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After 30 years of continuos, multiple cat ownership - there are a few that stand out in memory, LOL.


Cash - my first one. Black with white markings, run of the mill thickcoated kitten. Got her at 4 weeks of age because mom got run over. I remember this little scrap of kitten standing on a slice of ham that was bigger than her, having a cow because the ham wouldn't come along with her [she was standing on it!], growling, hissing and have a fit, LOL. Cash the cat of 9 lives and literally used them all up. In 30 years I've never had another cat that got into so much life scaring trouble than this one. Rescue 1: still back in Germany - she climbed the corner post of a huge barn next door to the house I was renting - the entire neighborhood was bringing out consecutively taller ladders to try to reach her. Everytime it seemed someone was able to get to her, she'd go up another 4 or 5 feet. We ended up with the fire department and a fire truck getting her down - she also made the newspaper back then.


Rescue 2: Cash + Jenny got boarded for the first time during my honeymoon - 2 weeks. Both refused to eat, Jenny [had much better sense] started eating after 3 days, Cash went on hungerstrike. We came back after 5 days and picked her up from the boarding places vet - near dead. From there on she always associated car rides with me going away and leaving her, and meowed and screamed on wide open non-stop while the car was moving. After 2-3 hrs she'd be croaking instead of meowing but continue to keep it up for hours at a time.


Rescue 3: Cash in the USA - climbing up one of these humongous pine trees, all the way up to the lower branches. Out in the country this time. The fire department just laughed at me when I called. I went there in person, flirted a young volunteer into coming along with one of these extra long extension ladders [they wouldn't let us have a truck ;o(  LOL] and I had to get up to get her down, as everytime he would go for he - she'd go up some more. Can't remember how tall that ladder was = but it was a tripple extendable one and I was standing on the top rung, hugging the bloody pine tree!


Rescue 4: Same ****** pine tree, same dang cat! Fire department said - no way, don't even try! My husband said, leave her up there - she'll come down eventually. She said in that tree for 3 days meowing. I finally got a neighbor to help me - extra long rope, a brick, and lots of throwing exercise to get the brick over that branch to shake her out. Me standing underneath to catch her - the scratches on my face and neck took about 2 years of fading creams to go away, LOL.


Rescue 5: Hurricane Hugo - we are evacuating. As I am loading all cats and dogs up, Cash realizes - oh sh** - not in the car again and dissappeared. My husband threatened to leave me behind [yeah - we are divorced, LOL], while I was searching for her. We probably were the last family leaving the area, LOL. In the process I found "Mathias" a chocolate brown manx kitten who I scooped up instead of Cash. When we came back 3 days later, a most indignant and p.o.ed Cash was sitting on the doorstep demanding to be fed right now!


There have been more Cash episodes afterwards - her last one [she was 12 at the time] and to my everlasting regret I had just chewed her butt out for stealing food again from the counter top and swiped her behind [terrible thief - you could not leave anything food related out in the open and walk away - for years we had chickens and turkeys without wings - they always dissappeared during unthawing, LOL. Sandwich - gone. Icecream, pudding, yoghurt - gone.] Cash - the raider of trashcans, and god forbid the fridge door wasn't closed tightly - all meat items chewed into, stuff pulled out and dragged through the house. There had been more than once that I got so mad with her I near took her out, but she did have my heart! Anyways = that last day I had just busted her behind again - went to the store to replace what she messed up, and came back to find her run over on my sidewalk. This did break my heart and I still hurt that we parted upset with each other! I always wondered if she was as upset with me than I was with her, and she wasn't paying attention to where she was going - don't laugh! I loved this cat more than my husband and she was the reason why I had broken off more than once with someone I was dating. That was my kid - love me love my furkids!


Quincy - a shaded silver persian - another love in my life. The announcer of sunny mornings [when it was raining he just staid in bed and snuggled under the covers, sunshine mornings - paws on chest, whiskers in face, purrs into my nose, LOL]. The bringer of daily gifts [if he couldn't find a suitable toy, he would raid my office desk and bring pens, markers, or papers. I never again had as many business cards with teeth marks on them, while I had Quince]. Always underfoot, always waiting in front of a door when he missed his chance to come into a room with me. I never managed to go to the bathroom alone while I had Quincy, LOL.


Gizzy - his chinchilla persian sidekick. A sweetfaced and easy with me beautiful persian girlie - not the brightest cookie in the jar, but always loving and affectionate with me. Did not like anybody else but Quince or me - a total 1 person cat. Rarely ever got in trouble, never took anything she wasn't supposed to, never countersurfed, stole food or raided trash. A total goody2shoes; she did have a lot of health issues all of her life, including a recurrent relapsing rectum - that poor cat had more surgery than all of my other cats alltogether. Both of them gone now.


Virgil - a white persian; my walking guide, snake warner [I can stand right next to a rattler or copperhead and not see it until it starts moving] - he walks with me on our acreage and makes sure I don't step on one, LOL. Lovely loving boy, also one of the 1 person cats. He's old now and wants to be out on the acreage, whenever I bring him into the house here in town after a day or two, he is unhappy because he can't go outside - we're living on a busy road with 45 m/h traffic], I am not going to risk him being runned over.


Howlee - a silver shaded persian - the most complainetive, talkative, never-shutting-up cat I have ever owned [all of my cats talked] - Howlee is the most vocal of them all - a constant running commetary - ALL THE TIME! He is with Virgil on our country place - so he only has me 3 or 4 hrs a day now, but he manages to get most of his talking needs taken care off. Also getting older now and a tad mellower. He just grumbles and chirps a lot nowadays instead of outright conversations, LOL.


These are just a few of the many that have graced my life the last 30 years or so; I'd always rather have a cat than a dog [although I have both]!


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