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On this page you will see visitors cats and storys

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E-mail your cat photos and storys to me at megscatshotel@aol.com
 

Raphael - nickname 'Waffers' - black and very fluffy, she is in her 15th year, has a white tip at the end of her tail which we're sure is magic! She loves to put her front paws on my knees whilst I brush my horse's fetlocks and shares in the grooming session!
 
Wellington -  nickname 'Welly-Belly' - this tabby cat is in his 3rd year; a complete clown and tends to fall out of trees and off fences, has a nervous wash then dashes off to fall off something else!
 
Baby-Black - nickname 'Fat Dobber' - black (of course!) half Persian, son of Dilly, he is nearly one and a half years old; he was one of the runts of the litter and partly hand-reared, now extremely healthy, if rather too heavy at 5.5kg; very talkative, bit of a hooligan with his sister Garf!
 
Dilly - nickname 'Mrs Tinkles', pedigree name Ferara Lavender's Blue - she's a blue/cream Persian; born with attitude! Hates being groomed, gets very stroppy. Had a bit of a romp with a farm cat and brought shame on the family!!! Delivered (with my help) seven kittens in 2005. Very loyal to me, ignores most other people, loves ham.
 
Garf - nickname 'Garfie' - half Persian Tortoiseshell, and is Baby-Black's sister, the other runt of the litter and also partly reared by hand; still quite small and half the weight of Baby. Is called Garf because when she was born she had a ginger spot on her head, so she's not quite a Garfield - in fact she's half a Garfield, therefore she's a Garf!!! Will do anything, absolutely anything for ham; obviously genetic!
 
And they're all irreplaceable.....of course!!!
Sent in by
Samantha J Elmhurst BA Hons

Hi!
Taxi is two years old today!he and Greebo get along like a house on fire and
they litrerally rule the roost!
Yesterday afternoon, I brought home an older cat that we found a little over
a week ago- his name is now Grampa Scratchy and he's just so adorable. He
was clearly loved once because he likes nothing better than cuddling and
snuggling. He has a brand new microchip- and he's currently "in isolation"
in my bedroom in order to get him, Greebo & Taxi acquainted. Our vet
estimates Scratchy is at least 10 years old. He was neutered a long time ago
and he's lost one canine. One eye is slightly milky and the other has a
scar just above the iris. He's also lost all his whiskers and I'm hoping
they'll grow back.
Love your site.
Ciao
Angel the cat slave

SENT IN BY ANGEL

I was sure glad to see your site still up, and still as wonderful as could be too.  I thought I'd update you on the furababies, soon to be 2 yrs. old in April, or as best we could guess about tax time the 15th as their guesstimated birthdates.

     First we have Dorrie, the black kitty.  She is thin, and slender, real delicate with fine black fur.  She is a quiet one, a nuzzler, having given up her neck suckling finally for just a good nose nuzzle to the neck.  She loves to be petted as do all of them around the face and neck.  She has a high pitched shrill of a coo, and let's you know, that feels so good, and even when you aren't petting her, she will coo at the sight of me, to let me know she loves me.  She loves to play with plastic bottle caps and wooden thread spools.  Usually around midnight, as they all do, she gets active and bats them all around the kitchen floor.  I must have a thousand caps under the fridge and dishwasher, but it is easier to just find some new ones than fish out the old ones under everything in the house.

     Next is Bootsie, we call him the baby.  He used to be a tubby baby, short legs, fat body, big head, and couldn't "fly" as well as his siblings could from furniture, to shelves, to the mantle etc.  He would always land short and scramble mid-air for anything to grab onto, taking many things down to the floor on his trip down himself.  He is still short, with a big head, but has grown slender and long bodied.  He isn't much into play but instead has a better habit.  When he was 6 months old, he'd take off flying for the top of my computer moniter every night, stand four on the floor, head up, so to speak, and sing.  We used to say that he was praying as he did this every night from 10 pm to 10:15 pm, and he'd give a hard go, and belt out his tune, which differed every night.  Then he'd graduated to the window sills, between midnight and 3 am, and he'd sing for hours.  He loved having the windows opened in the summer and he would pick the one that faced my neighbor's bedroom window and he'd belt out a good, long loud one every night for them.  Now he is neutered as they all are fixed, so he wasn't courting a female, he just loved to sing, still does, and can get real gutteral in his deep tones.  Needless to say the neighbor's comments at 2 am through the fence were not are not repeatable for sure.  I started to record his tunes and I guess he does not like to be recorded or he feels his tunes are copyrighted, but whenever he saw the red light come on on the voice activated mini recorder, he would quit singing and switch rooms to do it in.  I have some of his songs on tape, the earlier ones, but he has gotten quite vocal and I cannot catch him with the recorder as he is pretty much aware of the 3 I have now.  Right now he is singing in the living room, just going for it.  Cute in the evening hours, but at 2 am, not so pleasant to hear.  Other than that, he is a cuddler, stays in his hiding place all day and yet, as soon as I sit down to watch tv at night, he is my constant buddy, laying up right next to me, and if I move, he vocalizes his discontent until I return usually to the same position I left, or else he tells me about it.

     Then there is Cissy, she is another quiet one.  She loves to be near you and watch everything you do, but she only wants to be petted, on her terms and when she wants it.  If you go to pet her and she is not in the mood, boy can she give you a nip of "back off, not now", and there is no mistake that she is wanting to, not be alone, but hands to yourself.  She is the only one who will come immediately if she hears her name.  She loves to play fetch, and yes I mean fetch.  She has these little furry mice with long tails that she carries through the house like babies.  And when she wants to play, she will drop one of these in your lap for you to toss for her, she retrieves, and drops it back in your lap, anticipating every toss you will give her, and then when you want to quit you have to hide the mouse in a closed drawer, if not she will retrieve it again.  She loves to play with a little feathered thing a bob on the end of a pole, and she just loves to play or watch.  Good kitty for sure for a dog person.

     And last but not least, Brother.  He is the biggest of the babies, almost 18 lbs and not even 2 yrs. old yet, and not fat, just a sturdy long legged, long bodied cat.  He is a lover, my baby, big baby for sure.  He isn't into play, he usually likes to perch high, watch the world go by, quiet except when I go outside to the patio and he can hear me outside through the screen door, and then he has a fit.  You could swear he cries, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy", "please come in Mommy, Mommy, Mommy", and then whines pitifully until I come in, then he runs for his perch and wants love.  He is curious, and when I am in the kitchen, or doing something, he has this, "Errr" sound, that means, "What'cha doing?" he is just amazing with his eyes and his body language, just a little lover.  Brother has this habit that he has had since he was a baby and that is he is a foot suckler.  When he gets stressed, he will take a flying leap across the room, bound onto my chest when I am in bed or on the couch, curl into a ball and suck his foot.  I have to pet him on his tummy for the best release and with his unsucked other open foot, he kneads my leg with his claws and does this for about 15 min., and then he is good to go for a while.  He loves to be petted but not held, and though he is so much bigger than his siblings, he is pretty mellow for a cat that is not that old.

     I have some pictures that I took this month but boy with a digital camera and moving cats, all you get are fuzz.  I will try to attach some pics in their raw state and let you downsize them to fit your site.  Dorrie's didn't turn out at all she was like a big black blur but she hasn't changed much since babyhood, and you know black cats are real hard to photograph.  Her pics just don't look like her, she really is cute, but her pics are just horrible when you take them.  So I don't have a new one of her, and Brother couldn't sit still either, so his are like a blur also, but you can see a cat not a black ball of fuzz.

     Thanks again for your site, and keep it up and running ok.  I never was a cat person before, and am one now, never a bragging mother, but can you tell they have converted me.  Thanks for letting me share, and from time to time, I'll update if you don't mind,

     Roni Dillon,  Roseville, CA

 

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SENT IN BY BOBBI

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My babies are Greebo who is nearly 2 & Taxi who is now 10 months old.Greebo's mother was a Siamese and his father a Tonkinese (not purebred), the tip of his tail is white and he has golden eyes, the rest ofhim is black & silky. He has several Siamese traits, like talking nonstop and opening all the cupboards. He also loves fresh running water
rather than he water in his bowl. He sleeps in my son's bed with him and Taxi and Greebo each have their own chair in the lounge. Greebo doesn't purr and he doesn't like to cuddle, a brief hug when we come home and
that's it - even when he was tiny, dunno if this is just specific to him or what. He doesn't like visitors or strange people in his house and he will usually go into hiding until everyone has left. I have trained him to "sit", "wave", "stand up" and he and Taxi both walk on a harness with a leash (they are window watchers and don't go outside).Taxi will also "sit", "wave" and "stand up" on command, although he took longer to learn than Greebo did. Taxi has Burmese in him - he has the crisp short Burmese coat and the right face shape, but he's the wrong
colour. He is my cuddle baby and purrs like a maniac if you just look at him. He also has no voice, just a squeak... very comical! Both of them are spoiled rotten, they have lots of toys that are"rotated" and put away every few days so they don't get bored. They also get fed only the best food on the market, specifically manufactured for them and their lifestyle.
They also have me very well trained, I roll over at the slightest tap of a paw so they can have the warm spot on the bed, if they're asleep on my lap or leaning against me - the world must wait until they decide to move!
Hello world, I am a hopeless cat slave!
angel

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This story was placed in my guest book i thought it was very well put together and i happen to agree with every word that is said
by RONI DILLON
I JUST RECENTLY BECAME THE FOSTER MOTHER TO 4 KITTENS THAT WERE LEFT IN A DUMPSTER IN A SEALED BOX. THEY WERE BARELY 4 WEEKS, CLOSER TO 3 WEEKS OLD. THEY WERE DEHYDRATED, MALNOURISHED, TRAUMATIZED, AND IN GENERAL POOR HEALTH. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A DOG PERSON, BUT THE SIGHT OF THESE POOR BABIES WHEN THEY WERE DELIVERED TO ME TO DO SOMETHING TO SAVE THEM, BROKE MY HEART, BUT BROUGHT OUT THE MOTHER IN ME, HAVING FOSTER CARED FOR MANY A PUP. I HAD TO LEARN HOW TO FEED BY DROPPER SINCE THEY ATE THE BOTTLE NIPPLE AND FED THEM EVERY 4 HOURS. I GAVE THEM LOVE, THOUGH THEY WANTED NO PART OF ME. I CLEANED THEM, DRIED THEM, KISSED AND STROKED THEM. THEY LEARNED THE LITTER BOX THE FIRST TRY. THEY WEANED LIKE CHAMPS. THEY ARE VERY LOVING, VERY SECURE AND NOW GAINING WEIGHT AND PERSONALITIES. JUST ABOUT 6 WEEKS NOW. MY VET GAVE THEM A 30 PERCENT CHANCE TO EVEN MAKE IT A WEEK, I NEVER FEARED LOSING ANY OF THEM. I NOW AM GOING TO LOOK FOR NEW PARENTS FOR THEM THOUGH I WILL NOT LET THEM GO FOR A FEW MORE WEEKS TO GET THEIR WEIGHT UP TO NORMAL. MY REASON FOR WRITING IS TO SAY, SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR ANIMALS. DO NOT DUMP UNWANTED PETS OR BABIES INTO THE WILD, OR A DUMPSTER, THINKING THEY WILL REVERT TO NATURAL WILD BEHAVIOR. THE POUND IS RIGHT NOW GASSING THOUSANDS OF UNWANTED KITTENS. THE RESCUE GROUPS ARE OVERWHELMED WITH BABIES AND WANT NO MORE AT THE MOMENT. IF YOU FIND DISCARDED AND ABANDONED ANIMALS, THE TIME YOU SPEND IN RESCUE AND FOSTER PARENTING,IS REWARDING AND SATISFYING, NO MATTER IF YOU CARE FOR THE BREED OR THE TYPE OF ANIMAL FOUND. TAKE IT FROM ME, THE LAST 3 WEEKS OF KITTY MOTHERING HAVE BEEN THE MOST HEARTWARMING AND FUFILLING NOW THAT I AM ABLE TO SLEEP THE NIGHT AND THEM TOO. THINK ABOUT IT, THE NEXT TIME YOUR ANIMAL COMES IN HEAT, TO NOT ALLOW IT TO BREED, AND IF YOU DO END UP WITH UNWANTED BABIES, CONSIDER THEM YOUR RESPONSIBILITY NOT JUST A BURDEN. DO NOT DUMP THEM INTO DUMSPTERS OR LET THEM LOOSE TO FEND FOR THEMSELVES. THEY DID NOT ASK TO BE BORN INTO THIS WORLD OR TO YOU, THEY ARE A SMALL LIFE THAT DEPENDS ON YOU TO SURVIVE, AND THE SOONER YOU SPAY OR NEUTER YOUR ANIMAL, THE RISK OF BRINGING IN UNWANTED LITTERS WILL BE OVER WITH,SO DO IT TODAY. RONI DILLON, ROSEVILLE, CA

I got a follow up on the 4 kittens, the story is above i just had to put the follow up in my web sites as i only wish every one could have the same views and attitude as the wonderful writer here has the world would be a much nicer place to live. Please be sure to visit the web site click the link below to see The Kit Kat Photo Page, 4 wonderfull kittens thank you very much

The Kit Kat Photo Page

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I want to thank you for putting up my letter on being a foster mother back a few months ago, Jun. '04. I wanted to update you as to what happened to the 4 kitties.
I tried to find parents for them, but it seemed that no one wanted any kitties, nor wanted to even consider it. The ones that did, well, they seemed flighty, and I wanted steady, working, solid, loving parents to take my "furbabies". As time went on, I found that I really loved them and for 4 kittens, now about 6 months old, they are well behaved and really great to have around the house.
My 8 yr. old mini schnauzer Luna just adores them, and ever since they arrived has been so facinated by them, so they are not a conflict or problem at all.
I made a webpage for them, kinda like an online diary. I have to put up their newest photos, but you will see by the web page that each kitten has it's own personality, and "style" and are still in development on those. The website is: http://community.webtv.net/alderdillon/TheKitKatPhotoPage
For those who are afraid to foster mother or even to adopt a cat or kitten, esp. canine lovers, they are a little different to get used to, dogs love the floor and the cats barely touch it, it seems. But they are not the distant, uncaring, selfish creatures as the fables go about them. They are in fact, very affectionate, very vocal at times as to "talking to me", they find everything so curious to play with, my dogs just ate everything they found.
I am so happy to have joined the cat world, and I hope and wish that others out there who may not of ever considered it, to give felines a try. They are worth the time and love you give them, as they give it right back, trust me. Remember to spay and neuter your animals to avoid unwanted litters!! Roni Dillon, Roseville, CA



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This is pooder he is a nice kitty he likes to sit and look around in the window he also likes turkey
also sent in by sarah

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This is Dasiymay she is a ragdoll. She is good sometimes but she also bites from time to time she is a nice cat
sent in by Sarah on the 10th of november 2003

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 Tia,
she has TWO torn cruciate ligaments in her knees?? (both knees). she doesn't DO a whole lot; she is 10 and MUMMY carries her she is my oldest and most human like. If I have a migraine, she puts her paw on the affected side of my head, very gently, and lays in bed with me.

Photos sent in from a good friend suzanne

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Yoda  he almost died at 10 wks from a osteomyleitis (bone infection) in his sinus...he was at the vets for 8 days on IV's. Now he has blocked tear ducks and when he shakes his head, brown gunk flies EVERYWHERE!! I clean his eyes twice a day, gently, and he is carried around like a baby...he puts his "arms on your shoulder and about your neck....we nicknamed him "the baby". He is 3 yrs old this month. He has to get groomed and his hair kept a medium lenght because he doesn't groom himself!!!





Chuckie and sky look mum we are up high

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This is chuckie and his little sister the photos were send in from my big sis pat thanks

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HELLO THERE!
JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU A LITTLE BIT ABOUT MYSELF.
I  AM A SHORT HAIRED; FIVE YEAR OLD ;SPOILED CAT.
MY MOM BROUGHT ME HOME WHEN I WAS ABOUT TWO MONTHS OLD.
I WAS EXCITED TO HEAR I HAD ME A NEW HOME AND I WAS EXCITED TO GET THERE TO CHECK THINGS OUT.
SHE PICKED ME UP AND CARRIED ME TO THIS BIG MACHINE THAT MADE ALOT OF NOISE AND STARTED MOVING WITH ME INSIDE. WELL I WAS SCARED AND I HID BETWEEN HER LEGS AND WAITED FOR THE MOVING TO STOP.
WHEN IT DID AND SHE CARRIED ME INTO MY NEW HOME I WAS READY TO CHECK IT OUT. I GOT DOWN AND I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY EYES, THERE WAS THE BIGGEST RAT I HAVE EVER SEEN, LATER I LEARNED IT WASNT A RAT BUT A FERRET INSTEAD AND HE TURNED INTO A FUN THING TO PLAY WITH.
I LOVE MY HOME AND MY MOM SO MUCH, SHE HAS BOUGHT ME ALL KIND OF TOYS AND CLIMBING POSTS AND FOOD AND TREATS. I LOVE TO PLAY WITH MY TOYS AND AFTER I PLAY I LOVE TO GET A BIG BOWL OF FOOD TO EAT.
I HAVE ALWAYS SLEPT WITH MY MOM AT NIGHT. I LOVE TO LAY ON A PILLOW BESIDE HER AND HAVE HER PUT HER ARM AROUND ME AND I LOVE TO CUDDLE.
I HAVE ONE BAD THING THAT MOM GETS VERY UPSET ABOUT AND THAT IS I BITE PPL. I WILL BE PLAYING AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I CANT HELP MYSELF AND I SINK MY TEETH IN, ITS MADE ALOT OF PPL VERY UPSET WITH ME TOO.
MY MOM SPOILS ME AND MAKES ME PURR ALL THE TIME THO, I MUST TELL YOU SHE HAS DONE ONE DUMB THING!!!!!!!! ABOUT 8 MONTHS AGO SHE THOUGHT I NEEDED SOMEONE TO PLAY WITH SO WE ADOPTED ANOTHER KITTEN. I WAS CURIOUS WHEN IT ARRIVED BUT I QUICKLY LEARNED I DIDNT LIKE IT MUCH.
WHERE I USED TO BE THE SPOILED BABY, NOW I HAVE TO SHARE MOMS LOVE WITH SKY.
MOM TELLS ME EVERYDAY THAT SHE HAS ENOUGH LOVE FOR US BOTH BUT BOY I HATE IT WHEN I SEE HER PETTING SKY AND SPOILING HER LIKE SHE DID ME.
I TRY TO HIDE FROM THE KITTEN BUT NO MATTER WHERE I GO SHE SOMEHOW FINDS ME. IF I HISS AND SLAP HER SHE LETS ME ALONE BUT NOT FOR LONG, SHE WILL COME AND LAY WHERE I AM AND TRY TO PLAY.
OVER THE MONTHS, AND DONT MENTION THIS TO MOM BUT I FOUND THAT SKY, MY LITTLE SIS IS KIND OF FUN TO HANG AROUND WITH AND SINCE I DONT WANT MY MOM TO KNOW I USUALLY PLAY WITH HER WHEN EVERYONE IS IN BED.
O F COURSE, WE GET INTO PLAYING SO MUCH AND TEARING THRU THE HOUSE THAT WE ACCIDENTLY WILL GO IN AND RUN ACROSS MOM WHEN SHE IS IN BED AND SHE WILL LAUGH AT US AND SAY SEE, I KNEW YOU NEEDED EACH OTHER. WELL DONT LET HER KNOW BUT I THINK WE ARE HAVING A FUN TIME AND I DO LOVE HER NOW.
  SHE LIKES TO LOOK OUT THE DOOR AT BIRDS AND SQIRRELS, SKY THINKS THAT IS SO EXCITING. I JUST PRETEND IT IS FOR HER SAKE BUT AS FOR ME I LIKE HISSING AND SLAPPING AT HER AND MAKING HER LAY ON HER SIDE LIKE SHE IS SCARED OF ME, TO ME THAT IS FUN.
EVERY NOW AND THEN I EVEN CLEAN HER UP SO SHE WILL BE AS CUTE AS I AM CAUSE NOW I WANT HER TO STAY WITH US AND BE MY LITTLE SIS.
OH! I AM STILL SPOILED AND STILL JEALOUS, I LOVE HER AND LOVE TO PLAY SO SHE CAN STAY BUT IF MOM EVER THINKS THERE WILL BE ANOTHER ONE, IT ISNT GOING TO HAPPEN. I REFUSE TO BE A PART OF THE FAIRY TALE, THREE LITTLE KITTENS, SO MOM PLEASE LETS JUST KEEP IT TWO AND OH YEA, PET ME MORE THAN SKY AND I WONT HISS AT HER SO MUCH. I KNOW YOU HAVE ENOUGH LOVE FOR US BOTH BUT REMEMBER, I WAS THE FIRST BABY HERE, PET HER ONCE BUT PET ME A MILLION TIMES AND I WILL PURR AND PLAY WITH SKY,
SKY DOES SOME REALLY CRAZY THINGS THAT DRIVES ME NUTS, SO FROM TIME TO TIME I WILL KEEP YOU POSTED ON HER CRAZINESS, I  LAUGH AND I KNOW YOU WILL TOO.

This is gabby she was sent in by my sis thanks

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Cat Baby-sitter Diary
Story sent in by Victoria Argyle

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This a story about my cat- sitting days for Liz Clarke and her cats names are, Buffy, Foster, Marki, Jamie, Cathy, Jennifur, Beu-chat, Tony, Franky, Hunter, Tailor, And two boarding cats, named Milia, and Boris, who belong to Mike Koval a friend of Liz's. This is my  diary of looking after them  for Liz , while Liz took her mom on vacation trips to the Soo Michigan to visit her Family and home to the farm that she grew up on. Plus just my visits to her farm with our friend Vicki or being delivered  by Robert Q Bus and Liz would pick me up in Sarnia and we'd drive out to Courtright to the farm.  About 15 min out of Sarnia.
When you go to Liz Clarke's home you better like cats and if you have allergies to cats you better go to the doctor and get triple the shots if you are to come on the Clarke farm. You will find cats threw out the Clarke home, there's live cats, pictures of cats and stuffed teddy bear cats, ornaments galore of  cats, lots of clothes with cats on them. And I bet that you could never leave that farm house with out having  at least one cat hair on you. You'll think you got them all and you will always find one hair on your persons. You can never leave clean of cat hair. I myself  have learnt this, but lucky I am a cat lover and have two of my own at home. When I go and stay at  Liz's house I can tell you all the cats names just ask and I'll name them for you. I met Liz threw my friend Vicki who I met when she moved into a apartment next to mine. Well I didn't get to know her, until one day I heard a cat crying outside my door and when I opened it there was a Calico cat sitting in the hallway, at this time I didn't know who she belong to, I quickly scooped her up and brought her into my apartment, my two male cats didn't know what to think, I quickly got on my computer and made up signs and put them out on the entrances of our floor doors, it wasn't long before someone came looking for her at my apartment and that's how I met Vicki and this calico cat named Angie and her Orange Tabby  male cat friend Nikki. Who to this day I see them constantly. I have to see Nikki and Angie I can't get enough of those two cats and they the same of me, Vicki tells me that they wait for me to come and visit. When I go to Liz's for visits they really miss me. Now when I leave Liz's place from visiting her cat's miss me so i'm sort of glad I'm being missed all the time. Every morning I awake at Liz's the first thing I see is a cat and when i'm at home it's the same, I wake up seeing one of my two cats.
I awake with  cat's on my bed every morning, it's either Tony and Buffy or one of the other many cats. I always came down and let Cathy go outside she is the only outdoor cat that is now residing with Liz. Now Tailor was brought into the Clarke family about acouple of months now, he has his own room in the front porch of Liz's residents at night. He being inter grated into the house slowly, He's doing well but seem to get into alot of fights with the other cats. Mostly Tailor loses the fights, or when I'm there I get involved before pain sets in on Tailor's body. He usually bolts if he knows that he's losing the fight and hightails it to the safety of his porch, With me laughing behind him. Tailor is one of those cats that doesn't learn quickly. So when I wake up I come down and open his door and he just fly's out the door, running around the house. We usually hear the fight before fur fly's. I think before I come down he decides who he's going  to pick a fight with today before I let him out. Jennifur gets in such a talkative mood in the mornings, while I was do the breakfast dishes. She kept on talking until I stopped doing the dishes, wiped my hands and went to give her attention for about 10 minutes. Then went back to trying to do the dishes, she does this lots and you just  have to stop and go pet her for awhile, I find  that when you do the dishes at Liz's it takes a very long time to get them finished, when Jennifur is around. The dishes should just take 15 mins to do it take about a hour or even longer to do. Well it's not even 10:30 in the morning and Tailor has been grounded to his room already for cornering poor Tony and picking a fight with him. I let him out and he went straight towards Franky and swatted him , now Franky is a quiet cat when he wants to be, all Franky needs to do is sit on Tailor and he'd win the fight for sure. Franky is a big cat, due to having a Glaucoma problem in which he receives a Cortisone shot to keep them in check. They are situated around his bottom jaw. Tailor was again  grounded to his room. I brushed Mila, Boris, Jennifur , I stretch the cat brushings when I'm there. It seem Foster is no where to be found i'm not worried we are bound to see her at soft food time at 6:00 tonight. I found Foster she was hiding upstairs in the spare bedroom ( In which is my room when I'm there) Boris and Mila, Buffy, Franky spent the afternoon out on the cat porch that Liz has built for the cats. Fed the cats and all where there to receive their share of the soft food. Now here's some info on the cats that I baby-sit.  There's feeding structure for all the cats, First is Hunter he is a Grey Tabby and is very timid.( We call him Our scardy Cat ). He's always hiding, when Liz got him he had both of his hind legs broken and was apparently was a beaten cat before Liz got him. When people come he hides. It took me quite awhile for me to get even near him. Each time I'd hear Liz talk about a grey cat named  Hunter but I would never see him . After the third visit I went to find him, I found him hiding downstairs hiding in a cupboard. I sat on the ground softly talked to him. He just laid there looking at me. I took the move and got closer to him. After awhile I was able to pick him up. Now there a funny story that I think you would like to hear, Now my friend Vicki who introduced me to Liz and her cats, had known each other for awhile and Vicki had never really been able to get near Hunter any of the times that she was there. I got to even feed him before she did. Now the first time that I ever fed Hunter Liz got the instant camera and snapped some pictures of me feeding Hunter. I of course took the picture's home with me and showed Vicki the picture's and rubbing it in that I had fed Hunter before she did. Then comes Cathy, she's a Blond Kitty ,and is the only outside cat of Liz's. Liz found her and when she did she had a piece of wire wrapped around her tail, part of Cathy's tail is missing you can't really tell that she's missing a piece of her tail at all. Now Cathy is a smart cat she is always waiting to come back into the house for soft food like clockwork, Now Cathy  tricked me one day when I was looking after Liz cats while she was away to a wedding in Halifax, I had went into Tailor's little room to visit Milia and as I was petting I looked out the window toward the road and got the crap scared out of me, there was Cathy lying in the middle of the highway, I freaked and ran threw the house jumping over cats, to get to the door to the lane way, as I ran down the lane and got to almost the end of it when cathy looks up at me and then boots her self in to the ditch way lining the highway, she was faking it, here I thought she had been hit by a car, Well I was happy that she wasn't but I hope she never pulls that stunt again. I think I got couple days knocked off my life span when she pulled that. When I told Liz when she called that night she laughed at me, and so did Vicki when we told her when Liz drove me back to London. I didn't think it was funny, but they sure did. Then Buffy is next ( She is the mother of Foster and two other cats named Mark and Jamie that Liz had, but they have past on and are buried out in the backyard of the house with the other many cat's that Liz can tell you about them and i've heard alot about cats that I have not even met ). Buffy is 10 years old and the mother cat to even all the cats in the Clarke residents. Even though only three of them were her very own. Buffy is getting on in her age, And she now has these coughing fits, that when you hear her, sounds so awful. She get these once in awhile and when she has them we go to her and help her by patting her sides to help her quit. It sounds like that she is trying to cough up a fur ball, but there is never one that comes up, and you would think she would have alot from cleaning thirteen cats in the household. Just watching Buffy clean all the cats just makes me want to hack-up acouple of fur balls just  for her. You would always find Buffy always licking  and cleaning at least half the day away to the other cats. They go to her and she starts licking them. ( Tailor is not in this group yet ) Buffy just can't deal with his hyperness. Buffy has this thing about lying right at the bottom of the stairs, so that when you come down she's right there and if your half awake coming down the stair you trip over her, I've done that many times, " Thank God" Liz has a armchair right there to catch you ,and I swear that when she does that and I look at her she's got a smile on her face.( That kind of smile like "Oh I didn't see you coming down the stairs, But I got you to look at me and pay some attention to me, Now pet me please!!.)" Buffy is the most kindest cat that I've ever met. And I've caught myself many a time sitting talking to her, she's a good listener. Buffy get this sticky stuff that is called Tonic-Lax to help her with the hair balls, she hates taking it, so we get a big gob on our fingers and we put it on her paws, she then has to lick it off, its the only way that she will take it. Then Foster gets her food, Foster is a Black cat that loves very high places, you can always find her on the highest places, on top of the cat trees, that Liz has many of in her home. Now Foster won't take any guff from any of the other cats in the house. Now Tailor is one of these cats that she'd kick his butt royalty everyday, And has done it already many times. Foster is one cat that you never play "Who's the fastest" with, she always wins, and I always loose, and end up nursing a wounded scratched hand. She's got a short temper that kitty does. Now Foster loves the Tonic-Lax, and eats it straight from the tube, if you let her she would finish the whole tube off, that's why we have to hide the tubes from her because she would chew a hole in the tube and finish it off. And at $8 dollars a pop for each tube Liz save it as much as she can. I've picked it up for my two cat Charlie Manson and Black Blaze, they positively hate the stuff, but I'm sick and tired of going to sit down on my couch and sitting in a huge saliva gob of barfed-up cat fur, this stuff makes sure that it comes out the other end and not out  the  mouth. I think it's gold in a tube it saves alot of money to have my couches cleaned. I would like to kiss the vet that found and made this stuff to help for cat's fur balls. Then comes Tony ( He's our Latin Lover Cat ) he's just the cutest Black cat, and has this pit full cry, that breaks your heart every time he speaks. Tony was saved by Liz when her sister called her one day to tell her that she had a sick cat that was in her backyard at her home, of course Liz's love for cats she jumped into her car and went and picked him up. Tony was a very sick cat that Liz nursed him until he was better, but didn't think she could take care of him at that time and took him to the Sarnia Humane Society to try to be adopted out, but with strict order that if he couldn't be adopt that they would call her and she would take him, and try and find him a home. "Please don't put him down". The call came about a week later and Liz went out to pick him up, Tony stayed with her upstairs in the spare room, Liz decided to keep him, I'm glad she did, Tony is always looking for love from anyone, he sleeps with me almost every night. If you could ever meet Tony  I bet you a Million dollars that you would just fall in love with him, he's got that " Lady Killer " face that you would just kiss him on the spot. Tony and Cathy get along great and sometimes spends their nights together in the laundry room in a carrier on top of the freezer. Franky is the next cat that usually gets fed  he's a Orange tabby, Franky is one of those cats that is huggable, and that you just don't want to put down when he's in your arms. And when I tell you he's a big cat, he's a big cat, Takes up most of the bed when he's in it. I've woken up in the middle of the night with lost feeling on my legs, and there is Franky lying on them. Franky is one of those cats that will eat any food in sight including your own meal if you stupidly leave it unattended on the table. And I've lost a few meals that way. Even if you stand and try and eat your food he's right there pawing at your arm for food, and then adds this cute look that he puts on his face, you end up giving him a piece of food. Then comes Jennifur, her and Franky are brother and sister, they act the same, she loves food as well and will paw at you to give you her some and she's got this look that we call the " The Look ", both Franky and Jennifur have this look down pat, she is a Calico kitty, now she's a very talkative cat she wants you to just love her, and talk to her, and she will talk back for a very long time. if you let her. We have this game with Jennifur, I made a string then put a  plastic ring on the end of it and we toss it above her head and she try's to catch it. Sometimes she comes right off the floor, and if we quit the game to soon she lets us know by meowing loudly at us in disapproval. Now this string toy is hers and if any of the other cats end of playing with it she get this look on her face like she ready to kick their butt, but she really never gets in fight with the other cats that is playing with it. She just waits until they are done playing and then goes and hides it somewhere in her own secret place. Sometimes we can't even find it where she hides it, if we can't find it we just say to her "Where's your toy Jennifur? Go and get your toy". She then disappears and then shows up dragging the string between her legs, and then drops it right in front of you, then bolts acouple of feet away expecting you to toss it so that she can catch it. This can go on for hours if you got the energy and the time You would probability get poop out before she does.. Then comes Boris one of the borders that Liz looks after for her friend Mike Koval who is trying to becoming a doctor, and is training in  the Sarnia- Lampton Area, in which is in needs doctors.

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Boris is a one eyed Grey Coon Cat, he was hit by a car and lost his right eye. Boris is a beautiful  long haired cat, and loves to be brushed. Boris is one of those kind of cats that will sleep with you all night long, then wake you up in the morning by sitting on your chest with his furry butt in your face. It's rude awakening, and I've still not gotten used to it yet, I don't think I will ever get used to that awakening by him. Boris's eyesight is great for a one eyed cat, you would never think he lost a eye by the way he runs around the house and plays. Milia is Mike's other cat, she is a white Bayish coloured cat. Milia  has her good days and her bad days, she spends her time mostly out on the cat porch with Boris. Milia and me, well have our difference's  I could be brushing her, and have a good day with her and the next day forget about it you come near me and I'll bite and hiss at you. I've walked away with acouple of scratches and bite marks from Milia. I think I've even awoken with her on the bed one time. She doesn't like to be picked up and moved that much, and when she get picked up she starts hissing and meowing, If Boris hears her he comes running to find out who's hurting her. But it's one heck of a show when Mike Koval come to visit his cat's.
We think Milia misses Mike lots, when he's gone. Mike's now work training in the Sarnia area at the Sarnia General Hospital.
Now he comes at least twice a week or more, to see Boris and Milia. They miss Mike alot and let him know when he comes.
Now feeding time at the house is the only time you will probily see all the Clarke cats in the same room at the same time.
I've known Liz now for two and ahalf years now, She's lost only three of her cats, a male cat named Beu-chat , Jamie, and Marki both these girls where very large cats  both with health problems. Very serious health problems Marki had a Heart condition and had to take heart pills daily. Marki was a large White and Grey cat, who somehow kept her coat nice and clean, I bet with a little help from her mother Buffy who was never to far away from Marki. I really think Buffy knew that  her Marki kitten was very sick. The day would start out with us quietly ( I mean very quietly) going into the kitchen and trying to get Marki's medication out of the drawer and not make to much noise, because if Marki got any idea or heard the medication jar opening she would bolt and try and hide on us, before we got to her. I remember one time Marki was on a medication to help her poop and we had to give it twice daily to her, sometimes I think I ended up wearing most of the liquid from the syringe. And that stuff was so sticky and hard to get out of your clothes. Plus I've accidentally tasted it, and I bet both me and Marki agreed that  we both disapproved on the taste of that yucky stuff. We had to move the times to administer that medication cause she grew smart on us, you would think Marki could tell time, because she would be no where to be found when it was time to give it to her. Now to Marki's disapproval of taking the pill medication that she was on, she was the hardest cat to medicate that I've ever had to do, and I've medicated alot of cats in my life, when you put the medication in Marki's mouth you had to make sure she took them because when you thought she had swallowed it you would walk away thinking "All done" and she'd taken them until one day Liz found her spitting them out after acouple of minutes when we where out of her eye sight. Still to this day we are still finding pills that Marki had  spitted out.  Now Marki was given only  8 months to live when she was found out to have the heart condition at a visit to the vets, Marki lived two years, so she showed those vets. One time to many pills that she spit up that was to help her, Marki's heart was failing on her, Liz and I stopped giving her medications to her, Marki died two days after a three day visit from me to Sarnia. I received the sad call  from Liz that Marki had died in her arms, that day. Marki was a funny cat, she was a very huge cat, I've woken up mornings with Marki, Buffy, Franky on the bed in the spare room and that bed is just a single bed. I've woken up half off the bed some mornings even when it was with  just Marki on the bed. Medicating her was a chore but I enjoyed her company many anights in the spare bedroom. Plus now that I look at I had many conversations with Marki, she would just sit there looking at you, and I swear she knew what I was talking about. Marki  always had the strangest places for sitting or laying down, One thing she would always do is she would bury herself on one of many couches at Liz's house under a blanket and many times  we almost sat on her, not knowing she was under the blanket on the couch, and she would know we would want to sit down, if  I  was Marki I wouldn't have done that, plus having three matter of factly largely plump women's big butt's  coming to sit on me I'd  have a heart attack right on the spot. I'll truthfully tell I did sit on poor Marki at least two times until I learnt to pat the couch down before I sat my big butt down. Now looking back Liz started patting the couch before she sat down as well, just to make sure that Marki  hadn't hidden herself under the blankets on the couches. Now I miss Marki and I know Liz does as well, so does our friend Vicki. I'm glad I took lots of pictures of Marki, in the short time that I  knew and looked after her, we have many pictures and I occasionally go threw some of the picture's of Marki and look back on all the times we spent together with the way  she always for gave me and Liz for giving her  medications to her, this cat never had a mean bone in her body and was always there to listen to you, and always liked getting  brushed. I myself know that she was the kindest, softest, cat that you would ever meet. I miss and loved Marki  in  my own special way.
Now Jamie was another kitten of Buffy's she was a White and Grey with tabby markings. Jamie was a scardy cat like Hunter, and she pent most of her time in the new basement that Liz had built the pervious year. Now Jamie had  breathing problems and couldn't take to much heat. I remember she was the only one of the cats that I had to travel downstairs to give her her soft food. I always gave her a little more soft food just to see if she noticed, and I think she did, because I would go downstairs and sit with her in the cool basement. Buffy her mother would go downstairs and lay next to her on the chair that was down there in the basement. I usually found Buffy downstairs with her on the hot nights in the summertime. Buffy was always cleaning her and she was another with very clean white patches of fur on her. Buffy did a good job of keeping her clean. Matter of factly Buffy kept all her kitten's clean. I found out if Buffy was with her you could get closer with her and may got to pet her. But getting chance to pet Jamie was a rare thing that I got to do.  Hunter and Jamie never got along and would sometimes get into a fight with her and we had to break the fight up between them. Now Jamie had medication to take but I never administered it to when I knew her. She was very very quiet cat. And Liz had the medication for her and if a problem ever arose that I had to give it to her I could and would have if the time ever arose to do so. I took many pictures of Jamie, and some with her mother downstairs. Foster was sometimes found with Jamie and so was Cathy. Marki loved her sister Jamie you would find them sometimes together. I went for a visit to  stay with Liz  for awhile. When  I returned home and four day's later I returned home from a doctor's appointment with a call from Liz on my answering machine that she had to rush and take Jamie in to the vets office because she had a problem breathing. I tried to call liz that night but she wasn't in, she was with Jamie. The next day I received a sad message call from Liz that Jamie had  to be put to sleep due to she couldn't breath and her lungs where not working properly. Now like I said I didn't know Jamie well, and I felt bad that she had to be put down, I felt  sorry that Liz lost her. Now I probably confused you because Jamie was the first of the cat's that when I knew Liz to die, I went and stayed with Liz for acouple of days, that's when I returned home, and in acouple of months that Marki ended up dying. Liz had lost two of her cats in such a short time, plus poor Buffy had lost two of her kitten's that she had had. Most of the other cats  that Liz had where properly wondering where Jamie and Marki had gone to. Liz's next door neighbor Mr. Maws had come and helped her bury both of the body's Marki and Jamie in the backyard of Liz's property. That winter following Liz was having a daily visitor, a Black and White cat, the poor cat had frostbite on his ears. And we now know him as Tailor. Liz made friends with him and she soon found herself with him. Liz took Tailor the vet to be neutered. But on the ride home poor tailor had a bad reaction to the vaccination shots that he received earlier at the vets office, Liz had to turn her car around and race Tailor back to the clinic. He had to stay the night at the clinic and Liz call to see if he could come home. she went and picked him up and brought Tailor to his new home. Tailor is what I call " Full of Piss and Vinegar " that cat never stops, he's like the Energy Pink Bunny, from the batteries commercial on T.V.  It seems that cats in need find Liz and they seem to know that she is a very kind women that would help them. I think Tailor came into the Clarke family in time to help Liz  get over the deaths of Jamie and Marki. But mind you no cat  can or will ever replace Marki or Jamie, or any of the cat's that have made a mark in Liz's, Vicki's and my lives. All of us have memories of them and will always. We sometimes get together and talk about  the cats that have long gone and passed on with Liz, some I knew and some I didn't. I'll miss Jamie and and so will  Liz  and Vicki. we all look back on the picture's that we took of her and smiled at this beautiful cat. It's seems that Jamie had lived a  happy life and she knew she had people that loved her and always will and had. She showed it to us in  her own quiet life that she lived at the Clarke house, she's with her sister Marki and never will be forgotten by even all of  the Clarke cats that will come and go in the years to come. Now let you about Beu-Chat he was one of Liz's male cats, He was a light Bayish coloured cat. He was the only other cat when I met Liz that went outside. But not with Cathy ! Beu-Chat and Cathy hated each other. Before I ever let him out I was to give him his  medication to try and him control his temper, he was another ok cat to medicate .Beu-Chat had to have is own room in the house. Now Bo-Bo got along  with just Jennifur, Franky, Tony. All the other cats he threw fits and beat them up. He hated Buffy and tried to beat her up, Hunter forget it, they never got along, Cathy it was a hate relationship from the start, just because he would beat her up when he went outside, that why we had to let Bo out first, he wouldn't stay out that long. I think it was because his medication started to take affect on him, during his time outside. When would we let Bo in Cathy would be at the back door waiting for us to go and let her out. Once in awhile we would shut the doors in the living room and let Bo out in living room. I let him out often because I didn't like keeping him stuck up in his room all the time. First we had to make sure that Cathy, Hunter, Buffy, Foster, Tailor, or Milia, or Boris  wasn't out in the living room. If Bo-Bo couldn't come out we always went in to visit him many times during the day, Liz sometimes slept in there with him, he loved getting brushed and played with, Tony, Jennifur and Franky we would let them in Bo's room together, because Bo-Bo got along with them. Now I liked Bo-Bo even when he was in his bad moods, I ended with a few bites and scratches from him. Sometimes when Bo-Bo went outside we would go for what we called Bo-Bo walks around the farm house property, some of them where interesting walks and I always enjoyed them. Bo-Bo came to Liz in bad shape, Someone had tried to do a declawing on him without going to a vet, Poor cat plus somehow he got his tail broken. Liz told me he could never hold him tail up when she got him, but she would sit with him holding his tail and building up the muscles in his tail joint Liz pent quality time with Bo-Bo to help him, he could hold his tail up ok but never like a normal cat's tail. I think Liz tried to inter grate him into the household many times, but I guess it was a no go. Bo-Bo was a older cat as well in the last six months that I had know him Bo he became real sick, he couldn't poop right  We had to administer the same medication that that Marki was on to help him go to the washroom in the litter box. One time Liz went in to see Bo-Bo and he was trying to go to that bathroom in the litter box but instead of going  he was throwing up. Liz rushed him in to the vet's and he was very sick, part of his colon was working  and that thetas why Bo-Bo couldn't go poop. Poor Bo-Bo had to stay in the vets over night and they had flush out his bowels, I don't even want to know how they got the poop out, I  just know that when Bo-Bo got back he was on a another pill form of medication and was in the worst moods ever, I didn't blame him, you try and get a tube stuck up your ass to get your poop out of your colon, and come home and try to  walk straight, and in a good mood. I think i'd be in a bad mood for couple of days. One time when Liz took her mom to the So for acouple of days and I was doing the cat baby-sitting and medicating poor Bo-Bo we had to make sure he went poop. I went on alot of Bo-Bo walks, now if he didn't go poop we where to give him more of his poop medication, One afternoon around 1:00pm,  I heard this god awful meowing like a cat was in pain coming from Bo-Bo's room I ran in to see Bo-Bo I found  him screaming and trying to go poop, but he was throwing up you could see he was in a bad way, I  quickly ran and called the vets office they ask me to get Bo-Bo in right away. I quickly scooped up Bo-Bo and put him in the carrier, and call Liz's friend Lynn, she got to the farm and we rush Bo into the vets office there they where waiting for us and rushed Bo-Bo to the back of the clinic, me and Lynn couldn't go back and be with Bo-Bo. So we waited and then we went out for a quick coffee and rushed back to the clinic, to see how Bo-Bo was doing they had took X-rays of poor Bo-Bo and they lets us back to see the X-rays poor Bo-Bo got there in time he was in need of some help, At this time he had more damage to his colon, the vet then told me and Lynn that Bo-Bo would be staying overnight with them, So we left poor Bo-Bo there and Lynn drove me back to the farm. I never got much sleep that night, I kept getting up and going downstairs, and checking his room, this was the first time of me cat sitting for Liz and something happened to one of her cat's that was in care. Jennifur and Franky where looking for him and kept going in his room looking for him.

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The next morning I awoke real early and called the vets to see if Bo-Bo was  doing all right. Bo-Bo was ok , but they where going to keep him until he  went poop, and only when he went poop was he aloud home. It wasn't until  later that afternoon did I get the call that he could come home. I was happy  that he was well, so happy that I went running around the house telling all  the cats, Buffy just looked at me and rolled over on her back and wanted to  be patted. Tony just laid there, Jennifur and Franky just looked at me like  I was crazy, Milia bite me, So did Foster, just because I awoke her, Boris  thought It was dinnertime and ran into the kitchen, Cathy just looked at me  stupidly, Hunter went and hid downstairs, Tailor just head butted me in the  chin (Ouch). So all the cats knew that Bo-Bo was coming home. Lynn arrived  soon after with Bo-Bo, we put him in his room. Franky and Jennifur went and  spent the day with him. The vets had put him on a strict high fiber diet.  And added more medication for him, to be administered twice daily. I will  confess I baby Bo-Bo for the rest of the time till Liz got home. We where to  watch and see how much Bo-Bo was pooping. So I went outside everyday and  followed him and watched to see if he went poop. When Liz came home i  informed her of all the vets info and showed her the paper that came home  with Bo from the vets. A day and ahalf of days went by and Bo-Bo didn't go  poop either in his room or outside, We where getting abit worried, and we  where giving him his medication, the next day I went with Bo on his walk,  and he finally went poop, and boy I was happy and ran back to the house and  told Liz, that he went poop, I ran out with a bag to pick it up, and brought > it in to the house to examine it. You never saw two people so happy in  seeing cat poop, and I hugged and kissed Bo-Bo and gave him some fiber  treats when he came in. I left two days later to go back to London, A month  went by and Bo-Bo was doing ok, Until he was found to be stopped up and  couldn't go poop. Liz rushed him in and they helped him go to the bathroom,  Bo-Bo was kept overnight, and was found the next day to have a Diabetic  condition, Poor Bo-Bo was sick again. Liz took him home and was to  administer a needle to him. Bo-Bo kept hiding when the time came for him to  be needled, so he wasn't getting his medication. Bo-Bo's health was  detearating and he was getting sicker by the day and Liz didn't want him to  suffer. Bo-Bo was put to sleep two days later. I received the call and I  was sad, because I really liked Bo-Bo ad enjoyed the time I spent with him.  Franky and Jennifur missed him really bad, you could tell, every time they  went looking for him. bo was a hard cat to look after he had to have his  own room, all the medications he was to receive, I think Liz did the right  thing to have Bo-Bo put to sleep, he was suffering, and I don't like to see  animals suffering. I don't think Liz does either. Mr. Maws came and helped  liz bury Bo-Bo's body out where Marki and Jamie where buried. I remember the  next visit when I came, I forgot that Bo-Bo had died and went to his room  and found the door open then remembered that he had past on. I had to go  outside I almost cried right there on the spot. How could I forget that  Bo-Bo had died. We have many pictures of Bo-Bo and we look at them sometimes  and think what a chore he was ( but in a good chore way ). He's at peace and  in no more pain. I sometimes go and sit in Bo-Bo's old room you can still  find tuffs of bayish cat hairs around in the room. We loved Bo-Bo and miss  him lots.  Now thats all of Liz's cats that I've know since I've know her, now I hear  story's of lots of cats that she's had all threw her lifetime, and they are  all great storys and wished that I'd have known them before they past on.  She has pictures of them and shows me them.They are all beautiful cats that  have made a in pack in Liz's life,and i'm glad that they found Liz even if  their life's where short, but i bet they had a wonderful short life with  Liz. I know in the future Liz will have many other cats, and i'll be there  to meet them. 

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