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Furry, furry dude, hairy, hairy-face, furrrrrrr
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April 25th 1992
Black Tiger and White
attention! give him attention and he'll roll right off the cat tree.
another cat going in HIS cat box.
fur mice, balls and paper wads
Favorite Nap Spot:
in a cat house in the cat tree.
he is on a special diet- Hills K/D and Hairball Lite
barfing the biggest hair-balls!!!!!
Furry came to me like all the others...no one wanted a full grown cat that needed neuturing or special care (what? spend money on a cat????you must be nuts!!!!). he was found with a fish hook stuck in his mouth by a caring woman. she couldn't have pets and didn't know what to do with him. i adopted him and now he is a sweet, healthy and happy loving member of my home. just one of twelve.
all i can say is....yes, they are cute as kittens but they grow up. they require care and attention. they are breathing, feeling and loving creatures. don't get them if you are not going to be committed to their care for the rest of their lives! there is no excuse for throwing them away like a sack of garbarge. if you can't dedicate your self to them for their care and welfare....then don't get them in the first place, they are not toys and shouldn't be used as such!
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"Canadian Kitties" who want to be Friends with all Kitties..., *HAPPY KITTIES*
I've Been On Catster Since:
|December 11th 2004
||More than 9 years!
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I Am Your Cat
I am your cat, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper
in your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some
have children to raise. It always seems like you are running
here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the
truly grand things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See
the way my eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray
hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in
mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no
other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all
trespasses of prior wrongdoing for just a simple moment of your
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to
be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words
you read on that screen, of others of my kind passing.
Sometimes we die young and, oh, so quickly; sometimes so suddenly
it wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not
even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with
grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long
sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have
when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at
yourself that you did not have just "one more day" with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves
me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me,
and look deep into my eyes.
What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk,
you and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as "alpha" or as "owner" or even "Mom or Dad,"
come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look
deep into one another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you
something about the fun of batting toys, or I may tell you
something profound about myself, or even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to
share such things with. Someone very different from you, and
here I am.
I am a cat, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical
senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and
I do not think of you as a "cat on two feet" -- I know what you
You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow down
if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper
into my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will
know your true self.
We may not have tomorrow, and life is, oh, so very short . . . .
~ Author Unknown
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