Friday, May 05, 2006
Missy the Cat
We had only one cat growing up. She was all white and thought to be half Persian and half Angora. She was quite a character. Missy kept all stray dogs out of the neighborhood. Fearlessly she run after them, hissing and arching her back as cats will do. In the days before air conditioning she took to sleeping all curled up in the bathroom sink. A little strange if you got up during the night to use the facility or go to get a drink of water. During the colder months I'd come home from school and she come out from under a chest of drawers in the living room where there was a heat vent. Now mind you I never did actually see her sleeping under there. Then one day I opened the bottom drawer and there she was all curled up asleep on top of the dish towels. She had found a way to get in from the back.
Another thing she'd do was "beg" at the table like a dog. If you held up a strand of spaghetti she'd work her way eatting up to your fingertips. She'd also run like crazy if you shook her box of "Friskies". It worked better than calling her name.
Now back then we didn't rush to have her fixed like you would these days and so "Missy" probably should have been more appropiately named "Madam" as she had 3 or 4 litters of kittens before we did finally get her fixed. She would always have 4 very fluffy kittens, 2 all white and 2 salt and pepper. There was once a grey one but that little fellow didn't make it even with us trying to help with bottle feedings. By the way all were always quickly adopted, as they were really pretty and cute.
When we knew the time was near for her to give birth my mom would make up a box for Missy in the kitchen or basement. There was this one time that she wanted her kittens to be in the floor of the closet in my parents room. We'd no sooner bring them back to box in the kitchen, then we'd pass her with one in her mouth going up the stairs! My mother finally gave up, cleared out the shoes, and put the box up in the closet for the duration. It's hard to fight with such a determined mother cat.
Copyright © 2006 Deborah Sharp Loeb
Another thing she'd do was "beg" at the table like a dog. If you held up a strand of spaghetti she'd work her way eatting up to your fingertips. She'd also run like crazy if you shook her box of "Friskies". It worked better than calling her name.
Now back then we didn't rush to have her fixed like you would these days and so "Missy" probably should have been more appropiately named "Madam" as she had 3 or 4 litters of kittens before we did finally get her fixed. She would always have 4 very fluffy kittens, 2 all white and 2 salt and pepper. There was once a grey one but that little fellow didn't make it even with us trying to help with bottle feedings. By the way all were always quickly adopted, as they were really pretty and cute.
When we knew the time was near for her to give birth my mom would make up a box for Missy in the kitchen or basement. There was this one time that she wanted her kittens to be in the floor of the closet in my parents room. We'd no sooner bring them back to box in the kitchen, then we'd pass her with one in her mouth going up the stairs! My mother finally gave up, cleared out the shoes, and put the box up in the closet for the duration. It's hard to fight with such a determined mother cat.
Copyright © 2006 Deborah Sharp Loeb
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