KITTYOSYNCRACIES

In honor of my two cats, I have created this special page.

Today, October 19, 2002, is the first anniversary of the passing of Kelly, my beloved black cat, who had to be euthanized on October 19, 2001. I began to feel a bit sad yesterday when I thought about it, and I also think that Sylvie became a bit sad. He kept following me around all day. I think that he was afraid that I would get rid of him also.

March, 2006 update. On Tuesday, March 21, 2006, I had to have Sylvie euthanized. He was growing a tumor on his face and began to literally tear himself apart. It was the most merciful thing I could do for him, albeit the hardest for me.

Sylvie is my big ol' fluffy cat. He is BIG, long-haired, and the most gentle cat. I think he is a Ragdoll. He wandered into my boss's sister's back yard one day. Black and white, sometimes called a Tuxedo Cat, he resembles the cartoon cat Sylvester, which is what I named him; however, I began calling him Sylvie for short, and he answers to it. Of course, he answers to Buster, Chester, Mister and Fat Cat too. I think it is just the "st" sound that he recognizes (which really doesn't explain his answering to Fat Cat), but hey.

One of these days I intend to take pictures of my cat and post them here.

Now, it must be understood that my cat Kelly was a genius. She was super-intelligent. She said "no" to me once. I asked her to come over so I could pet her, and she walked away from me and said "Mno." It was plain as day. The word "no." It was not "meow," it was "no." Of course, I was the only one in the room at the time, so noone else heard this, but she did say it. She never spoke to me in English again. Anyway, getting back to Sylvester, Sylvie is a little bit dumb. He always was a little bit dumb. In the old apartment, he constantly locked himself in the bedroom. He used to go in there and look at his reflection in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door, and poke at it with his paw until he pushed the door shut tight. Then he would meow frantically and scratch at the door until I let him out. Then he'd run to me meowing for sympathy. Then, he would go back in the bedroom and do it again. Oh well, what can I say. But he is lovable. He meows and walks next to my ankles and gets up and runs after me if I go into the other room. He wants me to stand and watch him eat and keep in company, and if I walk away he stops eating a runs after me to come back. He is an unusual cat, I must say. I call him the fluffity-wuffity cat. Or sometimes the big-ole fluffy cat. Or sometimes my fluffity cat. Or sometimes a nuisance, since he wants 100% attention 100% of the time. Or sometimes the noodge cat. But anyway, I love him.

Here's an interesting site: MeowMail.

It has some interesting articles, all written by cats, and you can get your cat an e-mail address too! Check it out.