This really is a special place, isn't it?

I talk to all the cats, but most of them don't talk back. The two red ones
(Sammy Redcat and Harri Roadcat) do, but not the others.

I can't leave the house without tracking down most of the cats and petting
them while them to "be happy, healthy, safe and comfy today". I absolutely
cannot leave the house without doing that!

If you DIDN'T talk to your cats, then we would worry.

I fell on my backside today when shoveling the driveway.  Nothing broken but
my dignity, there is a small factory across the street and the guys
applauded after a couple came over to see if I was ok.  Pride comes after
the fall in this case!!!

How wonderful it must have been, to have shared your life with 20 cats.

And how painful, too, as you have outlived many of them :-(

I didn't get my first cat until 1982, and in all that time, I've only
had 3 of them. But I count myself very fortunate, as they have been so
very wonderful.

Lucky, my most precious cat. She loved me above everything, even
herself, which is very rare for a cat. Fairly common for a dog, but not
for a cat. She was a tuxedo beauty, and went to the Bridge in 1999. I
mourn for her several times, each and every day of my life. Especially
when I can't sleep, which is almost every day.

Blizzard. My beautiful, all white kitty. She was not very smart, but she
was very, very friendly; to me at least. She had medium length fur, and
it was unbelievably soft. I used to spend so much time just petting her;
she was just so very, very nice to touch and hold. She lived for 18
years; a good long life. She went to the Bridge in 2001. How I miss her!

And now, I just have my sweet , beautiful calico cat, Kenzie. She talks
to me; but not all of the time. Not like a meezer. Only when she has
something important to say. We share my tiny little old run down house,
with it's 91 year old furnace. (It's very, very cold here in the winter,
and the furnace is about 45 years past it's life expectancy.) Kenzie has
an electrically heated bed i made for her. In the winter, she spends a
lot of time on it, because it's pretty cold in the house; about 62F.

She's just the most amazing cat in the world. She has never, ever,
gotten into mischief. I got her when she was 3 years old, and she was
already on her second set of humans. They over disciplined her. It took
me over 2 years to teach her that it was OK to get up on the sofa, or my
bed. But she still won't do it unless I'm there. Never. Ever. And she
just doesn't know how to play; I've tried to show her, but she really
needs another cat to teach her. But she hates all other cats. That is
one thing I cannot change. Kenzie will always be an only cat. So she has
one 'fault'. I have hundreds.

But she is sooo very, very sweet. She purrs when I call her name. She
purrs if I come into the room she's in. Even though I leave the closet
door open where her cat food is kept, and she knows it is there, because
she will run to the door and put her paws up on the door frame, asking
to be fed. Even when I come home late, and it is way past her supper
time, she has never even tried to tip over the bag to get some food. She
could easily tear the bag and eat as much as she wanted, but she never
has.

Every day is a treasure with Kenzie. I try to treat them that way. There
will only be so many, and then there won't ever be any more. I try not
to think about that.

And I talk to her, all of the time. Mostly, I tell her how pretty she
is, and how lucky I was to get her (it is a very long story) and how
much I love her.

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"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein

Life is very difficult. Once you understand that, life becomes easier.
-Buddha