My Furchildren

Hi, this week is one year since my all time favorite cat, Maxwell had to be put to sleep due to oral cancer. I miss him terribly, and lost another to a stroke in May. Maxwell was a beautiful white and grey pattern polydactyl kitty and was the kitty love of my life. He was about 15 years old, he was a stray that my husband had since about 1991. The other one, Samantha was a beautiful stripy, she was 19 years old and actually belonged to my husband, he had her since she was about 8 weeks old. Both of these kitties lived very long full and happy lives but although that makes me happy in one way it does not make it any easier to lose them. Maxwell loved me best, and spent every night curled up around my arm with his chin in my hand for pets. He yelled at me when it was time to go to bed. Came running when I got home from work. And responded immediately if I asked, "where is my kitty?" We have three kitties left: Smokey the Cat, a large grey with a white spot under his chin, he is the largest but also the baby, he is about 9 years old. He is a very cat like fellow, who has spent the last months sleeping under the Christmas tree, we haven't taken it down because I feel bad about taking his spot away from him. We also have Mr. Spock, a very sweet delicate looking grey stripy with the softest fur I have ever touched. He is very even tempered and sweet, but beware on the rare occasions that he gets upset he turns into a fierce grizzly bear, he sits up on his back legs and pulls out these razor claws shredding anyone in his way. Mr. Spock is about 13 years old. And we have Willamena. Willamena is a bit strange, she is rather oblivious to the rest of the world, spending hours sitting and watching blank walls like there is a movie being shown. I would never let anything happen to her, she is one of our children, but if she found someone she just loved and wanted to go home with, who would take good care of her, I would let her go. She just has never seemed to care too much for either my husband or myself, but then that may be because she hasn't noticed yet that she lives with us. Willamena is about 11 years old. I guess because I am still hurting about losing Maxwell and just feel like talking about him this week I decided to introduce you all to my furchildren.

Thank you for sharing such a close thing to your heart. I too have a kitty, he's name is Bugeye. I got him at 8 weeks and he has become a very important baby in my life. He is all black and really a loving baby. He loves it when company comes over because he knows that he will get special attention from my friends who are all animal lovers themselves. The only difference is that all my friends have dogs, I'm the only one with a kitty. When I first got him, my friends threw me a Kitty Shower, and he got lots of toys and goodies. People that found out afterwards thought we were crazy to do that, but why not have a celebration for our 4 legged babies! Willamena sounds like she might be missing Maxwell and probably doesn't understand why he is no longer there. I talk to my baby, maybe talking to her about what you are feeling will help her understand. She probably senses your feelings of sadness. Well, thank you for introducing me to your babies...Have a blessed day~

Hi Cheryl, So sorry to hear about your loss. I know it is especially tough when you love our babies like we do. I had one like Willamena and would you believe she finally developed a personality after twelve years? Check my other post and you can see pictures of mine. Know that Maxwell is looking down at you with all his love felt from a lifetime of joy spent with you. It's time for me to take my youngest to be neutered and I just hate him being away for the night...I have a great vet but I hate the thought that he will think he's been dumped some place and doesn't know where he is.