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I can't imagine to live without a cat and people who don't like them are rarely amongst
I was certainly such a small panther in a previous life ...
Benji & Bamboo
Benji (grey) and Bambou (red-haired) are two brothers. Not being able to choose one, we took both ...
Cookie started to visit us and our cat-lovers neighbors in summer 2008.
Not well fed, he found better conditions in our home and remained.
After a prolonged week-end, we found him hurt at the chin, part of the skin was peeled off. The veterinarian did a great job in "repairing" him and took the opportunity to castrate him.
Extremely tender, he got along with Eclair very well and they remained side by side on the windowsill or eating into the same dish.
As he arrived very young we tried, in an attempt to protect him, to get him used to remain home during the night.
Unfortunately, the road is very close road and the huge number of cars drive very fast there despite the low speed limits. Most of the drivers try every evening to beat the previous day record and the authorities are not that fast to put in place measures to force them to slow down.
Cookie was killed a Friday late afternoon while he was only a few months old.
His death is very difficult to accept because he was very cute, tender and particularly clever.
I'll miss his small black paws and brown nose for long.
He's resting with Cacahuète, Fripouille and Zoé in our cat's cemetery in our garden.
Eclair (Lightning) appeared a few
weeks after Caramel disappeared, around April 2007.
Relationship with Cacahuète was far from perfect and we had to give them dedicated areas to avoid conflicts.
He was a homelover and did his walks regularly but appreciated also to remain on the windowsill to look at the surroundings.
With Cookie, harmony was perfect and they remained side by side on the windowsill: both were gossips !
This cat had very strange habits ...
First, he was not afraid of the car or motorbike to the point he could remain on
the car while we were moving it.
Every time I was coming back from work, he heard the garage door opening and ran, jumped on the motorcycle and on my shoulders. He lead down on the shoulders over my neck and went down only when I throwed him on the sofa otherwise, he would have remained there for hours.
nothing against that except that to remain in place he used his claws ...
Another strange behavior, he wanted to give us kisses but as he didn't know how to make them, he gently bited the chin, cheek, nose or ears ...
Every night, he hurried up to take my place on the pillow, then because I was insisting to get back my cushion, he lied down on me in bed with his nose 2cm away from mine, staid there a moment and changed place for a better sleep.
He died of old age
and I remained with him the day of his death until he stopped breathing, a
very difficult moment for me.
Cacahuète (Peanut) appeared two days before Christmas 2006 miaowling like a mad in front of our house ...
We thought he was hurt but
luckily he was just starving.
Cacahuète had a very strange way of walking, his rear legs giving the impression of not being synchronized with the front ones ...
Very tender and, at the same time, very independent, he alternated naps at home and night walks.
We had very pleasant times until a car killed him on the road just in front of our house.
Our neighbours lost two cats this way, this road and the field on the other side are a true trap for cats.
Since then, he's resting with Zoé and Fripouille.
Caramel was not officially our cat as he was own by another family in the neighborhood but, he was always in our home, eating and sleeping here.
He was a very calm cat, capable of watching cars passing very close to him
Well, it was mostly with my wife's feet which made me laugh quite a bit ...
As he wasn't our cat we didn't castrate him and thus Caramel was a serious fighter and came home pretty often hurt, luckily not heavily.
After the death of both Zoé and Fripouille, we, mostly I in fact,
weren't ready to take another cat.
Caramel disappeared in March 2007 letting us with the very disagreeable feeling of not knowing what happened to him.
Wherever you are, rest in peace ...
Fripouille (swindler) was the cat of my wife Martine.
he finally joined Zoé in the garden.
|Our black panther in the jungle ...|
Although "Zoé" is a female name, our Zoé was a He (well, something
was missing ...).
He saw that Fripouille didn't seem so bad in that home, no child's around, cool people, good stuff, so he tried ... He took his place very progressively: we couldn't touch him before 2 months and he let Fripouille stay the master (two males together could be a nightmare ...). Since then, he was a full member of our family.
He needed tenderness and his usual small trip in the neighborhood early in the morning and late in the evening just to verify that everything was in order.
He was one of the most clever cats I've ever seen, extremely kind and quiet and with lots of psychology. He had such a strange way to fix you in the eyes that I'm not completely sure that he was really a cat, the body was a cat, but, inside, he was more human than many bipeds.
I would like to thank his old family for having let him come with us, Zoé has been a marvelous friend during all these years !
Only a long time will reduce the pain of his loss.
He rests now in our garden and if he listens from the cat's paradise: "Zoé, we loved you so much !"
|Sleeping together ...|
Would like to see other cats ? Here are those of my mother (just click on the thumbnail to enlarge):
And "Pétole", the female I had during 12 years. Her loss in 85' was dramatic ...