Comments on: She Was Evil…But I Loved Her.

By: knittykitty

knittykitty — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 02:48:08 +0000

Cat owners of the word unite! I had a cat growing up for 18 years, mind you, she was only 2 year younger than my bro so she was like a little sis. She wasn’t your typical bitchy kitty, but maybe that’s because she claimed me as her own. My folks put her down 5 years ago and I still miss her everyday. I adopted my first kitty since a few weeks ago and I can only hope that she lives up to the legend. So far so good! Thanks for the good cry!

By: wordwych

wordwych — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 05:54:36 +0000

Mockarena, thank you for (a) adopting Kitty Kitty from the Humane Society, (b) putting up with her kit-b*tchy eccentricities instead of pitching her out - as far too many people do when animals don’t adhere to their expectations - (c) giving her a loving home, and (d) letting her go in your arms when the time came for her to be let go.

I’ve had cats all my life, and I wept copiously when the time came for me to let them go. I still miss them all, especially Medusa the Screaming B*tch (aka “Vet Eater,” who was my version of your Kitty Kitty, and whose disenchantment with all things veterinary led my vet to say, “I don’t know how this cat can weight only 7 pounds. She always looks so much bigger when she’s flying through the air towards my face”), and The Boy Queens, my two shamelessly gay male cats who now lie side by side in the corner of the yard under stone markers my dad had made bearing their names.

Your Kitty Kitty looks rather like the wee tuxedo-kitty gent I’ve just adopted from a litter I fostered for a local animal rescue network. Yeah, I know. The idea is to foster, not keep ‘em, but all of Bertie Wooster’s siblings got adopted and he didn’t, and the little sucker wormed his way right into my heart. I’ll be getting another couple of fosters this weekend, and I hope they’ll go into great homes like the one you provided for Kitty Kitty.

By: justforlaughs

justforlaughs — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 20:53:31 +0000

This post just brings on so many memories…made me cry like a baby.
We found our cat abandoned with 6 little kittens in a cardboard box in a shopping center. Mama cat was starving because she didn’t want to leave her babies alone to hunt for food. We took them all home and to the vet, nursed them back to health, found homes for all the kittens and kept the mama. Another unoriginal name, Whiskers, was the love of our lives, she would go outside in the backyard with the boys when they were younger (8 and 10) and one time a dog came into the yard and she stood between my kids and a large dog to protect them,hissing and snarling. She was not afraid of anything or anyone, but she was the most lovable little kitty ever…she stayed with us as part of our family until she died of old age. I still miss her after 5 years…

By: Mockarena

Mockarena — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 18:28:18 +0000

Awwww! Totally all weepy over Mr. Mock’s (meerkatspanker) comment. Honey - she was definitely yours too. You were with her for 10 of those 19 years!!

Thanks to everyone else for sharing their stories too!

I neglected to mention that Mr. Mock was also deeply loved by Kitty Kitty, although it took her about a year to fully accept him as part of the household. Once she did though, he was her favorite!

By: meerkat spanker

meerkat spanker — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 16:39:22 +0000

I miss her very much too mock. I regret removing her from my lap all those times those last few months. If I would have know the end was coming, well I would have done things differently. I only had her for a few of those 19 years, but she felt like mine too. I’m not ashamed to say I cried also. She will always be with us.

By: mlm

mlm — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:21:37 +0000

Thanks, Jennifer, for making me cry at work!

By: mlm

mlm — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:15:32 +0000

Oh. My. God. This could be my story of my cat, almost verbatim. I got my Tigger when he was 6 weeks old. My cat was 18 when the howling started–horrible, screaming howls almost all night. When he turned 19, he started losing weight and sneezing a lot. His eyes ran, too. The vet thought it might be an infected tooth, so she pulled it. After it didn’t get well, she determined it was oral cancer and we had him put down in August 2006. My cat, however, was a big, fat, sweet teddy bear who loved everyone and everyone (even people who weren’t “cat” people) loved him. Even the vet cried with me when she put him down. I kept gasping when I was reading your story, Mock, because it is so similar to mine. (except for the evil-ness)

By: sbarros

sbarros — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:46:54 +0000

I am a long time cat lover since discovering them at the wee age of 4. Right now I have 7 cats plus 4 kittens (2 of which are up for adoption still). At one point I had 12, but that was over a decade ago. Cats, in my view, are far superior to dogs, because they are self maintaining. My special kitty, Leo, sleeps with me all the time and whenever I am ill, he never leaves my side. I have lost many cats along the way and I keep their ashes so that when I go, we will all be reunited in ashen form. Creepy? Perhaps. But I have bonds with them greater than I have with some family members.

Remember, the Egyptians worshipped cats for a reason. They believed (as some modern religions still do) that cats ward off evil spirits.

On a personal note, Mock, I know of that howling sound too. My Duckie died in 1996 after being poisoned by our neighbor. She made it less than 24 hours after that howling sound began. And I cried for years and sometimes still do…you never forget the special ones.

By: SnarkyBritches

SnarkyBritches — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 11:27:24 +0000

Aaaaaaand crap - Anonymous again. Sheesh. I bet it was P.K.’s doing, messing with me one more time.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 11:25:43 +0000

When I was growing up, my mom’s cat disdained anyone in the house except Mom. You’d go to pet her and - you know how cats have elevator-butt where they’ll arch their backs up to meet the petting hand? Well, P.K. (Pretty Kitty - we were original, too) would actually arch AWAY from the hand… like try to touch the floor with her belly pooch. Yeah, that cat loved… not.

However - and this is the point of this story - if any one of us were sick, P.K. wouldn’t let us leave her sight. I remember one particularly bad time I had bronchitis. I spent the day dozing in and out of the drug-induced haze on the couch. P.K. sat on the arm of the couch hearest my feet and Never Moved All Day Long. I guess she was protecting me, in the best way she knew how?

P.K. was also 19 when Mom had to make the decision. That was 8 years ago, and Mom still gets misty-eyed when she talks of her.

Blessings to you, Mock and Dame. Cats are special.