Sunday, October 12, 2014

It's National Cat Month and Mine Won't Let Me Forget

by Leann

October is National Cat Month and I have two cats who won't let me forget--and of course the fictional ones are meowing in my head, too. But of course, every second of every minute of every hour of every day is Caturday, but I believe the cats got together to make sure they had a celebration worthy of them.

So, I thought I'd share with you pics of the cats who have owned me for the last twenty years. Three of them have crossed the Rainbow Bridge and I miss them so, but they all lived a good long time.

Starting with the youngest and still with us, we have Marlowe named after Philip Marlowe. He's an epileptic kitty with other neurological issues but we love him no matter what. He does have those eyes in his favor. Love his sweet face and the way he fights every day to stay with us. What a little tough guy!


Next is Wexford, who is three and named after Inspector Wexford in Ruth Rendell's  long-running British mystery series. Wexford is a scaredy cat but he loves his new home. A lot of bird watching is going on this cat month. He's also very affectionate and definitely a momma's boy.

Simone is my grandkitty, so he doesn't live with me but a friend and I rescued him. He was trying to survive outside after having been declawed. Not a good thing for him, but so lucky for my daughter and son-in-law who adore him. He's Persian and has had heart and kidney issues but manages to pull through every crisis, We don't know how old he is, but I'd say older than 10 by now since he's having dental problems, too.

Archie Goodwin was a baby I rescued him from a grocery store parking lot on a roasting hot day in Texas 16 years ago. He was already FIV positive, but lived to be 14. When that Christmas tree skirt came out every year, he was the first to claim it. Such a handsome boy!


Agatha Christie was a tiny exotic shorthair who I felt was being abused by a person who showed cats. She had ear mites that took two years for me to clear up and was covered in fleas. What kind of a breeder allows that to happen? I called her Aggie the toy hog. She was diabetic and developed an untreatable abscess on a kidney and died when she was 16. The diabetes was hard to deal with because she was so small, only 5 pounds full grown. She loved to sit next to me every day while I was writing.

Last but not least, my beloved Indigo. How I adored that mischievous smarty pants. She was struck by an aggressive cancer when she was 17 and so, a kitty who had never been sick a day in her life, was gone within two weeks. I kept her home and was with her when she took her last breath. She and all the rest of these babies will live in my heart forever, so National Cat Month at my house is for all of them.

Feel free to tell me about your fur friends and share pictures. After all, National Cat Month only comes around every day!