Wednesday, June 14, 2006
MY 1ST PAIR OF CATS-TABBY AND WHISKERS
my first 2 which we got when i was only a little past toddler age, and lasted to my 20's were pre idiot cameras and so less documented sadly, but i have done them in my art. and i still remeber the best about them.
both were from the only litter of cats of my dad's cat nicky. a short haired black cat who was a bit of a biting bitch. and also had a white patch on her neck and a smily face on her belly. go figure.
parents divorced by then. a big tabby tom knocked nicky up at the little cottage apt my dad had in the middle-outer core. i still sort of remember it even tho i only remember being there once. my brother and i got to have pink squirrels (alcoholic ice cream!) and we jumped on his bed. maybe the only time i ever was 'drunk'.
<< Whiskers
well, nicky had 5 kittens. he moved and after their eyes opened they came to us before being adopted. there was one short haired black, 2 long haired blacks and one long haired tabby? and a short haired one. we took a short haired female-Tabby (or princess as my mom insisted even if we never called her that) and of the 2 black long haired ones, one had a white whisker. that was my Whiskers.
when we had all 5, they ruined the front window sheers by climbimg them. remember that. the 1st one to go was the short haired black one.
<< Tabby
when they were just the 2 and still very small, one morning i heard one wailing and discovered tabby caught by the neck in the black fabric under this rust chair we had. i tell mom. who was still in bed. she didn't want to deal with it.(she would prefer the corspe???), so the 4 1/2 year old me weilds the scissors alone and cuts her free. heh, you should have seen what i did to my bangs.
um, let's see. dad always called them slugs cause whenever he saw them they would be one big kitty ball. as i got older i realized they had quite the sex life. sigh. once on my back. thank you very much. whisker's was always the quite the romantic. tabby always got a little foreplay and just a gentle nip on the neck.
both would come under the covers with me and let me pet them. always sleep next to me.
oh, and never ever did they eat dry food, but actually back then that could have killed whisker's. ash content back then could kill black males. whisker's was a very VERY smart cat. starved them 3 days trying to get him to eat dry. but bo. but then every morning i got a cat wake up call to feed them. on weekends. it would be 1 cat and if that didn't work the other would try and if that didn't work, both cats did it.
later when i had moved out with them, tabby got some tumors on her belly. at about 15 yrs. whiskers actually got smaller 'sympathetic' ones that disappeared afer hers were removed-non-cancerous. but around 17-18 her kidneys started failing and i didn't realise. so she was put to sleep around then. i tried giving her sleeping pills myself, but it didn't kill her!
whisker kisneys started to go around 19 or so, but we knew what it was so we could treat him. he HATED his 'special food'. always had to have some baby food mixed in. gave him IVs. but then milwaukee had cryptosporidium and that was too much and soon after he died in my arms.
and the next few weeks catless were the worst fucking weeks. and then pansy and cosmo.
my first 2 which we got when i was only a little past toddler age, and lasted to my 20's were pre idiot cameras and so less documented sadly, but i have done them in my art. and i still remeber the best about them.
both were from the only litter of cats of my dad's cat nicky. a short haired black cat who was a bit of a biting bitch. and also had a white patch on her neck and a smily face on her belly. go figure.
parents divorced by then. a big tabby tom knocked nicky up at the little cottage apt my dad had in the middle-outer core. i still sort of remember it even tho i only remember being there once. my brother and i got to have pink squirrels (alcoholic ice cream!) and we jumped on his bed. maybe the only time i ever was 'drunk'.
<< Whiskerswell, nicky had 5 kittens. he moved and after their eyes opened they came to us before being adopted. there was one short haired black, 2 long haired blacks and one long haired tabby? and a short haired one. we took a short haired female-Tabby (or princess as my mom insisted even if we never called her that) and of the 2 black long haired ones, one had a white whisker. that was my Whiskers.
when we had all 5, they ruined the front window sheers by climbimg them. remember that. the 1st one to go was the short haired black one.
<< Tabbywhen they were just the 2 and still very small, one morning i heard one wailing and discovered tabby caught by the neck in the black fabric under this rust chair we had. i tell mom. who was still in bed. she didn't want to deal with it.(she would prefer the corspe???), so the 4 1/2 year old me weilds the scissors alone and cuts her free. heh, you should have seen what i did to my bangs.
um, let's see. dad always called them slugs cause whenever he saw them they would be one big kitty ball. as i got older i realized they had quite the sex life. sigh. once on my back. thank you very much. whisker's was always the quite the romantic. tabby always got a little foreplay and just a gentle nip on the neck.
both would come under the covers with me and let me pet them. always sleep next to me.
oh, and never ever did they eat dry food, but actually back then that could have killed whisker's. ash content back then could kill black males. whisker's was a very VERY smart cat. starved them 3 days trying to get him to eat dry. but bo. but then every morning i got a cat wake up call to feed them. on weekends. it would be 1 cat and if that didn't work the other would try and if that didn't work, both cats did it.
later when i had moved out with them, tabby got some tumors on her belly. at about 15 yrs. whiskers actually got smaller 'sympathetic' ones that disappeared afer hers were removed-non-cancerous. but around 17-18 her kidneys started failing and i didn't realise. so she was put to sleep around then. i tried giving her sleeping pills myself, but it didn't kill her!
whisker kisneys started to go around 19 or so, but we knew what it was so we could treat him. he HATED his 'special food'. always had to have some baby food mixed in. gave him IVs. but then milwaukee had cryptosporidium and that was too much and soon after he died in my arms.
and the next few weeks catless were the worst fucking weeks. and then pansy and cosmo.
