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Lying out in the screened porch by the pool, chasing lizards and freaking Mom and Dad out by eating them!
Being fed late, being ignored when I meow at Mom and Dad's head in bed
Rubber football, catnip filled carrott, balls with feathers (she recently became a real pro at flipping them in the air by the feathers and then leaping up to catch them!)
Favorite Nap Spot:
Either out on the porch, or under Mom and Dad's bed when it's too hot out.
Anything moist. I USED to hate any human food, until after our house exploded and I found my way back to Mom and Dad, then I suddenly LOVED biscuits from Dunkin' Donuts!
Tootsie has had many guardians in her lifetime. My grandmother found her one winter out in her backyard in Massachusetts walking in the snow walking to and from their barn. She had wanted a cat, but my grandfather was against the idea, so she started trying to bring food out to her. Tootsie would acknowledge my grandmother, but when she tried to get close to her, Tootsie would dash away. For several weeks, this continued, until the winter got worse, and my grandmother was afraid she wouldn't survive out alone. A neighbor's daughter volunteered at a vet's office, and agreed to help trap her to bring her inside. So Tootsie became an indoor cat against her will, but she adapted and grew to love my Nan. Nan wasted no time in naming her, she knew her name would be Tootsie! We would visit my grand-mother once every week, and we NEVER saw Tootsie, only the damage she would leave behind to her cat toys. Even my grandfather took a shining to her.
After a few years, after my grandfather had passed away, my grandmother needed to move in with my aunt because she was to frail to care for herself. My aunt, while she loves animals, was severely allergic to cats, so Tootsie had to stay behind. For months, Tootsie lived in the house all alone. My cousin would go feed her, but she would not come out to see anyone. It was as if she were a ferral cat all over again, without human contact or affection.
My mother was loosing her apartment, and moved into my grandparents house while they were trying to get it ready to put on the market. She moved in with her own cat, Harley, a soft-hearted Maine Coon Cat. As it turns out, Harley was a little tougher than we thought, and she repeatedly antagonized Tootsie and backed her behind furniture. This upset my mother terribly. My aunt "decided" it may be better off putting Tootsie to sleep, since she could not be domesticated to be anyone's companion. When my husband and I heard this was the plan, we stepped up and brought her home with us!
I wish I could say she loved us immediately and we lived happily ever after, but it was not that simple! She was not happy in our large house, and she confined herself on the top shelf in the closet of a back bedroom that wasn't used. She stayed there from December until August. I would repeatedly visit her in her little safe area, standing on a chair and talk to her, and she'd sit on her blanket, and stare at me. Eventually, she allowed me to pat her, and then Mark was able to pat her. I remember one day in August I was lying on the floor in the bedroom, looking up at Tootsie when she was sitting on her shelf, when all of a sudden, she jumped down and came out to see me! That was the turning point, and thereafter, she started getting more brave and more trusting of us!
Brave angel, who walked through fire!
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Blazer's sister Tootsie has joined her at the Rainbow Bri
Tootsie has survived several natural disasters in her lifetime: she ran away just before Hurricanes Charlie and Frances in 2004, and on March 7, 2009 she survived our house exploding, caving in on all of us, and then catching on fire. I could not find her, and had to escape into the night in my nightgown and barefeet with my husband, mother-in-law, and her chihuaua. I screamed for my Blazer Baby and Tootsie as I watched my house become engulfed in flames. After several minutes, I caught a glimpse of a sleek black cat run from the burning house, and into the vacant wooded lot next door! We set traps each day afterwards, and on Wednesday morning (2 days after her step-sister Blazer died from her burn related wounds) Tootsie returned to us! We are spoiling her rotten, as she now owns more things than her daddy or I do now! We are so proud of how super strong she is...if only she could speak human (or, if only I could understand cat fluently) the stories she could tell! She ought to write a book!!
Even Superheros must rest:
On July 22, 2009 Tootsie went to relax finally at the Rainbow Bridge. It was a very sudden and extremely unexpected passing; she had not shown any signs of being sick until Monday July 20th, when I returned home after a 14 hour shift and she was cowering under the coffee table, instead of greeting me at the door. She was very weak. I could't take the day off of work (I'm a nurse and can't just call out)so my husband brought her to the vet, who said she was critical and needed critical care. He took her to the same Animal Emergency Hospital and to the same ICU room Blazer had been in just 4 months earlier after the fire. I slept on the couch to be close to the telephone, which rang several times that night with bad news over and over. Her final morning, I was in no shape to drive, from crying all night long. Fortunately, it was a day off for me, but my husband couldn't call out either (since he was late the day before with all the vet trips), so I waited and waited and waited for my mother in law to wake up to drive me to the hospital. When she woke up and I told her the worsening news; that Tootsie's core body temperature was dangerously low, despite the warming cage and warm IV fluids, and her lungs were not tolerating the extra fluid, she quickly got dressed. The vet called while she was finishing dressing, and said he honestly didn't think she would last very much longer. We jumped into her car, and she drove as fast as she could (and she's no speed demon!) We got there, and she was so weak. I stuffed my body as much as I could into her cage so she could feel me. I brought to her her favorite toy, her ball with feathers on the end that she would flip into the air, and then jump and catch it, and my nightgown. She loved curling up against me, and I wanted her to have my scent to provide what litle comfort and peace to her that I could. On our drive to the hospital, naturally I called my husband. He arrived shortly after I did. He walked into the ICU room, and I had Tootise in my arms, wrapped in my nightgown, with her ball resting on her chest. She was struggling to breathe, it was evident her time was near. The vet started to talk about helping her transition to the Bridge gently (I think she thought she would have to convince me, but I knew she was suffering) and I said, without hesitation, it was time. Daddy and I stroked her, and covered her in tears and kisses as she finally took her last, labored breath.
Tootsie returning to us after the fire and after loosing Blazer from the fire WAS a miracle. To say that she healed our hearts and souls is an understatement!! It was so comforting caring for her while literally rebuilding our life after loosing EVERYTHING in that horrendous fire. I never EVER thought she would be taken from us so soon! She was an extrodinary cat, and she is still loved and missed every single day! Now we are in our new house, a house we picked to build on the same land with her in mind because of all the low-set windows and large screened-in-porch, it's hearbreaking knowing that she never got to enjoy it, and she never got to develop a bond with her new sister, Amber.
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