My 8 year old cat Misty died on October 2, 2009. We believe it may be due to the Advantage we gave her. The vet told us it was an injured nerve and it got better then 6 months later, it came back. The night before her legs went completely numb then her front legs and all she could do was lay there and then she passed that morning.
My family once had a cat named Pandora. Someone’s future mother pulled out of the garage and drove off in the family station wagon while Pandora was on top of the car. We never saw her again. Pandora I mean. The driver is still with us.
We had an awesome neighbor in Chicago we referred to as our Puerto Rican grandmother because she took such great care of us and fed us all of her secret recipes. One Thanksgiving, she bought a frozen turkey at the store and when she brought it home, she set it in on the kitchen table.
One of her cats was curious about it and wanted to check it out. Somehow the cat managed to bump the table enough to start the turkey sliding. It slid off the table and landed on the cat, killing it. Since then, Carmen has set her frozen turkeys on the floor or in the sink.
These are all touching stories and great cautionary tales. What I’ve learned: always check the roof of your car before driving off for vacation and always put your turkey in the sink.
These are stupid stories. I would be much more entertained by reading stories about how to keep your cats safe. What a lame site you have wasted your time creating.
Hey Rebecca, why don’t you keep your twatty remarks to yourself. You can obviously see here that multiple people are enjoying themselves without your useless and unpleasant input. Get a life, bitch.
I had an adorable little tuxedo cat named named Speed. I named him that because when he decided to live with me as a kitten, I brought him inside and he ran around the whole house really fast, like he was checking it all out! After about a year, he began to get lethargic, which was not like him at all. I took him to the vet and discoverd that he had a blood parasite that can be contracted from fleas. My poor little kitty cat made a valiant effort to live- I even gave him a few blood tranfusions! But alas, his little bloodstream was no match for the invader. I had to make the heart-rending decision to have him put to sleep while he was happy and breathing some oxygen– otherwise he may have died in a panic, being unable to breathe! My heart was absolutely shattered. I mourned that cat as if he were my child. I still have a framed photo of him on my dresser, 15 years later.
We rescued 2 cats from an abusive house as a young married couple, bringing our total number of “condo cats” to 5. They went well with the Great Danes. They were two grey tabbies, Katie and Little Bit. Little Bit was so named because she looked a little bit like Katie. (Abusive and unimaginative previous owners) Little Bit was a nervous kitty and had some trouble adjusting to the new, crowded, noisy household, but she held her own. She would hide in closets and this is where the trouble started. When she was enjoying a little rest one day, the pest control guy let himself in and sprayed everywhere, including the cat. Crap. She staggered out when she heard us come home, and we got her to the vet ASAP. She had to start some meds to prevent liver failure, and IV fluids to prevent kidney failure. But, she pulled through!
The next chapter in Little Bit’s hard life came when she was enjoying a nap on the half wall at the second floor landing, too bad Buster, the cat of the devil, jumped up next to her and scared her so bad that she fell two stories to the tiled floor. She lived through that one, too. However, the resulting head trauma meant that when she got too nervous, the circled rather than walk in a straight line. She got nervous a lot, so I had to get an Atavan prescription for my cat. Those cat aroma therapy plug ins work pretty well, too.
So, 1o years later of a circling, anxious tabby cat, who got to see the birth of our son, the started to loose some ground. My vet is my best friend, outside of my husband and 16 year old long hair cat, and had known Little Bit since we rescued her. We decided that with her age, (at least 15), and her medical history, we would just make sure she was comfortable and calm. She started to have some chest congestion and trouble breathing, so I got the bright idea to let her stay in the bathroom while my husband showered with a shower soother to open his head. She seemed a bit better, but left to go out that night, Christmas
Eve. She curled up and went Home, too that night, thankfully peacefully after all her hard years. She gave us a lot of laughs over the years, and taught us a lot. I am glad her later life was filled with comforts as the start of her life wasn’t.
I have always been a rescuer of cats, dogs, and any other furry creature, so I too have had tons of pets. I think the saddest story was when I was in 2nd grade our home burnt. It was brick, so the outside was not damaged. We stayed at my grandmothers and kept our cats at our home. We lived in the country and they all lived outside. We would come every day and feed them while we did work on the house. One day we came and I noticed something floating in our pool out back. I got the net and tried to get it out when I realized it was our cat Smokey I went off screaming. My stepfather came and got him out and found someone had tied a brick to him and tossed him in the pool. He had become so bloated that he had floated to the top. We never found out who did that horrible thing….
I’ve owned pets all my life, my parents got my first dog as a puppy a few months after I was born, so he could grow up with me. Cats always took my interest though, I can say I think I’ve had about 20 cats, maybe more. My family always had cats among other pets. Bella and Baby were sisters and lived until they were about 17 or 18, then had to be put to sleep due to just being so old. Those were the first cats I had the pleasure of living with. Among the large amount of cats that had to be put down from old age or disease, or got outside and never came home, the most memorable out of them were my cats Jade and Blaze.
Blaze we adopted I would say in late 2003, 2004 I believe. She was an amazing cat, always hyper, always friendly, and I had a lot of fun with her. Jade we adopted in 2005, he was crazy, and had a problem going to the bathroom in his litter for about 2 or 3 weeks. Jade used to sleep under my arm, and Blaze would sleep on one of my feather pillows.
My father moved to Florida in 2007 and took them with him. They had about 6 or 7 litters of kittens and soon became outdoor, or as people down south like to say “farm cats”. Unfortunately, in I’d say 2008, maybe early 2009 there was a monitor lizard that was prowling my fathers yard, and three raccoons that would come and feast on the cat food at night. Jade started roaming, and wouldn’t show up for days at a time..after a while we just never saw him again assuming something got him, or one of the neighbors took him in.
Blaze on the other hand didn’t travel far, since she had kittens to tend to, and after one of them went missing in the might, she definitely didn’t go far. One day while she was out, I went to go check on the kittens when I had woken up, I pulled the the big rubber ware container out that we put them in (so they couldn’t escape, but Blaze still had access to them, since they were outdoor cats), and I come to find two kittens screeching, clawing to get out, then saw the other two, bodies all contort and twisted in ways I couldn’t imagine. Their poor little necks snapped, blood coming from their little bodies. I screamed when I saw this and started to cry historically, my Godfather came out to see why i was upset and in between sobs I got out “the kittens are dead”. He brought the two living kittens in to me and buried the other two.
About five or six months later, after giving birth to her last littler of which I got my amazing cat Doodle from, Blaze too went missing, and never was found.
The two surviving kittens now live a happy life with my grandparents though, I raised them even though they were so young, and they turned out to be amazing cats, that make my grandparents very happy.
Sorry for the long story, didn’t realize how much I had typed until I finished. I could go on about all my cats, but I figured I would just share the story about the cats that made more of a dent in my life.
Thank you all for your stories. There are some real tearjerkers here. As great as they are, pets have one major flaw: they almost never live as long as we do.
My 8 year old cat Misty died on October 2, 2009. We believe it may be due to the Advantage we gave her. The vet told us it was an injured nerve and it got better then 6 months later, it came back. The night before her legs went completely numb then her front legs and all she could do was lay there and then she passed that morning.
My family once had a cat named Pandora. Someone’s future mother pulled out of the garage and drove off in the family station wagon while Pandora was on top of the car. We never saw her again. Pandora I mean. The driver is still with us.
We had an awesome neighbor in Chicago we referred to as our Puerto Rican grandmother because she took such great care of us and fed us all of her secret recipes. One Thanksgiving, she bought a frozen turkey at the store and when she brought it home, she set it in on the kitchen table.
One of her cats was curious about it and wanted to check it out. Somehow the cat managed to bump the table enough to start the turkey sliding. It slid off the table and landed on the cat, killing it. Since then, Carmen has set her frozen turkeys on the floor or in the sink.
These are all touching stories and great cautionary tales. What I’ve learned: always check the roof of your car before driving off for vacation and always put your turkey in the sink.
Keep them coming!
These are stupid stories. I would be much more entertained by reading stories about how to keep your cats safe. What a lame site you have wasted your time creating.
Hey Rebecca, why don’t you keep your twatty remarks to yourself. You can obviously see here that multiple people are enjoying themselves without your useless and unpleasant input. Get a life, bitch.
I totally agree with Nikki..if you got a problem stay off the site…these cats were like family to us.
I had an adorable little tuxedo cat named named Speed. I named him that because when he decided to live with me as a kitten, I brought him inside and he ran around the whole house really fast, like he was checking it all out! After about a year, he began to get lethargic, which was not like him at all. I took him to the vet and discoverd that he had a blood parasite that can be contracted from fleas. My poor little kitty cat made a valiant effort to live- I even gave him a few blood tranfusions! But alas, his little bloodstream was no match for the invader. I had to make the heart-rending decision to have him put to sleep while he was happy and breathing some oxygen– otherwise he may have died in a panic, being unable to breathe! My heart was absolutely shattered. I mourned that cat as if he were my child. I still have a framed photo of him on my dresser, 15 years later.
We rescued 2 cats from an abusive house as a young married couple, bringing our total number of “condo cats” to 5. They went well with the Great Danes. They were two grey tabbies, Katie and Little Bit. Little Bit was so named because she looked a little bit like Katie. (Abusive and unimaginative previous owners) Little Bit was a nervous kitty and had some trouble adjusting to the new, crowded, noisy household, but she held her own. She would hide in closets and this is where the trouble started. When she was enjoying a little rest one day, the pest control guy let himself in and sprayed everywhere, including the cat. Crap. She staggered out when she heard us come home, and we got her to the vet ASAP. She had to start some meds to prevent liver failure, and IV fluids to prevent kidney failure. But, she pulled through!
The next chapter in Little Bit’s hard life came when she was enjoying a nap on the half wall at the second floor landing, too bad Buster, the cat of the devil, jumped up next to her and scared her so bad that she fell two stories to the tiled floor. She lived through that one, too. However, the resulting head trauma meant that when she got too nervous, the circled rather than walk in a straight line. She got nervous a lot, so I had to get an Atavan prescription for my cat. Those cat aroma therapy plug ins work pretty well, too.
So, 1o years later of a circling, anxious tabby cat, who got to see the birth of our son, the started to loose some ground. My vet is my best friend, outside of my husband and 16 year old long hair cat, and had known Little Bit since we rescued her. We decided that with her age, (at least 15), and her medical history, we would just make sure she was comfortable and calm. She started to have some chest congestion and trouble breathing, so I got the bright idea to let her stay in the bathroom while my husband showered with a shower soother to open his head. She seemed a bit better, but left to go out that night, Christmas
Eve. She curled up and went Home, too that night, thankfully peacefully after all her hard years. She gave us a lot of laughs over the years, and taught us a lot. I am glad her later life was filled with comforts as the start of her life wasn’t.
Keep spaying, neutering, and rescuing!
I have always been a rescuer of cats, dogs, and any other furry creature, so I too have had tons of pets. I think the saddest story was when I was in 2nd grade our home burnt. It was brick, so the outside was not damaged. We stayed at my grandmothers and kept our cats at our home. We lived in the country and they all lived outside. We would come every day and feed them while we did work on the house. One day we came and I noticed something floating in our pool out back. I got the net and tried to get it out when I realized it was our cat Smokey I went off screaming. My stepfather came and got him out and found someone had tied a brick to him and tossed him in the pool. He had become so bloated that he had floated to the top. We never found out who did that horrible thing….
I’ve owned pets all my life, my parents got my first dog as a puppy a few months after I was born, so he could grow up with me. Cats always took my interest though, I can say I think I’ve had about 20 cats, maybe more. My family always had cats among other pets. Bella and Baby were sisters and lived until they were about 17 or 18, then had to be put to sleep due to just being so old. Those were the first cats I had the pleasure of living with. Among the large amount of cats that had to be put down from old age or disease, or got outside and never came home, the most memorable out of them were my cats Jade and Blaze.
Blaze we adopted I would say in late 2003, 2004 I believe. She was an amazing cat, always hyper, always friendly, and I had a lot of fun with her. Jade we adopted in 2005, he was crazy, and had a problem going to the bathroom in his litter for about 2 or 3 weeks. Jade used to sleep under my arm, and Blaze would sleep on one of my feather pillows.
My father moved to Florida in 2007 and took them with him. They had about 6 or 7 litters of kittens and soon became outdoor, or as people down south like to say “farm cats”. Unfortunately, in I’d say 2008, maybe early 2009 there was a monitor lizard that was prowling my fathers yard, and three raccoons that would come and feast on the cat food at night. Jade started roaming, and wouldn’t show up for days at a time..after a while we just never saw him again assuming something got him, or one of the neighbors took him in.
Blaze on the other hand didn’t travel far, since she had kittens to tend to, and after one of them went missing in the might, she definitely didn’t go far. One day while she was out, I went to go check on the kittens when I had woken up, I pulled the the big rubber ware container out that we put them in (so they couldn’t escape, but Blaze still had access to them, since they were outdoor cats), and I come to find two kittens screeching, clawing to get out, then saw the other two, bodies all contort and twisted in ways I couldn’t imagine. Their poor little necks snapped, blood coming from their little bodies. I screamed when I saw this and started to cry historically, my Godfather came out to see why i was upset and in between sobs I got out “the kittens are dead”. He brought the two living kittens in to me and buried the other two.
About five or six months later, after giving birth to her last littler of which I got my amazing cat Doodle from, Blaze too went missing, and never was found.
The two surviving kittens now live a happy life with my grandparents though, I raised them even though they were so young, and they turned out to be amazing cats, that make my grandparents very happy.
Sorry for the long story, didn’t realize how much I had typed until I finished. I could go on about all my cats, but I figured I would just share the story about the cats that made more of a dent in my life.
Thank you all for your stories. There are some real tearjerkers here. As great as they are, pets have one major flaw: they almost never live as long as we do.
Keep sharing, it’s cathartic.