Purred: Fri Mar 27, '09 11:06am PST |
 |  |  |  | Our dad had two cats Bernie (Bernadette) and Maggie (Margaret) who were adopted from a local shelter in 1991. Bernie crossed the bridge in January of 2007 from renal failure. My dads decided since Maggie was older and set in her ways, they would wait to adopt any new kitties and let Maggie live the rest of her days owning the house herself.
In August of 2007, a little orange and white kitty was found along a street near my dad's work. She was so small, hungry and dirty... and dad fell in love with her immediately! She needed a good life and dad couldn't see bringing her to a shelter as the first few weeks of her life were tough enough...
Dad had always talked about having three kitties in the future and naming them after one of his most favorite childhood movies... Laurel and Hardy's March of the Wooden Soldiers (he would watch it with his family every holiday season).
Thus, the beautiful little orange furbaby was named Bo Peep.
Bo Peep lived with Maggie for a few months, but it was obvious she had waaaay too much energy for 16 year old Maggie. In October of 2007, off they went to the shelter that Maggie and Bernie had been adopted 16 years earlier.
That was where they found lil ole MOI, hanging from the side of a cage with one paw... smiling like heck to be noticed. I guess my charm worked, because I was the next kitty adopted... and given the name (from March of the Wooden Soldiers) of Barnaby (the BAD guy.. can you believe it? And I'm such a lovebug!).
The three of us lived happily together and had lots of fun! In early 2008, Bo Peep started to have some medical problems... tremors, UTI's and seizures. My dads tried everything... vets, phone calls, research.. but Bo Bo got too sick too quickly and crossed the bridge before a definite diagnosis was made. It was thought she had a liver shunt. BoBo was barely a year old.
So, it was just Maggie and I.. and of course, I was too much for Maggie by herself. A few weeks after BoBo crossed, my dads again went to the shelter. Still trying to cope with the loss of Bo, they looked at kitties and decided to wait.. it wasn't time yet to adopt. On the way out the door, dad turned around and happened to catch the eye of a little kitty in a cage that was not in the cat room, but in with bunnies! Their eyes met and that was it! She look so much like Bo, but had a completely different "look" to her.
Of course, Dad didn't want to name her Bo Peep, since there can be only one... he wasn't worried about the "March" theme and decided to call this new little girl ^Willow^.
So, the house was now full again with Maggie, Willow and myself. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be for long. Dear Maggie became very ill with renal failure and finally crossed the bridge a week later.. leaving just Willow and myself.
A few weeks later, my dads decided it was time to once again visit the shelter to rescue one more kitty. Dad had always dreamt of having a silver tabby named TomTom (the third name from "March"). Although he's not silver, but a beautiful tabby, TomTom was adopted and came home with us in late August, 2008.
So there you have it! Our family is complete for now.. we're all healthy.. and although we don't all have names from March of the Wooden Soldiers, our daddies love us TONS!
Sorry to be so long winded! Love reading all these posts!
Headbonks!
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