Booger
A donation was made in memory of Booger on Mar 21, 2015.
We live in the country. One day, our neighbor Mary, found a stray cat on her property. She diligently looked for the owners via the shelter in town, via posting ads in our area. No one appeared to claim the stray.
Who, of course, as these stories go, turned up to be pregnant. (Quoting Bob Barker here - HAVE YOUR PETS SPAYED OR NEUTERED!)
Mary adopted the stray cat, she called her Missy-Toes. She kept Missy-Toes, and one of the kittens, once they were born. Another neighbor and I each adopted one of the other kittens. The other neighbor called her cat Penny, she lived to be 16 years old. My daughter named our kitten Minnie-Toes. Was a name that wouldn't stick long.
A year or so after they were born, Minnie-Toes was outside, and attacked by a predator. Her name changed to Pinnie-Toes, when Dr Rita Bauman (remember her from Nicki) had to surgically fix her broken paw with two pins.
As years progressed, Minnie-Toes turned Pinnie-Toes, became called BOOGER! Cuz she was such a feisty (and slightly disagreeable) little thing sometimes! She would want to go to sleep with her at our daughter's bedtime - but then wanted out of the room a few minutes later. She would do, 'The Kitty 500!' as we termed it. Bouncing off the walls and door of the room at about 100 mph. And so she continued to earn the name, BOOGER! She had LOTS of attitude!
Booger was a lady at heart.
At our house, the dressers aren't covered with family photos or jewelry boxes. At our house, the dressers are covered with pillows - for the cats. They especially love flannel pillowcases in the colder weather.
Booger, or Boogie as she was sometimes called, especially appreciated when the pillowcases were changed on those pillows. Nothing like fresh linens to a true lady. (Remember the fairy tale - The Princess and The Pea? Well that was Booger... She would literally watch me change the pillowcases and climb up on top of that new linen.)
Booger didn't go outside to 'go potty.' She went outside to, 'water the rosebush.' Which she did, and then speedily came back inside.
She would walk up to the food dishes on top of the buffet in the diningroom, and refuse to eat food. We had two boy cats at the time. She would wait for me to top off the food dishes. She understood when I offered it to her: something with, "no boy kitty-spit on it."
My husband never liked cats, or so he said.
And they don't like me, he'd add.
All evidence to the contrary.
I don't know who loved whom more.
Only that I'd laugh at them both with their mutual admiration and say, "GET A ROOM!"
Deborah S.
Who, of course, as these stories go, turned up to be pregnant. (Quoting Bob Barker here - HAVE YOUR PETS SPAYED OR NEUTERED!)
Mary adopted the stray cat, she called her Missy-Toes. She kept Missy-Toes, and one of the kittens, once they were born. Another neighbor and I each adopted one of the other kittens. The other neighbor called her cat Penny, she lived to be 16 years old. My daughter named our kitten Minnie-Toes. Was a name that wouldn't stick long.
A year or so after they were born, Minnie-Toes was outside, and attacked by a predator. Her name changed to Pinnie-Toes, when Dr Rita Bauman (remember her from Nicki) had to surgically fix her broken paw with two pins.
As years progressed, Minnie-Toes turned Pinnie-Toes, became called BOOGER! Cuz she was such a feisty (and slightly disagreeable) little thing sometimes! She would want to go to sleep with her at our daughter's bedtime - but then wanted out of the room a few minutes later. She would do, 'The Kitty 500!' as we termed it. Bouncing off the walls and door of the room at about 100 mph. And so she continued to earn the name, BOOGER! She had LOTS of attitude!
Booger was a lady at heart.
At our house, the dressers aren't covered with family photos or jewelry boxes. At our house, the dressers are covered with pillows - for the cats. They especially love flannel pillowcases in the colder weather.
Booger, or Boogie as she was sometimes called, especially appreciated when the pillowcases were changed on those pillows. Nothing like fresh linens to a true lady. (Remember the fairy tale - The Princess and The Pea? Well that was Booger... She would literally watch me change the pillowcases and climb up on top of that new linen.)
Booger didn't go outside to 'go potty.' She went outside to, 'water the rosebush.' Which she did, and then speedily came back inside.
She would walk up to the food dishes on top of the buffet in the diningroom, and refuse to eat food. We had two boy cats at the time. She would wait for me to top off the food dishes. She understood when I offered it to her: something with, "no boy kitty-spit on it."
My husband never liked cats, or so he said.
And they don't like me, he'd add.
All evidence to the contrary.
I don't know who loved whom more.
Only that I'd laugh at them both with their mutual admiration and say, "GET A ROOM!"
Deborah S.
