Hi,
My name is Margo and I love cats. In fact I have been called the crazy cat lady by some. When I was a little girl 10 years old, my friend Betty Lou and I were out riding our bikes and we found a tiny little kitten in the weeds by the side of the road. I was afraid something would hurt the tiny animal or that it might get hit by a car so I put it into my basket on my bike and took it home with me. I loved this tiny little kitten already and decided to call it Dusty.
Dusty was a yellow tabby and he had hardly any voice left from crying out for help. I begged my mom to let me keep Dusty and mom said no way. Mom likes animals but not inside the house, I begged for days to keep this tiny little creature and since I was feeding him Dusty was still hanging around the outside of my house. Mom finally agreed that if Dusty stayed outside that I could keep him. I was so happy, I had my first pet and it was great. I wanted to cuddle with Dusty and would sneak him into my bedroom when Mom and Dad went to bed so, we could cuddle in my bed. Of course as we all know when we get older that Moms have eyes in the back of their heads. It was not long before Mom discovered my secret and she told my Dad without my knowing to take Dusty away to the animal shelter. I was devastated when I went to find Dusty and he was no where to be found. I called him for days and looked everywhere but he was nowhere to be found.
A few weeks later I heard mom and dad talking about my plight and overheard them telling Grandma what had really happened to my cat. I could not believe it but it made
sense because I knew that Dusty loved me as much as I loved him and that he would not have run away.
I told my parents what I had heard and that I wanted my cat back. I told them I was going to go on a hunger strike. I then locked myself in my room and refused to talk to them or to eat. About four days later Daddy knocked on my bedroom door and told me to get in the car and we would go to the shelter and see if Dusty was still there. I was afraid that someone would have already adopted my cat, as I did not know what else happened at the shelter at the tender age of 10. As soon as the car was parked I ran into the shelter and began screaming at the top of my lungs for my cat. I went into the rooms and looked frantically into cage after cage for Dusty, then I heard that familiar meow and there he was, I had found my cat. I don’t know who was more excited Dusty or me, but when I opened that cage he jumped right into my arms and purred and purred all the way home.
I still was not allowed to have the cat inside but Dusty lived a long cat life and was 19 years old before he went to kitty heaven.
I have had many good cats since that time and when I married and had my own home they were always welcome in my home and to sleep with me on my bed.
My Favorite cat of all time was a seal point himilayan named Maggie. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes and was the joy of my life. I remember when I got her she was about 9 weeks old and we wanted her to have a playmate so we also brought home her sister Sadie who was solid black with beautiful yellow eyes. My boys Gary and Steve would put the kittens inside their shirt pockets and carry them around our home.
After my son Gary graduated high school he joined the Navy and in his travels ended up in Guantamo Bay Cuba for a while. Part of his job there was to end the lives of the cats that were breeding on the island, as the cats were wild and everywhere in that beautiful place. One day he found two tiny kittens inside a dumpster and rescued them, he fed these tiny cats that had no mother with formula and tiny baby bottles, one of the tiny babies was just to weak to survive and the other which he named Ms. Lew after Monica Lewinsky thrived. Ms Lew would wait outside the barracks every morning for him to be fed and eventually all the other guys and gals on the base helped to make sure she got plenty to eat. She became the base mascot and was well taken care of needless to say and when orders came to go to Italy Gary packed up, Ms. Lew and took her abroad. The darn cat has been lots of places that I have never been, Gary got back to the states three years later and was stationed at Lackland Air Force base in Texas where his career brought him to work with K-9 dogs, and he had a shepherd that he had brought with him from Italy named Sarge. Well Ms. Lew just absolutely hated Sarge so guess who she came to live with. I already had Maggie and Sadie who were both around 11 years old when she came to live with me. Ms. Lew had terrible manners and Maggie and Sadie absolutely did not want to share their home with her in any way. They learned to tolerate each other over time but were really never cat buddies. In fact even though she is the most hard headed, stubborn cat that I have ever had, she learned quickly that if she went upstairs where Sadie lived that she would be sent back down the stairs fur flying. Sadie never would come down those stairs again beginning with the first introduction to Ms. Lew. The upstairs was her territory and she would not even allow Maggie into her upstairs space after that day.
Sadie died and went to kitty heaven in Feb. 2007 at the age of 16 years of renal failure. It was like loosing a child and we still miss her terribly and to make it even worse we lost Maggie in May that same year. I still find it hard to go into my kitchen where she always preferred to hang out and not find her there, I don’t sit in my favorite chair in the living room still to this day as every time I sat there in the past Maggie was on my lap and it still does not seem right to sit there without her.
I had to go on the search for kittens after that and found Zoe and Zach in Kentucky. Zoe is a black smoke persian and her brother Zachary Pierre is a blue smoke. They both have beautiful copper eyes and I do believe that Zachary is the most magnificent, gorgeous cat that I have ever seen. He is to pretty to be a male and I have decided to breed him and that is how we came to own Abigail who is a seal point himilayan with those beautiful blue eyes that I have missed so much.
Abigail is one year old today and she and Zachary will be breeding any day now. I cannot wait to see what the babies will look like and how many we might have.
Of course I will get the pick of the litter as cats are like potato chips, you can’t have just one.
I will be looking for excellent, inside only, forever homes for these cute little furrie, purrie, babies who require lots of brushing, and lots of love. If you or someone you know wants to share your love and be loved back many times over, Contact me and we will talk about it.
Persians are great family members. They are very loving and are true lap cats and my prices will be very reasonable as the most important thing to me is that they have lots of love with excellent forever homes.
Abigail and Zachary Pierre will have beautiful babies and remember that
Cats are like potato chips, you really can’t have just one.
My name is Margo and I love cats. In fact I have been called the crazy cat lady by some. When I was a little girl 10 years old, my friend Betty Lou and I were out riding our bikes and we found a tiny little kitten in the weeds by the side of the road. I was afraid something would hurt the tiny animal or that it might get hit by a car so I put it into my basket on my bike and took it home with me. I loved this tiny little kitten already and decided to call it Dusty.
Dusty was a yellow tabby and he had hardly any voice left from crying out for help. I begged my mom to let me keep Dusty and mom said no way. Mom likes animals but not inside the house, I begged for days to keep this tiny little creature and since I was feeding him Dusty was still hanging around the outside of my house. Mom finally agreed that if Dusty stayed outside that I could keep him. I was so happy, I had my first pet and it was great. I wanted to cuddle with Dusty and would sneak him into my bedroom when Mom and Dad went to bed so, we could cuddle in my bed. Of course as we all know when we get older that Moms have eyes in the back of their heads. It was not long before Mom discovered my secret and she told my Dad without my knowing to take Dusty away to the animal shelter. I was devastated when I went to find Dusty and he was no where to be found. I called him for days and looked everywhere but he was nowhere to be found.
A few weeks later I heard mom and dad talking about my plight and overheard them telling Grandma what had really happened to my cat. I could not believe it but it made
sense because I knew that Dusty loved me as much as I loved him and that he would not have run away.
I told my parents what I had heard and that I wanted my cat back. I told them I was going to go on a hunger strike. I then locked myself in my room and refused to talk to them or to eat. About four days later Daddy knocked on my bedroom door and told me to get in the car and we would go to the shelter and see if Dusty was still there. I was afraid that someone would have already adopted my cat, as I did not know what else happened at the shelter at the tender age of 10. As soon as the car was parked I ran into the shelter and began screaming at the top of my lungs for my cat. I went into the rooms and looked frantically into cage after cage for Dusty, then I heard that familiar meow and there he was, I had found my cat. I don’t know who was more excited Dusty or me, but when I opened that cage he jumped right into my arms and purred and purred all the way home.
I still was not allowed to have the cat inside but Dusty lived a long cat life and was 19 years old before he went to kitty heaven.
I have had many good cats since that time and when I married and had my own home they were always welcome in my home and to sleep with me on my bed.
My Favorite cat of all time was a seal point himilayan named Maggie. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes and was the joy of my life. I remember when I got her she was about 9 weeks old and we wanted her to have a playmate so we also brought home her sister Sadie who was solid black with beautiful yellow eyes. My boys Gary and Steve would put the kittens inside their shirt pockets and carry them around our home.
After my son Gary graduated high school he joined the Navy and in his travels ended up in Guantamo Bay Cuba for a while. Part of his job there was to end the lives of the cats that were breeding on the island, as the cats were wild and everywhere in that beautiful place. One day he found two tiny kittens inside a dumpster and rescued them, he fed these tiny cats that had no mother with formula and tiny baby bottles, one of the tiny babies was just to weak to survive and the other which he named Ms. Lew after Monica Lewinsky thrived. Ms Lew would wait outside the barracks every morning for him to be fed and eventually all the other guys and gals on the base helped to make sure she got plenty to eat. She became the base mascot and was well taken care of needless to say and when orders came to go to Italy Gary packed up, Ms. Lew and took her abroad. The darn cat has been lots of places that I have never been, Gary got back to the states three years later and was stationed at Lackland Air Force base in Texas where his career brought him to work with K-9 dogs, and he had a shepherd that he had brought with him from Italy named Sarge. Well Ms. Lew just absolutely hated Sarge so guess who she came to live with. I already had Maggie and Sadie who were both around 11 years old when she came to live with me. Ms. Lew had terrible manners and Maggie and Sadie absolutely did not want to share their home with her in any way. They learned to tolerate each other over time but were really never cat buddies. In fact even though she is the most hard headed, stubborn cat that I have ever had, she learned quickly that if she went upstairs where Sadie lived that she would be sent back down the stairs fur flying. Sadie never would come down those stairs again beginning with the first introduction to Ms. Lew. The upstairs was her territory and she would not even allow Maggie into her upstairs space after that day.
Sadie died and went to kitty heaven in Feb. 2007 at the age of 16 years of renal failure. It was like loosing a child and we still miss her terribly and to make it even worse we lost Maggie in May that same year. I still find it hard to go into my kitchen where she always preferred to hang out and not find her there, I don’t sit in my favorite chair in the living room still to this day as every time I sat there in the past Maggie was on my lap and it still does not seem right to sit there without her.
I had to go on the search for kittens after that and found Zoe and Zach in Kentucky. Zoe is a black smoke persian and her brother Zachary Pierre is a blue smoke. They both have beautiful copper eyes and I do believe that Zachary is the most magnificent, gorgeous cat that I have ever seen. He is to pretty to be a male and I have decided to breed him and that is how we came to own Abigail who is a seal point himilayan with those beautiful blue eyes that I have missed so much.
Abigail is one year old today and she and Zachary will be breeding any day now. I cannot wait to see what the babies will look like and how many we might have.
Of course I will get the pick of the litter as cats are like potato chips, you can’t have just one.
I will be looking for excellent, inside only, forever homes for these cute little furrie, purrie, babies who require lots of brushing, and lots of love. If you or someone you know wants to share your love and be loved back many times over, Contact me and we will talk about it.
Persians are great family members. They are very loving and are true lap cats and my prices will be very reasonable as the most important thing to me is that they have lots of love with excellent forever homes.
Abigail and Zachary Pierre will have beautiful babies and remember that
Cats are like potato chips, you really can’t have just one.
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3 comments:
Hi Margo!
Love your new blog and reading on how the "babies" are doing back home! Can't wait to read further posts! =)
Love, Michelle
i love cats too!!!
Hey Margo,
In the beginning of the story it kinda sounds like me when i brought home my cat Lucy when i lived at my moms. She said no and i begged and begged and then she agreed... And also when i first moved in with Dora i brought home Jeorge (our 17lbs cat)... and the funny thing is that Jeorge and Lucy look alike... They are white with long hair and a patch of gray on the top of their heads that gets bigger and darker every day.... Well I love this story.... Cant wait to read the next one....
~+~Brettany~+~
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