Cat Tales with Laura and Inspirations with Laura

Flossie Was My First Cat

She would follow me on the farm and sit next to the swing set when I was swinging. She would also wait with me while I was waiting for the school bus to pick me up in the morning. She loved to be held and fussed over. Flossie had many kittens that carried her pleasant personality gene. She died out in the field where my father was working. I think she was probably about 15 when she passed.

Blacknose Was One Of Flossie’s Kittens

She was a beautiful tortoiseshell calico cat who loved to be held. She also loved to kill garter snakes and leave them by the door to show you her catch of the day. Over the years, she had several kittens, but none of them would get near a snake. Blacknose would follow me around the farm like her Mother. She lived to be 12 years old.

Schnitzel

He was a gorgeous yellow and white outdoor Tom. He would let me dress him in doll clothes and sleep in a shoebox converted into a cat bed. He was the top tomcat on the farm, but very gentle and loving. I found out that he had been shot one day, as someone thought he was a rabbit. I was glad they told me. The party felt very bad about it.

Sprite

She was a beautiful red tabby and an excellent Mother cat. As a young child, she would let me carry her around, and she never scratched or bit me once. She waited with me for the bus. I had her for about 6 years until a hunter came along and shot her right in front of my father, and then they took off like a bolt of lightning. Sprite had six young kittens. We had another cat whose kittens were dying. We gave that Mother cat Sprite’s kittens, so at least she carried on through her offspring.

Fresca

She was a Maine Coon cat that my cousin gave to me years ago. She was a lovely, long-haired cat, and she had beautiful kittens. Once, she blew her coat, which is typical for them, and she soon had a nice new coat of hair. She was a tuxedo-looking cat. She lived to be 12.

Kohl, Sebastian, Onyx, Midnight, Blackie, And Conrad

They were pure black cats. All of my black cats have had charming personalities. They were very gentle and loved being held and patted on the head. Blackie would sit in your lap for hours outdoors if you would let her. Kohl and Conrad had easygoing personalities. Kohl was a cat who loved everyone who came into your home.

Sylvester, Garfunkel, Red, Ginger, Philmoor, Russ, Cali

I still have Garfunkel and Cali. Garfunkel is a lovely and loving cat. Cali has a little cattitude but is nice and purrs contentedly. Red was a people cat, and he had to make sure you watched him as he had mastered a cat toy game to perfection. Sylvester was a lovely, kind tuxedo cat, but sadly, one day, two stray dogs came and killed him. Russ was cream-colored and had a loving soul. He died at ten years old of a heart attack, I think. Philmoor was a beautiful cream-colored tuxedo cat. He would sleep on my bed and purr away. He had an outstanding personality. He developed liver cancer, and I had to have him put to sleep. Ginger was a lynx point Siamese mixed with a domestic shorthair. She had a kind heart. She lived to be 18 before I had to have her put to sleep.

Snowflake, Maggie, Lizzie, and Bella

I adopted all four of these cats since their caregiver had died. Snowflake was gentle beyond gentle. Maggie was very loving and would follow me when I went outdoors. Lizzie was skittish initially, but she became a very affectionate cat. Bella was a tabby cat that loved to be patted, and she was kind. They lived to be 16, 12, 13, and 15.

I Have Had Other Outstanding Cats Over The Years

Kind and pleasant-mannered cats leave footprints in your heart, and the light they brought into your life keeps shining in your heart forever.