-Female
-Domestic Short hair
-Black and white
-Green eyes
-CUTE
Hi! This is my blog. I'm a cute little black and white cat named Cherry. My Mommy picked me out at the local shelter on January 17, 2011, two weeks after her first cat had died. She chose me because I was the cat who was chasing the feather toy around in circles and falling over dizzy. Hey, what can I say? I was 7 months old then. We all do stupid things when we're young. The final thing that made her decide on me was that when she picked me up, I flopped right over and started purring. Right from that moment she knew I was a keeper!
It's kind of funny though, she almost went home with another cat. She entered the room and he was right over there with her purring and being friendly. Luckily for me, he jumped away when she picked him up.
I'm a bit of a kleptomaniac. If it looks even remotely fun, I'll take it. Mommy once found my hoard full of wrapping paper, old envelopes, prescription papers, homework, pretzels, fabric, feathers, and a lot more. Good thing for me that everyone finds the important stuff before it's too late. You used to be able to hear me dragging things up the stairs and at one point, the notepads in the kitchen had two little fang marks from where I dragged them away. I've also stolen checks too.
And I love to get into anything you're eating or drinking. Especially chips and coffee. For some reason, I just love coffee. If you leave a cup out, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll have my face in it in no time. I'm just a silly little girl, as Mommy puts it.
Woody-Male
-Brittany Mix
-Liver and white
-Gold eyes
-FLUFFY
Mommy got Woody about two years before me. She's told me a lot about him. They adopted him when he was under a year old. He was so skinny. They think he was abused, so he's a bit skittish around new people and places. He's really lovable once he gets used to you though. He's a bit crazy if you ask me. He's always running around and trying to get me to play, but he never wants to play when I do! Hrmmf.
Mommy
-Female
-Human
-Strawberry blonde
-Blue eyes
-MOMMY
Mommy is awesome. No, I'm not just saying that because she saved me from the shelter, but because she takes such good care of me. She's very creative. She sews, sculpts, draws, sometimes she paints, and much more! She's always making me stuff.
She's home schooled, so she has a ton of time for ME. She's having a rough time for the past few years, and this year is the worst, but I'm here to cheer her up.
Casie (RIP)-Female
-Domestic short ahir
-Torbie
-Green eyes
-Love of Mommy's life, Mommy's guardian
Mommy got me two weeks after Casie's death. She was so upset about losing her that she couldn't be without a cat for any amount of time. The night Casie died, they were submitting a form to the shelter and two weeks later got me. For those two weeks, Woody, who wasn't allowed upstairs where Mommy sleeps, slept with Mommy. She wasn't able to sleep without having anyone there. Casie was always by her side when she slept and it made her feel safe. Now she has me. Even if I don't sleep with her when she goes to bed, she knows I curl up with her during the night and check in on her.
A word from Mommy on Casie:
~Mommy: We had Casie since I was two. She was found on the side of the road as a kitten. My parents were driving to a country club at the time and saw a bunch of kittens playing in the road, but they couldn't stop and get them. On the way home, they were still there, so my parents drove home and then came back for the kittens. The others hid in a drainage pipe and my dad was only able to grab Casie. I guess we're kind of lucky he only could catch her, otherwise we would have never had a cat. If they had rescued more than one, they would have all been brought to a shelter, but my mom wanted to keep Casie.
I'll admit it, Casie was a bit of a bitch. She chose me as her person, so she was as mean to me. Actually, that's a lie. She probably attacked me the most, but we had a bond. She was my best friend. She was my protector. I remember one morning, someone came to wake me up and Casie was on the outside edge of the bed where the person came to wake me up. I ended up being woken up by Casie hissing at them. It was actually kind of funny. Nice to know she would have protected me if needed.
Now fast forward to October 2010. I had a feeling something was wrong with Casie, but had no way of justifying a trip to the vet. If it was up to me, she would have been there ASAP, but it was up to my parents.
Casie was always fat looking(I'll get to that in a bit), but I was starting to notice that if you looked at her back end while she was standing, you could see her bones while her stomach hung to the ground.
Then finally in December, we got her to the vet. She wasn't eating and that wasn't normal at all for her. She loved food, but I couldn't get her to eat anything. We got her to the vet and he said he felt something weird in her abdomen, so they needed to take an x-ray. Long story short, she had a huge mass and we were given a choice. They said they could operate(with a 50/50 chance of survival) and see what could be done, we could give her antibiotics to see if that helped at all, we could let her live until she died, or we could put her to sleep. We chose the operation and we were sent home with antibiotics for her for the few days before the operation.
That weekend, I had gotten a new camera so I spent the whole weekend taking pictures of her. I think I took over 300 of her...
The night before her operation, she couldn't eat or drink so I put her in the dog's crate so she couldn't get into anything. I was taking no chances of her getting into anything. That night, I slept on the floor beside the crate. A few times during the night, I could feel her pawing at me. I knew she wasn't happy about being in there, but I wasn't going to take the risk.
I skipped school the next day. I think my parents understood how much she meant to me and deep down, they probably knew she wouldn't live.
Anyway, we dropped her off at the vet's that morning. I told myself I'd ask to stay with her until she was asleep, but I just couldn't. I walked in there, handed her over and just ran out crying. I feel horrible about it now. I owed it to her to be with her. I should have been the last thing she saw. Instead, my last image of her was her terrified face watching me as I ran out.
She ended up being put to sleep during the operation. There was nothing they could do about the tumor. It was already in three organs and she would have died a few weeks later. I don't think I'd ever been so upset. We had lost a dog a few years before, but we didn't share the same bond as I did with Casie. She was my baby girl.
And I still love her with all of my heart. Never will I forget her. ~
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