Cats With Nine Lives And More

My Cousins Cat

His cat is now 23 Years Old and still going strong. I gave her to him as a kitten. Her Mother, Trisha, lived to b 18 years old on my farm. They are part Siamese, Himalayan, and domestic shorthair. Trisha was a brilliant cat. She would look both ways six times before crossing a road. My cousin lives on a well-traveled highway, and luckily, she taught all of her kittens how to cross a busy highway. My cousin’s cat looks good, except she lost the tips of her ears last year. She lives in a heated house inside a dog house and has a heated water bowl. She also has her daughter, granddaughter, grandson, and great-grandson, which she curls up in the wild. She goes out hunting daily and lets her grandchildren play with her tail. My cousins’ old cat died recently, and she is greatly missed.

Trisha

Trisha would hold her own with my big Samoyed dog. She was able to run down rabbits and catch them until she was about 16.5 years old. She was a great huntress, and so were her kittens. She was an excellent Mother cat and never lost a single kitten. When she was 15, she had one kitten in December, and she kept him warm, and he survived. I think she had about 90 kittens in her lifetime. She lived to be 18 years old. I found her dead outside one summer morning. Trisha was a tortoise shell-colored cat. She was greatly missed.

Sugar

Sugar was a purebred Chocolate point Siamese house cat. I adopted her when she was eight years old. She was moody, but I loved her very much. She would sleep in my bed at night and purr away. She loved to sleep in a winter vest I had with just her head sticking out in the winter months. Sugar loved to go outdoors and walk around. She loved birds. We had a pet parakeet, and she would listen to him sing for hours in his cage. When my Mother died, she sat on the tub’s edge and cried for days. Sugar got breast cancer, and I had to have her put to sleep at age 16. She was my first house cat, and I missed her terribly.

Ginger

Ginger was a Lynx point Siamese cat. She was beautiful, and she had a delightful disposition. Ginger would sleep on my bed at night. She loved Fancy Feast canned food and would come running when I said Fancy Feast. Ginger liked playing with toy mice. Ginger also loved to go outdoors for a while. Ginger was my alarm clock. She would wake me up at six on the morning dot, which was very handy. I adopted Ginger from an animal shelter as a kitten. Ginger was a very kind and well-mannered cat. A bat got in my house when they were installing a new roof. It landed in my hair, and I freaked out. It got out of my hair on its own, and Ginger went into action and got the bat pinned down for me so I could get it outdoors. Ginger was 16 when she did that, exhausted and out of breath after that ordeal. Ginger got very thin, so I had her put to sleep when she was 18 years old. I missed Ginger terribly.

Red

Red was a red tabby, and he was brilliant. My Vet gave Red to me, and he found him on a golf course as a kitten in December. If you said you wanted to go outdoors, Red would come running. He was an excellent lap cat and would sleep in my bed with Ginger. Red mastered a circle game toy, and when company came, he would ensure everyone was watching him. He was ambidextrous when he batted the ball around with his paws. Red had a great temperament, and he was an easygoing cat. Red’s back gave out, and he lost control of his bladder function. I had to have him put to sleep at age 17. He was greatly missed. I have been blessed to have many wonderful and loving cats. Each cat left a special place in my heart, and I loved them all. Thank you for blessing me with excellent and caring cats throughout the years.