El Gato, (or The Cat)

As I’m sure you know I have an unhealthy a slight addiction to pets. Ever since I was little.

The story of my first cat is a sweet one. I was about two years old at the time and it was the day before Easter. My mom rode the el train to someone’s home who was fostering a gray tabby cat. It was pouring rain and she had a fairly long ride ahead of her. When she arrived she was greeted by this cat. As she sat down on the couch he jumped in her lap and she knew right then that she had to bring him to me. The foster parents were nice enough to give my mom a ride back into the city. The minute my mom stepped in the door, as my mom tells it, I saw the cat and immediately said, “Buster! Buster!”. Thus, Buster became a huge part of our family for 12 years. He was a bird catcher, he loved macaroni and cheese and he was partial to black and white cats. When I was 14 he went missing. At the time we lived in the mountains and while he was a big tough guy and I’d like to believe he just went away to die, (as he was 16 years old and began to have cataracts)… well, you get the idea.

After that there were a series of cats: River, he was a Flame Point Siamese that my mom’s friend found.  At the time he had a pit bull that didn’t take too kindly to cats so he offered me that cat. I promptly said “YES!” as I’d never had a Siamese and I’d wanted one for so long. My mom let him out one night while I was in the hospital and he was hit by a car.

And Dalton. Dalton I rescued from the Veterinary office I’d been working at. He had an upper respiratory infection and had been abandoned. The moment I saw him I fell in love. I had been extremely lucky that the cat rescue who did business with the Vet offered employees first dibs on adoptions.

There was Squirt who somehow ran away, (we never figured out how she got out). She was a little orange and white cat who constantly attacked Dalton. I got suckered into taking her at the shelter.

Then there a set of kittens, DiMaggio and Jeter, that I fostered for two months.  A girl that worked next door to us had a bunch of kittens that they couldn’t keep. They were cute little tabbies that were polydacytl, (had that extra digit on their paws). I told her I’d have to find homes for them but I would keep them for a while. They are living with a nice old lady in Glendale.

There was Penny and Zeus, both Siamese who I had to find homes for due to the change in our management companies at my old apartment building, (I could only keep one cat and of course, it was Dalton since I’d had him for so long). Zeus is living with a girl and her iguana in Long Beach. I don’t know about Penny though. I miss her terribly though. She has the same markings as Marilyn did that’s why I had to tget Marilyn. Redepmtion in a way.

Shawn brought me Pepper two Mothers Day’s ago and Jem let her out. She was a cute black and white but very sassy. She put a hole in the screendoor and we never saw her again.

And then there was Oliver, you know what happened to him.

And now? We have Dalton and Marilyn. *sigh* I’m sensing a pattern in runaways.

But now, well…I’ve gone and done it again!

I found her hanging around the back yard area.

Her pretty blue eyes and dress are what drew attention to her as she was slinking near the flower beds.

Pattern is from Etsy. A lady on their added an Alchemy request that she wanted a handmade Meezer. How could I resist when I have such love for the breed? (And I admit that getting the pattern was an extra bonus!) She was made with Red Heart Super Saver, (ewwww…but they make great toys), and some leftover Vanna’s Choice for the dress. Her eyes are felt and the ribbon and button on the dress are from my scrapbook stash.

And while I’d love to keep her we are done with pets. Even if they take care of themselves. She will be in the post this afternoon where her new mom will love her and take care of her.

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5 thoughts on “El Gato, (or The Cat)

  1. OMG, you had many cats! I only had (and still have) Mr. Poon. My parents were not into cats so I got bunnies and hamsters when I was little. Mr. Poon is now 7 or 8 (we are not sure) and even if he wakes me up way too early I still love him a lot!

    Cute kitty!

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