Capture: Cats Love Cameras
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Welcome Jos, I've been watching your vegies grow! Burmese are lovely... looks like she's well and truly got you in the cat box.
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Jos,
Kia ora all, thanks for the warm welcome!
Crazy that you know my vegetables Julie, though I do know you are an old mate of Jacksons.
Hazey got it right in the end though...
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I could take the little guy anywhere in a box.
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I'll try and restrain myself as I join in - much too late - here I present the best cat ever, Piffer Apperley, born 1990, died 2006; was our family cat that later my young family inherited when parents and younger siblings were overseas. As a young man, he was absolutely beautiful & placid, allowing small girls to dress him in dolls' clothes. As an older man, when we took him on, he was - well - delightful. The babies (now aged 14, 9 and 7) took him to bed, lay on him, pulled his fur and generally loved him. I'm not sure how to post pics - but will try, pic one is miss now 14 and her little brother now 9 just hanging with the cat.
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and here's the boy just relaxing on the floor in front of fire with the baby - miss now 7. If she cried, he would either stroke her with his paddy paw, or if it got too loud, would squeeze himself through the fireguard fence and roast himself until his whiskers curled. (Baby born middle of winter.)
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And I promise I'll stop now - but here's baby and cat bonding after a feed. He would climb on my lap and lay across the baby while she breastfed (be glad I'm not posting pics of this). This is also the cat that would bring trophies (birds, lizards) to me while I was pregnant with all three - it was like he knew. They'd be on my bedroom floor when I woke. He was a moggie but huge, with beautiful grey, black and white markings and pink nose and paddy paws. Just lovely. He is greatly missed. Pretty, scatty Lily that was now have is the antithesis - stays well clear of kids.
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oh I truly thought I'd finished - but here he is in a box. He'd also like to sit on the step/footrest part of the highchair to partake in any scraps that would come his way.
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Nora Leggs, in reply to
but here he is in a box
Sure you haven’t got more? He sounds pretty cool.
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Kate Hannah, in reply to
I have found many more - from about 2004 onwards he was unwell most summers in the heat, and we tended to take rather too many photos of him as we thought he was on last legs- when in fact he survived a move to Auckland in 2005 & 2 more summers before dying in his sleep after a last supper of left over KFC, one of his favourites (he would lurk for the bones). Then there's his bete noires, the evil burmese twins who were equally quirky and fantastic.
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The hangout for all you cool Mt Eden cats ... Alley Cats Club, corner of Mt Eden Rd and Boston Rd, 2006.
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SteveH, in reply to
This is also the cat that would bring trophies (birds, lizards) to me while I was pregnant with all three – it was like he knew.
Our vet told me that cats often want to be close to pregnant women because they can hear the extra heart beat, so he probably did know.
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Oh that does make sense, SteveH! The minxy Burmese - Bubble & Squeak - would vy for prime position next to the bump, which I figured was merely their innate heat-seeking tendencies. Bubble would sit on the bench over the dishwasher and kind of lean out into the steam.
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The beautiful Boadecia, whose picture I posted earlier, never managed to recover. Last night we made the hardest decision and she's resting in the garden forever more. She and her sister arrived in our family fourteen years ago, only eight months into our couple hood, so it doesn't feel like home without her here.
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Nora Leggs, in reply to
Heartfelt sympathy Isabel.
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Bart Janssen, in reply to
I'm so sorry for you Isabel.
They become such a integral part of your life. Part of the trade off for loving and caring for a cat is the pain of their loss. For me the pain seemed just as great as when my father died.
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Nora Leggs, in reply to
Part of the trade off for loving and caring for a cat is the pain of their loss. For me the pain seemed just as great as when my father died.
I agree entirely - the other part of this is that the pain is usually equal to the joy and love we have had with our cat (or other pet). First time one of my cats died I was stunned by the intensity and duration of the grief. Hope Isabel will be kind to herself, and that others around will be understanding and kind too.
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Hebe, in reply to
First time one of my cats died I was stunned by the intensity and duration of the grief.
I agree, though pet grief (cats and black labradors) has been an unalloyed, pure grief for me. There is no sorting through the human-ness of the loved ones and one's family with a pet; it's just plain sad.
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grief is grief
Fortunately joy is joy, whether it comes from the love given to a pet or to a human.
And as we have seen here those cats can inspire so many wonderful emotions
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Thank you for your kind words. I am very sad but I find this grief easier to deal with than the anxiety and anticipation of sorrow that the last few days held. The sadness at the end is worth it for all the comfort, joy and sheer entertainment they give us the rest of their lives.
The past week or so has been incredibly difficult for more than one reason but, throughout, people have been absolutely lovely.
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Julie Cross, in reply to
The sadness at the end is worth it for all the comfort, joy and sheer entertainment they give us the rest of their lives.
I hope you have lots of lovely photos - her green eyes are just wonderful. I found this pic yesterday amidst a bunch of photos... a comforting hug.
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Lilith __, in reply to
Isabel, I'm sorry. Last time I had to have a cat-friend put down, I felt like I'd been kicked in the guts, for weeks afterwards. It's not just the loss, but also the awful responsibility of deciding when they're suffering too much. And then the counting down to the end. Absolutely hideous.
But yes, it's like any other attachment. The hurt is the price we pay for all the wonderful times we've had together.
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Bart Janssen, in reply to
the awful responsibility
Yes! Having had to make that decision for another being more than once now I am amazed at those people who are able to help another person die. Whether they be doctors or hospice workers.
We anguished so much, trying to balance suffering with hope.
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Jackie Clark, in reply to
Once you've made this decision, it's still hard, but I know what you mean about that period of time where you have to think about the right thing to do. In all our animals' deaths, we have been very lucky, I think, in that they had made the decisions for themselves - for my Lady, and Genghis, they suddenly were ill to a point where life was no longer sustainable. And with my beloved Cleo, we had spent many months, after her initial diagnoses, keeping her happy and relatively well. And once again, she was able to be happy and active with the vet's help, right until her body could no longer keep going. Grief for pets, in my opinion, is very often the only times in our lives when we can mourn the loss of one we love with such purity. There are no complicating factors, often times. No words left unsaid. No unresolved feelings. As they love us so uncomplicatedly, and without reservation, in life, so we give that love to them in return.
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Reluctant as I am about adding to the cat population online, I was persuaded to add this one of Cat Number 1,who is quite possibly the dimmest cat in the world. She once belonged to an old lady up the road, under a different name. When Queenie died, her cat turned up at our house and has been here forever. Obe is short for 'obnoxious' or 'obsequious'. My daughter loves her but Obe has received her last warning about peering inside.
....sorry, photo next, using the big computer.....
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Here we go....
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