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{November 8, 2010}   Is It Really a Calico Thing?

Zoee

Simone

Our vet in Tennessee told us that calicos were the “divas of the cat world.”

When our beloved calico, Simone, passed away a year ago, we adopted another calico, Zoee.  If you read my previous blog, A New Year’s Wish, you know that we felt Simone was a very special cat.  She chased hockey players on the TV, stopped our cuckoo clock, and had a special game she played with me when I changed the sheets on our bed.  It seemed Zoee had a lot to live up to.

Right after we adopted her, Zoee picked the same spot in the bed to sleep with us.  I explained that by saying she must smell where Simone liked to sleep. But Zoee took things a lot further.

She loves the cuckoo clock; she comes running when the clock strikes, and sometimes even anticipates it, waiting on the table near it for the cuckoo to sing.  Our tiger cat, Aimee, could care less about it and shows no interest.

When I make the bed, there’s Zoee, hiding under the blankets, just the way Simone used to.  She will go under each layer of sheet and blanket as I go along–no sign of Aimee.

Last, but not least, she reacts to the TV like Simone did; only her sport t is golf (see my previous blog, My Cat Likes Golf?!).  She gets up on the TV stand, stands up on her hind paws and chases the ball on the screen.

It makes us wonder: is Simone still with us in spirit, through Zoee?  Or is it a calico thing?

P.S. No disrespect to Aimee; she has her own cute behavioral quirks and we adore her, but they aren’t the same.



{December 29, 2009}   A New Year’s Wish

A New Year’s Wish
The year 2009 brought dark days for my husband and I, as it did for so many others. My husband was laid off from his job in the automotive industry and wasn’t able to find another job for almost the entire year; we didn’t know how or when we would be able to pay our bills. There were days we felt so defeated, we wondered if it was worth the struggle.
During that time we had a twenty-year-old kitty who was a stable center of our lives. We were watching her get old and knew we were watching her final months. Yet, each time we thought she must be in her last days, she rebounded over and over. She taught us about persistence and not giving up. Our bedroom was on a separate floor from her bed and food. Yet every night when we went to bed, she would descend the stairs with us to go through the bedtime ritual she had performed for her whole life.
We had set up a ramp to help her get up on the hope chest at the end of our bed, which then enabled her to get up on the bed. She would climb up and rub the tv remote and wait for the evening petting. When we were ready to go to sleep and turn off the tv, she would slowly make the difficult ascent up the stairs to her own bed. I watched her climb the stairs, each time afraid she might not make it. She would drag her back left leg; she would pull herself up with her front paws, one step at a time. Yet, she still didn’t decide it wasn’t worth it. Sometimes she came down several times a night to walk on my head or crawl under the blankets. And of course, to let me know it was breakfast time.
She lived in six places and three states in the course of her long life. She never minded the moving as long as we were all together. My husband was her caretaker during his unemployment, bathing her and cleaning up after her when she got sick. When she finally lost the strength to get out of her bed, and her eyes grew cloudy, we didn’t look at it as now we could live a little cheaper…we had lost our inspiration, and I knew my husband’s isolation would be devastating. Despite our financial situation, I told my husband that a pet was a necessity, and we had to adopt a new kitty.
We immediately adopted two unrelated kittens. They perked us up and became our joy. My husband laughed at their leaps and sprints. We took picture after picture and allowed their antics to take us away from our worries. I was glad we didn’t always put money first. When Christmas came, we bought some toys for our kitties and nothing for ourselves; Christmas morning we played with our girls, felt blessed, and felt hope for the times ahead.
Pets are a blessing no matter how tough the economy; whether it is stray dog for a soldier in Iraq or a homeless person, or a pet for an older person in a nursing home. Despite what the new year may bring to the economy, I hope all the pets left behind because of foreclosures or financial ruin find homes in 2010, bringing love and joy to those who have lost hope or faith that things will get better.



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