Losing a Friend (With Pictures)
A while back I wrote a diary asking for help with litter box trouble. Well, after years and years of trying everything we could think of, we can't think of any other choice than to re-home the little guy. I guess I should have expected this after we moved into a condo with carpet a couple years ago and have had to spend a fortune dealing with that and the stress that came with it.
I'm definitely concerned for my other 2 cats. They will no doubt miss him as they've been together almost 9 years.
Still, in spite of that, he's happier outdoors. So my mother-in-law is gonna pick him up and bring him to our no-kill vet. And they have contacts with several farms they feel he might do well with so finding him a place he'll be happy at may not be a problem.
I still remember the day my mom brought home a plastic crate with a metal grate taped on top nearly 10 years ago. I got it open and there was this tiny cream colored kitten not more than a few weeks old. I took him with me when I was basically 'adopted', but I'll tell that story some other time.
I'll miss him, but I'm sure he'll be in good hands.
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You hid the thumber! but i found it
Was afraid I wasn't going to be able to thumb you!
I miss my kitty Tay. (Tete-a-tete).
I feel ya friend.
Think happy thoughts.
Peace love joy.
With their hearts they turned to each others heart for refuge
In troubled years that came before the deluge
*Jackson Browne, 1974, Before the Deluge https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SX-HFcSIoU
We've had litter box issues recently
but seem to have found an equilibrium.
Here's our 'found cat', Purfleet, pretending to be laundry.
Gëzuar!!
from a reasonably stable genius.
It's tough, been through that with a found dog
I think we even named him, and gave him off to our local SPCA. We called him Ubu. He did get rehomed; we had given him away with the intention that if he was not re-homed we would take him back. We already had two dogs. I had not thought of him, now beyond his life span.
Hey! my dear friends or soon-to-be's, JtC could use the donations to keep this site functioning for those of us who can still see the life preserver or flotsam in the water.
I had to re-home once
when we lived in a place where we weren't supposed to have cats and a friend left us theirs that they could not take with them moving to another state. He was a good cat but he went over into the neighbors yard and started pulling out the grass plugs the neighbor had trying to get a small lawn to grow. I got lucky and so did Splinter, he went to a friend who had a total of 9 cats, some of them totally outdoors, and there was a nice field full of mice right next door. She brought me pictures of Splinter when he was settled in and boy did he look happy. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you that yours ends up out on that farm, hunting mice and having a blast.
Only a fool lets someone else tell him who his enemy is. Assata Shakur
We tried to rehome a cat that adopted us when we were living in
Army housing. She "christened" every home we ever lived in, but we really tried to find her a new home when she attacked our 13 month old daughter, seriously scratching up one of the baby's calfs with her back claws. I called several shelters and was referred to a woman who might help. Instead I got a lecture about people who get an animal and want to get rid of it when they have the least little problem.
We ended up keeping Annie until she died at what we estimated was age 17. We even took her to Germany with us where she was a fur-in teaser-its harassing the local cats because we could not keep her in or she would pee everywhere.
I wish I had been able to find her a better home than us. We seem to be dog people. We have a dog now and although he isn't neutered he has only had one accident in our house the first morning we had him. He's never had one since. Annie probably would have been much happier with true cat people.
"The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now do you begin to understand me?" ~Orwell, "1984"
If there's one thing Mr. Mittens loves, it's climbing trees.
Actually, he'd been climbing trees since he was a kitten and we once lived in an apartment with a screened in porch. He clawed through the screen and climbed the tree in the back yard.
He was a nice lap cat but he loves being outdoors. I'm sure he'll get a good home.
Modern education is little more than toeing the line for the capitalist pigs.
Guerrilla Liberalism won't liberate the US or the world from the iron fist of capital.
A cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do. Long may he climb!
"The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now do you begin to understand me?" ~Orwell, "1984"