I had two cats, Bobby and Odette, brother and sister. They were tuxedo cats with exactly the
same markings except Bobby was black and a bruiser and Odette was silver grey
and very beautiful. They had big personalities and were quite the pair. I wanted one kitten but was
told I had to take two, so I did.
Later I found out they had a sister, Miss Ellie who was a Pygmy cat. Does such a thing even exist? I imagine her as a runt many
times over. If I had known about
this cat, I would have taken her as well.
Absolutely.
Bobby and Odette were very friendly, they eagerly greeted all humans who entered the apartment, following them around and doing the necessary sniffing. If a plumber came, they were on either side of the sink, looking up at the plumber and then back towards the sink. A friend came over once and took off his Converse sneakers, they tried to get both of their heads into same shoe, and then settled on one shoe for each little snout.
Odette was very sweet and welcomed any dog that came in, where as Bobby would patiently wait for the right moment and whack them, proving that he was the boss. This piece is dedicated to Odette and I hope to write one about Bobby soon. Odette was a flyer. Out of the corner of my eye I would see a whiff of movement, and it would be Odette flying from the bookshelf to the cabinet and around the room four times over.
Odette particularly liked to jump from the couch to the top wardrobe shelf. This she did with grace. Except for one night. I was wrapping gifts on the floor and my boyfriend at the time was on the couch. The wardrobe door was barely open. We heard a crash. I asked my boyfriend to check to see if she was okay. Ahh, she’s alright. Please, I asked. He didn’t. So, I did. I opened the door to see Odette hanging on for dear life with her claws stuck deep into my woolen winter coat. I rescued kitty from coat. This boyfriend didn’t last.
What best exemplifies Odette is what happened one cold winter night. Bobby passed away at too young an age, and Odette wasn’t feeling all that well herself. She would nap by the radiator so I kept a towel for her to rest on. One night Odette was on her towel and I was on the couch watching TV. I am stunned to see a mouse creep from behind the refrigerator and walk straight up to the blanket. The cat looks at the mouse, the mouse looks at the cat, and then the mouse walks on the blanket up to the cat. The cat and mouse settle in and cuddle together.
I scream, the mouse runs away, the cat runs away. I clean every little step the mouse took, I throw the towel away and put down a new towel. A few minutes later the mouse comes back and takes it’s place next to Odette. I scream and scream. Both run away. I clean and scrub and decide I cannot live with this mouse. I did what I had to, to make sure the mouse was not coming back.
I then thought – how long has this been going on? This couldn’t have been the first time. They must have been sharing a towel for a while. Eek. You can’t give a cat a bath, but I cleaned the cat as best I could. Well, so much for natural enemies.
Bobby and Odette were very friendly, they eagerly greeted all humans who entered the apartment, following them around and doing the necessary sniffing. If a plumber came, they were on either side of the sink, looking up at the plumber and then back towards the sink. A friend came over once and took off his Converse sneakers, they tried to get both of their heads into same shoe, and then settled on one shoe for each little snout.
Odette was very sweet and welcomed any dog that came in, where as Bobby would patiently wait for the right moment and whack them, proving that he was the boss. This piece is dedicated to Odette and I hope to write one about Bobby soon. Odette was a flyer. Out of the corner of my eye I would see a whiff of movement, and it would be Odette flying from the bookshelf to the cabinet and around the room four times over.
Odette particularly liked to jump from the couch to the top wardrobe shelf. This she did with grace. Except for one night. I was wrapping gifts on the floor and my boyfriend at the time was on the couch. The wardrobe door was barely open. We heard a crash. I asked my boyfriend to check to see if she was okay. Ahh, she’s alright. Please, I asked. He didn’t. So, I did. I opened the door to see Odette hanging on for dear life with her claws stuck deep into my woolen winter coat. I rescued kitty from coat. This boyfriend didn’t last.
What best exemplifies Odette is what happened one cold winter night. Bobby passed away at too young an age, and Odette wasn’t feeling all that well herself. She would nap by the radiator so I kept a towel for her to rest on. One night Odette was on her towel and I was on the couch watching TV. I am stunned to see a mouse creep from behind the refrigerator and walk straight up to the blanket. The cat looks at the mouse, the mouse looks at the cat, and then the mouse walks on the blanket up to the cat. The cat and mouse settle in and cuddle together.
I scream, the mouse runs away, the cat runs away. I clean every little step the mouse took, I throw the towel away and put down a new towel. A few minutes later the mouse comes back and takes it’s place next to Odette. I scream and scream. Both run away. I clean and scrub and decide I cannot live with this mouse. I did what I had to, to make sure the mouse was not coming back.
I then thought – how long has this been going on? This couldn’t have been the first time. They must have been sharing a towel for a while. Eek. You can’t give a cat a bath, but I cleaned the cat as best I could. Well, so much for natural enemies.
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