Random Girl!

Random Girl! It was love at first sight! You were six months old when I met you. A rescue kitty with a full multicolored coat full of patches of white, tan, beige, and black. Your little face with a permanent mask half black. Your amazing green gem colored eyes were piercing. 

Random Girl! Fast forward to the present. It is hard to believe you are already eight. A temperamental four-legged being with a mind of her own! Always good at letting me know that your litter is full, leaving me presents. You give cuddly love only on your terms.

Random Girl! When I am sick, you are there. If there is someone at the door, you forget you are a cat. Heck! You even play with a ball like a dog.

Random Girl! With all that you give I won’t trade you for no other. My love for you is unconditional to the end.

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Our Lucky

Lucky, our cat is very cute. Doesn’t he look peaceful in his sleep?  What is he dreaming about? A chase up a tree after a squirrel, perhaps?  On the hunt after a rabbit in the yard?  He is probably dreaming about leaving a gift for me outside on the walkway.

In real life Lucky is not a hunter, but my other cat Phantom was. She was the huntress and has long passed. Lucky used to watch her as she go on her hunt, but he was never brazen enough to do the hunting.

Animal bad habits?  Lucky snores like a human. He can be quite startling, if you are not expecting it. If you close your eyes? You can easily imagine a person in the room doing the snoring.

Lucky has a good appetite, but is pretty needy. He originally belonged to my sister. We suspect that prior to my sister adopting him, he was abused. The story goes, as a kitten, Lucky was flung out of a truck.  Truth or not, I tend to believe it, based on his behavior.

Lucky has been with us about ten years. I always said that he belonged to us. Each time I visited my sister, he would come by me, being his owner was destined.

Lucky is an older cat, he tends to sleep most of the day and go out at night to do his business. That is the cat world!

My Phantom Girl

It has been about two years since my cat; Phantom passed away and memories of her come fluttering through my mind. She was elderly, but in good shape for her years, maintaining her weight at eight and a half pounds. She was a trooper until the end. On her last evening, she comfortably laid down on our lawn and went in her sleep. I, imagine that she did not suffer.

A week or two prior I did notice that her walk was stiff. She was not as agile as a young kitty. I adopted Phantom from my dear friend, Joyce. Phantom and her family found their way to her house. Joyce took notice; she got all of them taken care of at the Vets and eventually found homes for all of them. Joyce and I worked together at the time.

One day, she approached me about adopting. I was unsure whether I should take on another pet. I did not have the best of luck with pets, plus I tend to get very attached to animals.

Finally, I agreed for Joyce to bring the cat to my house. From the moment, I saw her; I was in love,  so beautiful with all those colors of brown, rust and black. She was a calico cat, plus she had the extra toes like a Hemingway or a snowshoe cat. The best part, she looked like she was wearing a mask, half across her face was black and the other beige which made her green eyes appear even brighter.

Phantom, as a young cat she was very adventurous. My first scare with her? She lodged herself somehow behind the kitchen cabinet. I could not figure out how she did it. I thought I’d have to break the cabinet to rescue her, but she came out on her own.

On other occasions, she would jump from one wall shelf to another. Oh and the frosting on the cake? She would climb the center of our tree at Christmas time. I would not notice until the tree would tremble, tree ornaments would come flying off. She decided to do these activities at night. In case you did not know, cats are nocturnal. She was a challenge during that time, but she eventually outgrew all of those habits.

As an older cat, she liked coming in and out of the house. She hunted I did not like the idea at all especially when she would leave me what was left over from her hunt in front of our walkway.

With all of the challenges along the way I loved Phantom. She would make any owner proud. She was as loyal as can be. If I were sick,  she would jump on my bed, and I would feel her wet nose as she touched mine. It was her way of making sure that I was okay.

The memories of my Phantom Girl will always be in my heart.