I Had My First House Cat When I Was Sixteen
My first housecat was an 8-year-old purebred Siamese cat that we adopted. Her name was Sugar, but she did not live up to it. She would occasionally get into trouble. Once she chewed the entire corner off of our Road Atlas, and she chewed up my Mothers genealogy papers. I loved Sugar dearly, even with the characteristics that all Simese cats seem to have. She was a Seal Point Siamese cat. She loved to lie on my lap, but at a certain point, she would give me an evil look. I had to set her on the floor as she would stare at my face as if she were in attack mode. She dearly loved our pet parakeet, Perry. She would lie down next to where he was, and his singing would lull her to sleep. She loved to play with any sponge that she could find. She ran into the field one day, and luckily, my Mother spotted her in an area where no crops were growing. I put her back in our house, and luckily, she never did that again. She lived to be 16 before breast cancer set in, and I had to have her put to sleep.
Ginger Was A Chocolate Point Siamese Cat
She was a very gentle and loving cat, always by my side. She got along fine with cats except female cats. She lived to be eighteen before I had to put her to sleep. She kept me safe from a bat that had gotten into our home while our house was undergoing new shingles installation. She chased it down until I could remove it.
Philmoor
Philmoor was a cream colored tuxedo cat. He was exceptionally friendly, and he would sleep next to me every night. He would purr away contentedly, and he got along fine with my older cats. I found him in a Perkins parking lot. He got liver cancer, and I had to put him to sleep at the age of ten.
I Adopted A Ginger Cat Named Red
Our veterinarian gave Red to me when Sugar died. He had found Red wandering around on a golf course in the winter. Red was a brilliant cat, and he quickly learned to play a cat ball game. He was energetic and wanted to make sure you watched him, knowing he was a master at that game.
Sebastian, Kohl, And Conrad Where Born On My Farm
They were black cats, as I have always loved them because they seem to have a pleasant disposition. Sebastian was an outdoor cat to begin with, but one cold day, he sat by the door and looked at me with his adoring eyes, as if to say, “I will make an excellent housecat for you.” I gave him a warm bath that night and dried him off while he settled in. That evening, he rounded up every toy mouse in the house and had them all lined up in a row.
Kohl
Kohl was a sickly kitten, so I let him in the house. He had the most pleasant disposition of any cat I have ever had. Kohl was a wonderful lap cat, and he got along well with all of my other cats. he was a smart cat and figured out games quickly. Kohl got cancer, and I had him put to sleep.
Conrad Was Born In An Outdoor Cat Building
He became my housecat when he was almost one year old. he would drown any mouse that might happen to get in the water bowl. I threw out the mouse, and he had a fresh, clean water bowl to drink from. He could figure out any treat ball or toy in a matter of seconds.
I Have Cali, Garfunkel, And Milton Now
Garfunkel is a sweet and loving gentleman cat, and Cali is very affectionate and sweet. Milton treats my elder cats with respect and care. Milton deowns mice in the water bowl just like Conrad used to. Cali is still very active and enjoys playing with her cat toys. Gearfunkel is always next to me. I love all of my cats dearly. Cats bring joy to our lives, and it has been proven that people with cats live longer. Cats help keep blood pressure down and provide many other health benefits. God bless all of our feline family with good health for many years to come.
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