our pets, but He provides for them, heals them, and takes care of them too!
Greta was held a lot by the kids of the farm family I got her from, so as a result she loves to be held and cuddled. She'll cry for someone to pick her up and hold her, then purrrrrrrrrrrr contentendly.
Bio: Greta always demanded respect by her brothers, as she was the oldest. She tolerated them and let them know all the time this was HER home and she's just allowing them to live here. (She did this with Buster too.) Over time she didn't really like other people holding or petting her and became a one-person kitty. She was the queen of the house and was given the best care possible.
One year ago on a day that should be filled with fun and good food, I took my sweet Greta to the emergency vet. She hadn't been eating, was thin, lethargic and walked about very slowly. As it turns out, she was dying and I had to let her go. I cried the whole time, and for weeks cried over her.
I thought my heart would never heal from losing her. Greta helped me grow to love and appreciate black cats. She is the reason I adopted a 2nd black cat after her passing.
Today however I am not filled with grief or sadness, but peace and happiness. God led me to what I call "a near carbon copy of Greta" in Serena. Of course I'll always love and miss Greta but Serena has filled her void so nicely only the Lord could've done this.
If you haven't met Serena already, she has a page on here and she is quite the princess. The only difference between Serena and Greta are that Greta wanted to be the only cat and Serena gets along with other cats fine.
I am so appreciative and thankful for everything you've said, sent, and done for my sweet Greta. I am just so sad, I feel like my heart will never heal....I'm also kinda upset with myself because I should have known something was wrong when I petted Greta so many times over this last week and just felt every bone in her body...I thought oh it's probably because she's getting old (she was 12) and this is just part of her getting older. But then she got so she wouldn't eat, wouldn't play....she did get on the bed and sleep with me sometimes... in the past few months she started sleeping next to my pillow, something she NEVER did until then...and it made me so happy to be pet her soft velvety coat...I miss her kneading on my hair to get me up and feed her (LOL)....she didn't do that for the last few days and I thought nothing of it til today...I miss being able to pick her up and cuddle her, altho I held her as long as I could until it was time for her to be put down.....I will miss hearing her talk back to me when I talked to her and hearing her say "ihh!"
I wanted her to know that I loved (AND STILL LOVE) her so very much....that my heart will always have a little hole where she filled it....she always loved to be held, even in her last days she just LOVED it...she purred even tho it was weak purrs...that was a sign to me that she was dying...then this morning when I tried to hand feed her and she attempted to bite my finger I knew that was her way of saying to put her to sleep....she was just SO weak and thin, she just barely walked around, didn't jump or run like usual....that was also a sign something was wrong...
I also tried cooling her down with some cool water in the event she was just affected by the heat...but it was just not meant to be...now I have to go to work tomorrow (Thursday) and everyone tries to fool me into thinking it will help...trust me it WON'T....when I had to put Buster to sleep I had to go work the next day and all I could do was think and talk about him....going to work will NOT take my mind off my sweet precious little black kitty.....
I will tell you this....IF and I mean ***IF*** it is the Lord's will, I would like to adopt another black kitty...but it's not up to me....just like I did before getting Daniel & Solomon, I have to pray as to whether or not God wants me to have a 3rd cat....I hope you can all understand that.....for now I have to close because I just can't stop crying. I miss you Greta.