ruby55
Well-Known Member
So Lucky the cat came in the house at about 10 days old. Her parents were feral. We were cutting back some weeds, & discovered a nest of newborn kittens. We left them there, but Momcat decided the little white one wasn't worth it, I guess. She laid there for over 24 hours when we brought her in. I was amazed that we were able to keep her alive; newborn kittens are kind of delicate.
Lucky had absolutely no cat manners, couldn't deal with other cats at all. She was always very comfortable around bullmastiffs, however, & kind of adopted their philosophy on life. Eat, poop, sleep. During her younger years, she drove us crazy, shooting out of nowhere to attack & swing on our braids & ponytails (both my housemate & I have very long hair). Bullmastiff tails were fun to ride, too. We had a fire a couple of years back; Lucky could not be found by us, or the fire department. She showed up 3 days later, covered in soot, but apparently healthy. We would laugh every time she wandered in the room with soot streaks all over her face from trying to wash it with dirty feet.
We had a game; I would hunch over, yell, "Come here!" and she would do that low crawl/run, just staying out of my reach. She also like to box, sitting up, slapping our hands.
Every night/morning when I would come home from work, Lucky would be waiting at the top of the stairs, trying to open my bedroom door. She would frequently hit the light switch, turning on the light for me. She would come in, rub my legs, get a chin scratch, then go to the door to go back out.
She died last week from feline leukemia. She probably was born with it, and spent 4 years being an obnoxious kitty who loved/hated everyone. It finally got her.
Even with 5 dogs in the house, it seems empty when I come home in the wee hours & no one turns on the light for me. I miss her.
Lucky had absolutely no cat manners, couldn't deal with other cats at all. She was always very comfortable around bullmastiffs, however, & kind of adopted their philosophy on life. Eat, poop, sleep. During her younger years, she drove us crazy, shooting out of nowhere to attack & swing on our braids & ponytails (both my housemate & I have very long hair). Bullmastiff tails were fun to ride, too. We had a fire a couple of years back; Lucky could not be found by us, or the fire department. She showed up 3 days later, covered in soot, but apparently healthy. We would laugh every time she wandered in the room with soot streaks all over her face from trying to wash it with dirty feet.
We had a game; I would hunch over, yell, "Come here!" and she would do that low crawl/run, just staying out of my reach. She also like to box, sitting up, slapping our hands.
Every night/morning when I would come home from work, Lucky would be waiting at the top of the stairs, trying to open my bedroom door. She would frequently hit the light switch, turning on the light for me. She would come in, rub my legs, get a chin scratch, then go to the door to go back out.
She died last week from feline leukemia. She probably was born with it, and spent 4 years being an obnoxious kitty who loved/hated everyone. It finally got her.
Even with 5 dogs in the house, it seems empty when I come home in the wee hours & no one turns on the light for me. I miss her.
