jolene
09-09-2006, 10:52 AM
Okay, so when i was about five years old, a cute round ball of fluff came into my family. She was a couple months old labrador mix that was found wandering the street by a friend then was given to us. At that time i was completely obsessed with cats (so much that i pretended to be one and wanted to be called a tiger-cat). However, i would never be able to get one since my mom is horribly allergic to them.
Since my dad is a complete sucker for puppies he couldn't resist taking the little black lab home. Plus, his moral is that every kid should have a dog.
Anyways, he brought this dog for me and I recall sitting on the floor discussing with my parents what we should name her. "Minnie!" my mom insisted. However I was not going to budge, the dog would be named Kitty.
Neighbors used to make fun of me because I would call to her when she got outside the front yard, "kitty! here kitty kitty!" and a big black bounding dog would come instead.
Eitherway it would become ironic that I named her Kitty. After two years of having her, my grandma, who lived in Lake Elsinore at the time, had a cat who had just had a litter of kittens. Unfortunately, a cougar or coyote might have killed the cat leaving 1 week old kittens. My grandma picked up the responsiblity of caring for the kittens right away, hand feeding them, bathing, everything a mother would do.
The problem with taking care of brand new babies is that you can't leave them alone for a minute, right? So when she came to visit me and the family she had to bring the kittens along. We were fairly nervous of what the reaction of Kitty towards the kittens might be. But we were suprised to find that she took them in as though they were her own.
She picked them up, and curled with them. She let them suckle her, even though she did not produce any milk, and bathed them which was a ton of help for my grandma.
Even though Kitty is no longer with us, the kittens that she once nursed and cared for are still alive. They are coming up on 16 years now. But the silly thing is that they do not believe they are cats, they think they are dogs.
Since my dad is a complete sucker for puppies he couldn't resist taking the little black lab home. Plus, his moral is that every kid should have a dog.
Anyways, he brought this dog for me and I recall sitting on the floor discussing with my parents what we should name her. "Minnie!" my mom insisted. However I was not going to budge, the dog would be named Kitty.
Neighbors used to make fun of me because I would call to her when she got outside the front yard, "kitty! here kitty kitty!" and a big black bounding dog would come instead.
Eitherway it would become ironic that I named her Kitty. After two years of having her, my grandma, who lived in Lake Elsinore at the time, had a cat who had just had a litter of kittens. Unfortunately, a cougar or coyote might have killed the cat leaving 1 week old kittens. My grandma picked up the responsiblity of caring for the kittens right away, hand feeding them, bathing, everything a mother would do.
The problem with taking care of brand new babies is that you can't leave them alone for a minute, right? So when she came to visit me and the family she had to bring the kittens along. We were fairly nervous of what the reaction of Kitty towards the kittens might be. But we were suprised to find that she took them in as though they were her own.
She picked them up, and curled with them. She let them suckle her, even though she did not produce any milk, and bathed them which was a ton of help for my grandma.
Even though Kitty is no longer with us, the kittens that she once nursed and cared for are still alive. They are coming up on 16 years now. But the silly thing is that they do not believe they are cats, they think they are dogs.