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Those Crazy Cats!
Hi! My name is Tommy Thomas, but YOU can call me Thomas. That’s me in my favorite spot on front porch. I am an out doors type. I freak if I have to go inside.
This is Tommy Thomas. We don’t know where he came from and even though he was an outdoor cat and refused to come in the house, mom and dad made him as comfortable as possible. They made him a nice box with a small opening on top and lined it with carpet.
They placed it on an enclosed porch out of the weather and north wind and he just loved it. In really cold weather a heating pad made it a warm and comfortable place to sleep. He spent many hours in his nice warm box.
Hi! My name is Sammy, but YOU can call me Sam
This big boy was called Sam. He was kind and gentle and had beautiful golden eyes to match his long golden hair. When he came to stay with mom and dad, he was very hungry and had been declawed. People mistakenly believe cats can be turned out and know exactly how to care for themselves. This really isn’t the case. House cats that are accustomed to being cared for feel totally lost when left to fend for themselves.
Hi! My name is Clancey, but YOU can call me Clancy cuz that’s the only name I go by.
This handsome fellow was named Clancey. He appeared to be an old cat when mom and dad found his living in the bushes at the side of the house. He had gorgeous blue eyes. It was immediately obvious that he was becoming lame. Upon inspection, it was found that his drew claws had not been trimmed and had grown into the pads of his front paws. Mom also suspected that he was suffering from kidney failure. He was taken in for surgery to remove the drew claws so that he could walk again and it was confirmed that he was suffering from renal failure. For some reason, Sam took him under his wing, so to speak, and looked after him and he did just fine for some time. Sadly, after Sam passed away, Clancey went downhill very rapidly and only last about a month before passed to the other side as well.
Hi! My name is Princess and that’s the only name I go by.
This tiny little girl was named The Little Princess. Mom and dad realized she was living in the back yard and took her in. She was only about nine months old at the time and was horribly thin. Of course, they took her to the vet for shots and to be spayed. It took Princess a good six months before she stopped being terrified every time mom left the house for fear she would lose her. She was a funny girl and she absolutely loved being brushed. She didn’t seem to know how to play the way cats usually played, but she made up special games that she only played with mom. She was almost twenty years old when she passed to the other side.
Hi! My name is Cleo, but YOU can call me Cleo cuz that’s the only name I go by.
This funny guy we called Cleo. We never knew where he belonged. All the other cats liked him and he would come and go as he pleased, but he didn’t belong to us.
Regardless, our door was always open. He came in for a meal when he pleased and he was welcome to spend the night when the weather was bad. He was sweet and funny and gentle.
Hi! My name is Calico — I got that name due to my natural coloring.
This beautiful lady was called Calico. She was only six weeks old when she miraculously found her way through fields to our back deck. Mom and dad heard her cries, but she was too weak to crawl out from under the deck and dad had to tear boards off the deck to get her out. She was so beautiful, mom often said God colored her special with little tan ears and a tan tip on her tail. She was often called the perfect cat. She was sweet and gentle and had impeccable manners.
Hi! My name is Felix — but YOU can call me Felix, ’cuz that’s the only name I go by.
This boy mom and dad named Felix. He was only three weeks old when he was thrown away in the weeds across from our house out in the country and left there to either starve or be coyote food. He was tiny, but he had a strong voice or they would never have found him. His brother was found there as well. The brother was paralyzed from the midsection down. He was made as comfortable as possible and died a few hours later. Mother had to hand feed Felix for the next four weeks until he would eat on his own.
Keshia and Muffin
Hi! My name is Keshia, and that’s the only name I go by.
Hi! My name is Muffin, and that’s the only name I go by.
These guys are brothers. The long haired cat is Keesha and the short haired one is Muffin. They were found at the entrance to a flea market in a cardboard box in the hot sun with no food or water. Still, that is much better than throwing them away like so often happens. Keesha’s favorite thing in the whole world was having his tummy rubbed. Mom often said they have never been anything, but a total joy. Clara dog thought all of the kitchens belonged to her. She watched over them and cared for them like they were her own babies and they adored her.
Hi! My name is Dipstick — YOU can call me Dippy.
Butcher never got to meet this fellow. He was the charge of another friend of my guardian. We understand that Dipstick potty trained himself without any help from anyone. He was raised from a kitten and was very feisty and loved to play. He also loved to catch mice When he was not playing or catching mice he was sleeping most of the time.