tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251552661110335034.post4751517155469794147..comments2010-06-10T14:10:09.797+01:00Angelnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251552661110335034.post-65552657829896091502008-08-19T15:23:00.000+01:002008-08-19T15:23:00.000+01:00I dearly loved my cat. We were extremely close. I got him as a very young kitten. It was love at first sight for both of us.<BR/><BR/>As a kitten he would sleep on my chest and tuck his head under my chin. As he grew, he needed the full length of my lap (and outstretched legs) to lie down.<BR/><BR/>When I got home from work the first thing I had to do was lie down on the bed so he could lie on my body (still tucking his head under my chin) and cuddle for a time - it was relaxing for both of us.<BR/><BR/>He was full of love, affection and intelligence. He would curl up on a table beside the bird cage and not bother them a bit.<BR/><BR/>He's passed on now and I miss him. Every time I see a ginger tabby I want one again.pinkpalacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10948136550621948322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251552661110335034.post-39911026989454112902008-08-17T13:31:00.000+01:002008-08-17T13:31:00.000+01:00I have three cats, Hank (age 19), Weird (age 10), and Milbert, (age 3). All of them are totally different personalities. Hank is openly affectionate and welcoming to everyone he sees, including total strangers. Weird takes awhile, but she'll come out of her shell and tentatively come up for a little petting if the company sticks around long enough..and if you don't talk loud. And Milbert (despite the name, Milbert is a girl) is devoted to me. She is starting to warm up to my husband, but she still only shows affection to me. But at least now she'll play with my husband occasionally. Any other visitors to the house, and she's gone into hiding the minute the doorbell rings. All of my kitties have different temperaments, and I love all three of them and treasure and cherish them for their differences.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251552661110335034.post-74647177277825003702008-08-14T20:01:00.000+01:002008-08-14T20:01:00.000+01:00I took care of four kittens from the shelter last year. They'd lost their mother around day 5 of their life. I had to teach them how to eat from a bottle and feed them every 2-4 hours for a month. Wow, that was a lot of work. I don't have kids of my own, but I have an idea of what it takes now. But, the love I got back (and the TRUST) from them was amazing. I found two homes so each could be with one of their siblings. I know they're happy and loved and couldn't ask for more. Here's Blue in our water fountain http://www.shotinthelight.com/portraitpageFirst.htmAmanda Lynnewww.superkidsread.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251552661110335034.post-50776295873549370332008-08-14T06:53:00.000+01:002008-08-14T06:53:00.000+01:00My cats always place their "gifts" in front of my refrigerator. I assume they see that as my food dish.arbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12891308532655388333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251552661110335034.post-982747376284945252008-08-13T23:22:00.000+01:002008-08-13T23:22:00.000+01:00I have to give my cat story... or favorite one, at least. My young tabby Otto, was friendly, but not a lover. One day he fell down an open window into my basement (it was an apartment and I didn't have access) and couldn't get out... we didn't think about him for several days as he was an outside/inside cat and was regularly gone for many days. One day I heard him meowing faintly while I was asleep and went to investigate. I eventually located him in the basement, and while lying on the ground (it was a half in-ground basement with a small window at ground level to the outside), I reached down as far as I could and called to him. He jumped up to my hand so I could catch him and haul him out... he loved me dearly ever since. That wasn't the story, just the precursor to the actual story. After that time I worried about him when he was gone for several days. On one of those instances I went outside and called "OTTO" several times, I heard a low 'tinkle, tinKLE, TINKLE', growing steadily louder (he had a bell on) until he finally came into view. He ran right up to me, jumped up to my hand, then ran off again just as quickly 'TINKLE TINkle tinkle' off into the distance.... he just wanted me to know that he was ok. I love him dearly.Chris Mikaitisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251552661110335034.post-69284857830467833512008-08-13T23:03:00.000+01:002008-08-13T23:03:00.000+01:00Indeed, cats are wonderful creatures, but I must also say some specimens are mostly anything but graceful. One of my own cats, well, runs into a lot of obstacles every day. But he makes up for it in the affection department: many mornings he just jumps up the bed for a petting.ILUsionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382867839107584411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251552661110335034.post-62124606731455878742008-08-13T14:59:00.000+01:002008-08-13T14:59:00.000+01:00yes, i agree with the intelligence, courage, cleverness and affection of cats. i have a tabby named gandalf who brings rodents as gifts, then sometimes decides he wants to eat the top part--so i get a lovely gift of what i call "rat-pants"--yummmmmMEE.mommy gnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251552661110335034.post-47061933971997072372008-08-13T06:35:00.000+01:002008-08-13T06:35:00.000+01:00I totally agree. Cats are amazing creatures. I have one that is very intelligent and very affectionate. However, she will surely let you know if you make her mad. She is also ALWAYS back home in time.<BR/><BR/>Also, once she brought back a baby rattlesnake alive as a "gift". She didn't get hurt and apparently neither did the snake. She likes to bring back live gifts every so often, I always let them go.Mark Reaveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15679486284311976383noreply@blogger.com