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I’ve written about my cat Molly that survived all odds through being locked up in a tiny room during the school summer break and how she was found in a bad state when school started again. That’s how we came to add Molly to our home.

First she belonged to my daughter, Susie.  Then later, when Susie was in her teen years and more interested in work, friends, photography, and her social cat, she sort of forgot about Molly.  One day my son, Tony, came to visit us and saw that Molly was being ignored by Susie, who wasn’t home.  When he left, he packed up Molly’s things and put her in a carrier and took her home with him where he could give her attention and care for her better.  Then when I moved to Oregon to live by myself, we all thought I needed to have a pet.  The perfect pet would be Molly who knew me and felt comfortable with me. She also did much better as an only pet and she didn’t have that with my son (who had two other cats, snakes, and a bearded dragon).  So we packed her up and she made the final drive from the San Francisco Bay Area to our new home in Portland, Oregon.  We were happy, Molly and I.  Then, she very suddenly got very sick. From a Friday to a Monday she had stopped eating and drinking water and was hiding.  I took her to the vet first thing Monday and she was too far gone. The vet said she could do some tests and some procedures but there was only a 30% chance that she would make it.  She was in pain.  So I had to very tearfully make the decision to let her go.  I haven’t wanted to get another cat.  I don’t want to let myself open for that kind of hurt again.  But then I remind myself that I did the same thing with human relationships after my divorce.  I put up a shield to protect myself from the pain and the falling apart.  And now I’m alone.

So…I got a cat!  I don’t have her yet.  I get her on Friday.  She currently lives at my daughter’s friends’ house but they have a dog and four other cats with whom she doesn’t get along.  We went to see her last night.  She’s a beauty.  She looks a bit like my Molly.  She is a Maine Coon mix with extremely long and very full hair.  She’s a light color, gray and brown mix. She has very pretty eyes and she is very friendly.  She took to me right away. In the meantime, I get things ready for her here at home and her current family gets ready to say goodbye to her.  I pick her up on Friday.  I’m already happy and looking forward to having a new room mate with me.

Her name is Who.  That might change but if she is used to it, she can keep her name.  Who and I will be happy together.

If you’d like to read more about our family’s kitties, you can do so here.   Sadly, some of these kitties are no longer with us. Molly has been gone for almost three years now.  Elliott has been gone for almost two years.  Nari has been gone for four years. We still love them all.  

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A Visit From Molly



For background, this is my post from almost three years ago.  Molly’s visit follows it.

This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen

This wasn’t supposed to happen.  I tried not to get close to you.  I tried not to love you.  I knew that it would hurt too much if you ever left me and so I tried not to love you.

So this wasn’t supposed to happen.  Now you’re gone.  Just as I think the tears are all gone, they begin again.

How is it that you got to me?  How is it that I let you get to me?

This wasn’t supposed to happen.



This week, while sorting through things in my bedroom, I saw Molly out of the corner of my eye.  I laughed at myself.  She has been gone for almost three years.  There are no cats here anymore.  It was my imagination.  A few minutes later, there she was again.  And a couple of hours later, again.  Always in my bedroom which is where she used to sit at the window looking out.  The next day it happened again.  Then the next day, sitting on the couch, I looked down at my pants and there was her fur.  It was hers but there hasn’t been any cat fur in my house since Molly died inn 2012.  But it was there.  I picked it off of pants and felt it.  It was real.

Then yesterday I hear her meowing.

I guess the phantom kitty is visiting.

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Kitty Cat Troubles

Those of you that have followed my blog might remember that my daughter’s cat of 16 years died in September. She waited a while then finally got a new kitten at the shelter in mid October. We have all fallen in love with the kitten. He is an orange Tabby named Naranja (orange in Spanish, named by the staff at the shelter).

He was doing great but had diarrhea. We took him to the vet last week. He checked out fine. They gave us a flea treatment for him and a kitten de-wormer. That was last Wednesday. Late Sunday night my daughter came home from work and went into her room then I heard her start yelling to me that there was something wrong with the kitten. When I got to the room, he was at the food dish trying to eat but he was so weak that he couldn’t stand up. He kept flopping over to the side. We took him to the 24 Hour Vet Hospital. They said they weren’t sure he’d make it. His temperature was two full degrees lower than normal and his head was flopping side to side. He couldn’t track movement with his eyes. They put him on an IV to hydrate him and took some blood work. We left him there. Within the hour the vet called and said she thought she had found the problem. Naranja is anemic. So they gave him a blood transfusion and started him on medication. (more…)

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Barking Dogs

I don’t know how it happened but today I found myself sitting on a stranger’s couch, babysitting three dogs.  Let me take a moment here to tell you that I do not like dogs.  I never have.  I have always been scared of dogs.  I had one dog,  when I was a teenager, that I loved.  I named him Bambi because he looked like a little deer.  He was a miniature Chihuahua.  That’s the only dog I’ve ever liked and the only one I’ve not been afraid of.  Back to today.  My daughter is moving out of one apartment to a house.  She’ll be sharing a three-bedroom house with three other people.  Two of the people are a couple so my daughter gets her own room.  This afternoon, she called me and asked if I would take a carload of boxes to the house.  She and her friend were each taking their cars full of boxes.  My car would make three carloads which would make a significant dent in what she had to move.  I agreed.  When we got to the house, we were greeted by excessive barking  . . .  from inside the house my daughter is moving into.

As the girls unloaded the three cars and brought them into the house, I got to sit it all out because I have a bad back and my daughter didn’t want me to get hurt so she asked me to just sit and wait for them.  I did.  However, in order to make things quicker, they had to leave the front screen door open as they made trips to and from the cars.  That meant that the three dogs would wander out if they weren’t watched.  I was elected to watch them.  So for about a half hour, I had to entertain a Shih Tzu named Taylor, some kind of spaniel named Blackie, and a dachshund named Nitro.  It took some work to keep them away from the door but then they decided they were interested in their new friend, me.  They began to vie for my attention.  Nitro would sneak under my elbow and quite forcefully push it up so his head would be on my lap and Taylor stayed at my feet jumping up and down and yelping (well they weren’t really yelps but his bark is a lot like a yelp).  Blackie was the best behaved doggie.  He just sat next to me and sniffed my legs and put his head on my knee.

I entertained them and I kept them from running out the front door into traffic.  However, I did not overcome my fear of dogs, barking or not.

I guess this means I won’t be visiting my daughter very often.

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A New Kitty Cat

My daughter got a new kitten today.  As some of you will recall, the cat she had for 16 years died about five weeks ago.  She resisted getting a new cat for awhile.  On Tuesday she told me she was ready for a new kitty and we ended up going to the animal shelter in Healdsburg where she fell in love with two different cats who also fell in love with her.  However, she wasn’t sure.  She said she’d know it when she saw it.  We went to another animal shelter, this one in Santa Rosa.  The attraction of this particular animal shelter is that although their kitten adoption fee is $125, if you find one that has been there for two weeks or more, the adoption fee is discounted by fifty percent.  She found one.  As luck would have it, this particular kitty cat had only been in the shelter for four days so no discount!  However, it is absolutely adorable.  He is three months old.  He was in with three brothers from the same litter, all of whom were surrendered by their owners.  He was one of two orange tabbies.  This one is a medium hair with the cutest round, flat face.  His name on the sheet also drew Tina’s attention…his name is Naranja (Spanish for orange).  That kitty is already loved and being spoiled.  He has fit in at her apartment quite nicely.  He’s home.

I like kitties.  I don’t have one and I usually don’t get one.  The kids get them but I don’t.  The last time I had a cat of my own was over 25 years ago, while I was pregnant with my first child.  She was a beautiful smoky grey Maine coon cat.  Her name was Misty.  One night she ran across the street and a car hit her as I watched from inside the picture window in my living room.  She was killed instantly.  I took that so hard that I have not allowed myself to get close to a pet since then.  Going to see the kitties with my daughter today, reminded me how much I love them.  There were several I would have gladly brought home with me if I could have.   Now I’m thinking that when I move out of this house in June or July, if at all possible, I will get a cat for myself.  I don’t think I will get a kitten.  I think I’d rather get an older cat, one that has already developed its personality and disposition; one that will let me hold it and love it and sleep with me.

Something to look forward to.

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