Tatty

This Tat was a very lucky and tough pussy.
We went to the SPCA to find a kitten for my son.
I am slow looking at animals and I stopped at every dog cage but my husband and son rushed through into the cat section and left by the time I got there.
I looked at the nice cats they had there and was not happy they left so fast.
When I went up front, there they were buying one of two very ugly kittens someone just brought in a cage a second ago.
My son said
Daddy I want dat tat.
I was a little upset because there were such nice kittens in the back but no
they had to buy a black one and it had to be a mickey mouse. and not really a mickey mouse because the colors were not symmetrical.
We brought him home and the dogs raised him to think he was a german shepherd instead of a cat.
He wasn't afraid of anything.
He even put a Rotweiller to shame one day when he swatted him across the nose and the Rottie came to me for help lol
He was a great guard dog around the house, the main man.
Once he got into the roof of a neighors house and couldn;t get out >
It was Christmas and I didn't like the sign that I was missing my cat at this time of year. We went out and called him and called him. We heard a meow but could not determine the location it came from. We thought some one caught him in a cage somewhere.
He was gone almost two weeks.
I told my boys he'll be back for Christmas but it was almost Christmas Eve and he wasn't home.
For a woman who didn't like black cats I was distraught so my boys went out to look for him again. This time Alex my oldest came running home and said Mom we heard a hoarse meow from the neighbors roof.
OK we had a location.
We went to the neighbor and told him we thought our cat was inside his roof.
He said He heard meows but didn't know from where they came.
Apparently he got through an eve into the roof and the eve closed up and he couldn't get out.
We had to climb up there and my husband pulled him out.
He looked like he was half dead but soo happy to be out finally and in my arms.
We took him home and he drank a lot of milk and then quieted down a while
Slowly we began to feed him and the next week we hear a knock on the door .
It was the neighbor telling us our cat was in his roof again.
We had to again climb the roof and get our cat.
Something was taking him there all the time.
The area is full of little critters and this Tat was a hunter.
The term curiosity killed the cat really applied to him but satisfaction always brought him back because we always saved him.
But just to think how many beautiful kittens are put down every year and this ugly cat survived because of a little boy, is uncanny. He never saw the inside of the SPCA.
His twin probably didn't make it.
Tatty lived 18 years. He was happy very intelligent and free to live a normal cat life, doing what cats love to do the best.
I didn't like him because he had three colors in his eyes and when he looked at you, he had a very eerie gaze, as if to say: Don't sleep or I'll eat you. lol
but then as it turned out,I loved him very much without knowing it.

We got him back for Christmas just as I promised the kids we would.
Two weeks without food or water.
Darn cat! :)

Have a good one.

VERY LUCKY LADY

This was another dog type I got from the SPCA put on the put down list.

The SPCA kept it in a wooden shed like building on soil ground with a bit of straw.

She looked at me and I felt sorry for her so I bought her.

I named this Miniature Pinscher, Lady because of her long delicate paws which she liked to cross in front of her when she sat down. She really behaved like a proper Lady,

very amiable , devoted to the family, small, easy to maintain, train and a good guard.

Once I got her to where I saw she would make a good companion, I gave her to my grand mother.

She was in her 70's and lived with her daughters' Motherin law, who also was alone.

Together they took care of each other.

My grandmother fell in love with this dog. She was the best companion for her as she followed her around and just waited for her to sit down on the couch so she could jump on her lap and cover her in kisses.

Thus these dogs are called lap dogs. lol

The other old lady living with my grand mother also loved her.

She was deaf and Lady would make sure both of them knew when the mail man would come or if someone was around the house or if the phone rang.

Sometimes she would sneak Lady into her room and my grandmother would get upset when she couldn't find her dog. lol

Lady was pampered to no end with treats and love and when I went to visit her, she became

a real chubby couch potato, but still with long delicate ballerina legs.

She was a picture of joy with bright eyes and a catering personality.

When my grand mother passed away, Lady and the other old Gramma moved to her brothers' house.

They were also an old lonely couple.

The brother used to have a dog he loved very much and when it died he was heart broken and never got another dog to replace it with.

He became a sad and lonely man

Then Lady came and brought back joy into his life.

He began to smile and laugh and play with her.

Lady was exactly what he needed. She pepped up another home and stayed with them a long time. Every time you'd call, he would tell you stories about his dog. lol

By now Lady was growing old herself and she got a doze of cancer.

The brother took her to the vet and did his best to save her but eventually she succumbed to her illness, a good 14 years old.

He buried her and as God would have it, soon followed in her footsteps.

I think she met up with these old folks and they are all happy to be together again.

At least I'd like to think so.

Lady was an example of a very Lucky Dog.

Her destiny was not to die but to cater to the living and she will always be remembered as a dog

who gave much to old people.

She served the elderly by giving and showing them the love and companionship they needed

when everyone else had better things to do. No one knows why she ended up at the SPCA.

Thank you Lady.

You were always a very good girl.

Have a great Day!