There he was, a large black kitten (10 pounds and 11 months old) with gleaming gold-green eyes staring at me with a glint of humor in them. He smiled at me, as if a cat can smile, and, as they opened the cage for me to hold him, he jumped into my arms and cried "Mama". I then realized that I had found my first feline son (or rather he had found his new human Mommy.)
That was over 12 years ago. Since then he has been my guardian angel who has stayed by my side through all the ups and downs that life brings. He is my best friend and he is not alone; three years later, a little girl kitten (6 months old) came into our lives: Caroline; and she became Baby's wife.
This is Baby, the most wonderful cat
in the World.
LIFE WITH BABY
You might think that living with two cats is an easy task; you feed them, change their water, clean their litter box, keep them healthy, give them a little love and that's all they need. WRONG!!!! Cats have very individual personalities, just like humans, and some of them will fight, yell or manpulate until they get their way. Baby is like that.
When Baby first adopted me, I realized that he probably had been abused as a kitten. He was a fighter and a biter and never purred. It took about 3 or 4 years before he started to purr, and that was only after he was showered with love and affection and constant attention and, while that was happening, he quickly learned the fine art of manipulation.
Baby is a very vocal cat. He will not meow, he will yell or howl if he doesn't get his way; although, on a few occasions, he will just stand by the kitchen door or the food bowl looking at me with a pleading, helpless look in his eyes saying "please feed me again, Mommy." He has me trained to the point where I sleepwalk 2 to 3 times in the middle of the night just to feed him wet food. Also, twice a day Baby insists on being brushed. He just adores having his belly brushed. This is a very smart cat.
All in all though, when Baby rubs against me, purring now, kisses my eyelids when I sleep, guards my bedside every day, and plays watchcat every night when he hears someone outside my house, I really don't mind all the manipulations; they are worth it.
Baby has put up his stocking so that Santy Claws will give him lots of Crispmouse presents.
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My ex-boyfirend Ken had been coming home from work many times over a month or so, raving about this friend's kitten. A woman he was working with had bought a kitten in a pet store for her son; but her son was allergic to the kitten. The kitten then was adopted by another of Ken's co-workers, Pete. Ken used to go over to Pete's and just play with this feisty little kitten. He said she was sweet, fearless and very beautiful.
One day Ken came home from work and told me that Pete had moved to a house where he wasn't allowed to have pets. I hesitatingly looked at Ken and asked in a knowing voice "Where is she?" He answered "In the van." I said "I don't want another cat - I've just gotten so close to Baby and just want to love him." Ken said "Just for a day or so until we can find her a home." Reluctantly I agreed, and we did try to find her a home, but to no avail.
Baby liked Caroline right away but she was a little terror towards Baby, growling and attacking him. For safety's sake, we had to keep her locked in the bathroom while we went out, for fear she would attack this fat black cat who just adored her so. One day we finally had had it. The time had come --- it was now or never. We said "Let's leave them alone and let them work it out, kill each other or whatever." We had to let nature take its course. When we returned home that evening, there they lay, asleep in each other's arms, kissing and cuddling as if they had been married forever. The result of the experiment was obvious; my son had found a wife, and I a new daughter.
Caroline is a beautiful 9 year old calico cat. She has the disposition of an angel and the agility of an athlete. She sleeps between being in Baby's arms and resting her head on the pillow next to mine with her little arms surrounding my larger one. What a joy she is. I can never understand how I could not have wanted to love her. I tried not to love her, but I couldn't resist that sweet and loving disposition. Ken said "She's definitely your cat. She doesn't want to have anything to do with other people." She is my daughter now; she too adopted me, and I love her so much for choosing me to be her Mommy.
This is Caroline, the most beautiful
and very special Princess in the whole wide world
LIFE WITH CAROLINE
Caroline is a totally different kind of cat than Baby. Although she had been in 3 homes and a pet store before she came to me, she was always an independent, feisty little girl, who needed nothing other than love. Lots of love. All the time.
Caroline doesn't yell or scream like Baby, although she talks in little meows that sound like "murp murp murp" to say "I love you Mommy" or anything else she has on her mind. Once she came to me and insisted I follow her to the closet after I had been out at the store saying "Mommy, you locked Baby in the closet, please let him out". My ex-boyfriend Ken used to affectionately call her the "Murp Kitty".
Completely opposite from Baby, Caroline is a very physical cat. At 8 pounds, she is a true athlete, and can run around the room bouncing off the walls at warp speed. She is able to jump high into the air and do miraculous flips as well. As I mentioned earlier, Caroline sleeps with her head on my pillow next to my head while Baby, on the other hand, guards the foot of the bed. When I go to sleep at night, I feel like I am protected on all sides.
Caroline still thinks she is a kitten. While Baby is 18 pounds and too fat to jump up, having to roll on his back to play, Caroline is everywhere, going non-stop. She likes to play with Baby by jumping on him; unfortunately since he is so fat, he can't match her agility and has to rely on his brute strength to even out the battle. They make quite a pair, and seem to balance out each other's abilities quite well.
Caroline has put up her stocking so that Santy Claws will give her lots of Crispmouse presents.
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A VERY BIG THANK YOU!!!
Baby and Caroline have a small shrine they had me make to the Egyptian Cat Goddess Bastet (Bast), who listens to their prayers and watches over them in times of need.
THIS PAGE WAS PUT OUT APPROXIMATELY FIVE YEARS AGO, IN HONOR OF BABY, WHO WAS EXTREMELY ILL. THANKFULLY, HE FULLY RECOVERED.
UNFORTUNATELY, HOWEVER, ON JANUARY 13, 2005 AT 6:08 PM, BABY CROSSED THE RAINBOW BRIDGE IN THE LOVING ARMS OF HIS MOMMY. BABY WAS A VERY STRONG AND POSITIVE KITTY, AND HE BATTLED A VERY AGGRESSIVE FORM OF ORAL CANCER FOR A FEW MONTHS BEFORE HIS TIME TO CROSS THE RAINBOW BRIDGE CAME. WE SPENT 14 YEARS TOGETHER THAT WERE FILLED WITH LOVE, DEVOTION AND TRUST.
NOW, WE CAN ONLY PRAY THAT OUR BELOVED BABY IS PAIN FREE, AND PLAYING IN THE FIELDS WITH HIS KITTY FRIENDS WHO WHERE WAITING FOR HIM WHEN HE CROSSED THE RAINBOW BRIDGE. WE ARE ALSO PRAYING THAT BABY WILL BE THERE, JUST WAITING FOR US TO JOIN HIM, WHEN OUR TIME COMES, SO THAT WE CAN THEN BE TOGTHER ONCE AGAIN.
ON JUNE 18, 2013, AT 7:45 PM, CAROLINE JOINED HER BELOVED BABY ACROSS THE RAINBOW BRIDGE. SHE HAD CELEBRATED HER 20TH BIRTHDAY ONLY THREE DAYS EARLIER. CAROLINE WAS A JOY FROM THE DAY BABY AND I FIRST FELL IN LOVE WITH HER. WE HAD 19-1/2 WONDERFUL YEARS TOGETHER LOVING EACH OTHER, AND WHEN SHE ASKED ME TO HELP HER CROSS BECAUSE SHE WAS OLD AND IN PAIN, WHEN HER REAR LEGS NO LONGER FUNCTIONED, HOW COULD I REFUSE, AS HARD AS IT WAS. NOW, SHE IS NO LONGER IN PAIN AND MY LOVE WILL BE WITH HER FOREVER.
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