Kittie
A donation was made in memory of Kittie by Doctors and Staff of Desert Veterinary Clinic on Sep 29, 2008.
When we bought our first house in TN it came with a starving kitten. She was scared to death of us but wanted some food to eat. I got some cat food and would call out kitty, kitty, kitty, for her to come and eat. I don't know where she stayed or slept. Afterwards, Calvin and I decided to keep her. I wanted to give her another name but she already knew Kitty. So I spelled it Kittie.
Kittie loved to eat. She would wake Calvin and I in the mornings by nipping some of our bare skin while we laid in the bed. I learned to keep my covers all over me when I slept so Calvin got the first pinch in the morning! (LOL) She knew when it was time to eat in the evening and would start meowing if I was late. Kittie loved to eat so much no matter what time of day it was, if she heard the refrigerator open she would be in the kitchen. She did not want to miss any chances of getting a treat.
I had Kittie's litter box in the bathroom closet. Well, Kittie would go potty when I went to potty. So later if I said "Kitty want to go pee pee", Kitty would go to her litter box. Calvin liked to sit on the floor with his back leaned up against the wall. Well, Kittie started to do the same thing! (LOL) So I guess maybe that's where the term "copy cat" comes from? In her skinny days when she was happy she would do a roll or a flip with her body. We called it the Kittie roll. So we started saying "Kittie roll" and Kittie would do the roll. I taught her to stand up on her hind legs for a treat in her younger days. I would say "Kittie up" and she would sit up.
Since I don't hear well, Kittie learned to nod her head up when responding to me when I was talking to her. When she was hungry and meowing for me to feed her, she would turn her head in the direction of the kitchen. I'm not saying she knew I couldn't hear well, but it makes me wonder. Most of the time I can't hear the door bell ring but I can tell if someone is there because Kittie would take off and hide. She was so scared of strangers that when we had company she would hide the whole entire time under our bed. When the guest would leave she would come into the living room and spread her fat body on the living room floor to show she was so relieved they were gone! (LOL)
Kitty had an aggressive side. She would growl at us when she was mad. She always growled when I clipped her claws. She would let you hold her but not long. If you held her too long she would growl. She started moving and it would be hard to hold her because it was like holding a furry watermelon. (LOL) She loved to play agressive with a shoe string. Every morning while Calvin was getting ready for work, Kittie would wait for Calvin to put on his shoes. He would always swing the shoe strings in front of Kittie so she could take a swipe at them. She loved for you to scratch her back real hard. She even liked to be rubbed with a broom!
Kittie hated to go to the vet. If she even sensed I was going to take her to the vet, she would hide. I had to shut all the doors in the house so I could catch her and put her in her cat carrier; I had a hard time getting her in. She would spread out her fat body and keep me from putting her in! The vet told me to put the carrier vertical and gently drop Kittie in. That worked. Kittie would do the "I'm dying moan" all the way to the vet. When I got her to the vet she didn't want to come out of the carrier! The vet would have to drag her out. It was hard trying to drag a slick furry watermelon out of the carrier. Kittie would get so nervous her fur would start falling out. The vet's white lab coat would be covered in fur after Kittie's checkup. There would be fur all over the examination table. It was kind of embarrassing. (LOL)
After we moved to Washington state we started to let the dogs inside the house during the day. We did not let the dogs into the kitchen. Kittie became the kitchen monitor. If the dogs came too close to the kitchen doorway she would tell them to back up. She did this with a strange chatter.
Kittie always greeted Calvin and I when we came home from work. She did this everyday except the last few days before she died.
We are glad we gave that once starving stray kitten a good life.
Kittie died of cancer on 9/2/08. She was 13 1/2 years old.
Calvin and Candace L.
Kittie loved to eat. She would wake Calvin and I in the mornings by nipping some of our bare skin while we laid in the bed. I learned to keep my covers all over me when I slept so Calvin got the first pinch in the morning! (LOL) She knew when it was time to eat in the evening and would start meowing if I was late. Kittie loved to eat so much no matter what time of day it was, if she heard the refrigerator open she would be in the kitchen. She did not want to miss any chances of getting a treat.
I had Kittie's litter box in the bathroom closet. Well, Kittie would go potty when I went to potty. So later if I said "Kitty want to go pee pee", Kitty would go to her litter box. Calvin liked to sit on the floor with his back leaned up against the wall. Well, Kittie started to do the same thing! (LOL) So I guess maybe that's where the term "copy cat" comes from? In her skinny days when she was happy she would do a roll or a flip with her body. We called it the Kittie roll. So we started saying "Kittie roll" and Kittie would do the roll. I taught her to stand up on her hind legs for a treat in her younger days. I would say "Kittie up" and she would sit up.
Since I don't hear well, Kittie learned to nod her head up when responding to me when I was talking to her. When she was hungry and meowing for me to feed her, she would turn her head in the direction of the kitchen. I'm not saying she knew I couldn't hear well, but it makes me wonder. Most of the time I can't hear the door bell ring but I can tell if someone is there because Kittie would take off and hide. She was so scared of strangers that when we had company she would hide the whole entire time under our bed. When the guest would leave she would come into the living room and spread her fat body on the living room floor to show she was so relieved they were gone! (LOL)
Kitty had an aggressive side. She would growl at us when she was mad. She always growled when I clipped her claws. She would let you hold her but not long. If you held her too long she would growl. She started moving and it would be hard to hold her because it was like holding a furry watermelon. (LOL) She loved to play agressive with a shoe string. Every morning while Calvin was getting ready for work, Kittie would wait for Calvin to put on his shoes. He would always swing the shoe strings in front of Kittie so she could take a swipe at them. She loved for you to scratch her back real hard. She even liked to be rubbed with a broom!
Kittie hated to go to the vet. If she even sensed I was going to take her to the vet, she would hide. I had to shut all the doors in the house so I could catch her and put her in her cat carrier; I had a hard time getting her in. She would spread out her fat body and keep me from putting her in! The vet told me to put the carrier vertical and gently drop Kittie in. That worked. Kittie would do the "I'm dying moan" all the way to the vet. When I got her to the vet she didn't want to come out of the carrier! The vet would have to drag her out. It was hard trying to drag a slick furry watermelon out of the carrier. Kittie would get so nervous her fur would start falling out. The vet's white lab coat would be covered in fur after Kittie's checkup. There would be fur all over the examination table. It was kind of embarrassing. (LOL)
After we moved to Washington state we started to let the dogs inside the house during the day. We did not let the dogs into the kitchen. Kittie became the kitchen monitor. If the dogs came too close to the kitchen doorway she would tell them to back up. She did this with a strange chatter.
Kittie always greeted Calvin and I when we came home from work. She did this everyday except the last few days before she died.
We are glad we gave that once starving stray kitten a good life.
Kittie died of cancer on 9/2/08. She was 13 1/2 years old.
Calvin and Candace L.
