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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
The Kitten From the Sea
Long ago there was a kitten born on a boat. His eyes shone bright and blue like the sea on a sunny day. He has a curly white coat with an orange nose and an orange tail. This kitten had brothers and sisters and many feline friends to spend his days with if he chose, as the humans on the boat were not particularly pleasant. Each day the kitten climbed high into the sails, up to the skies and watched the boat journey on and on through the water. The kitten was not very fond of water he came to find, so being up high in the sails was his favorite spot to be. This kitten, who was later to be called Kimchee, became tired of the life at sea at a very early age. He just couldn’t get used to it. He was tired of hunting rats and mice to eat and never feeling completely satisfied if he could even catch one at all. He wasn’t that good at hunting. He was tired of raging sea storms that rocked the boat and sprayed cold, unforgiving sheets of water on to the decks. Kimchee often became seasick and lonely. He was thin and always very dirty. His brother and sister cats on the other hand, loved being on the boat. They had a sailers intuition just like the people down there did. They were gruff and tough and usually stayed below deck in the shadows. From the sails in the sunshine Kimchee watched the other cats as best he could. He watched the people, too. They all wore big heavy boots, striped shirts and had mean, tough voices. They were loud and wretched. One man had a hook for a hand, another wore an eyepatch and one time Kimchee even saw one of them force a man off of a plank. Yes- walked him straight off the plank with the tip of his big, shiny sword. Yes- this was a pirate ship. And a pirates’ life was NOT for Kimchee. The other cats loved the pirates and wanted to be just like them. They were independent and were one among the pirates. But Kimchee wanted the life of a house cat, which he had heard many tales of before late at night when he and his brothers and sisters were very little. He never forgot those stories of the house cat. He imagined himself a house cat. He dreamed of being a house cat. Eating as much food as he wanted at any time. Sleeping whenever and where ever he wanted. Getting his claws and whiskers trimmed gently because they were curly, as he is a high maintanence boy. Getting his hair combed out, for it was also curly and easily became course with snarls if neglected. Sisal scratching posts with high towers and beds on top of each post. Tiny little toy mice with little bells that smelled like cat nip. Even little toy tacos with fish inside. Fish tacos. Stuffed fish and not those that swam through the deep sea. And a seperate embellished, light blue plate for wet food only. And a different flavor everyday. A fat house cat life was the life for Kimchee. Oh, yes. But alas, that really is the life of Kimchee. He has never been out of the house except for occasional trips to the vet. He is a spoiled, rotten baby and everyone loves him. He really does eat as much food as he wants and sleeps anywhere and everywhere, usually on the nearest human chest he can find. Kimchee has always been an inside cat, he is a Selkirk Rex and he has the personality of a dog and a temper of an old and cranky man sometimes. He has one big tooth left in his mouth and a meow that sounds like a very quiet hawk. He is ten years old, and he is one good boy that perhaps dreams of pirates in his spare time, but probably, definitely, dreams of eating wet food instead.
By A. L. Meade4 years ago in Petlife
Just Above the Clouds
Jamie sits in the exam room alone, the sterile air raising goosebumps along her arms as her fidgeting fingers crumple the brochures in her hands. Her eyes have been stuck on the exam room door for quite some time now, and only when the door finally swings open, does Jamie snap out of her stressful haze. The doctor steps into the room with a small bundle of black fur in her arms.
By Maia Rodriguez4 years ago in Petlife
Spook Says Early Fall
We have a cat named Spook. She’s ten years old and looks to be a medium-sized black cat until you pick her up. That’s when you realize she’s mostly fluff. There’s maybe four pounds of cat inside that black cloud. When she feels like it, she’s a very sweet-natured, affectionate little kitty.
By Bryan Zepp Jamieson4 years ago in Petlife
Cats at Their Most Standard, Humans at Their Least
If you could not locate a particular white, bespeckled, grey haired, woman of a certain age for most of the day last Saturday near Lawrenceberg Indiana and the surrounding tri-state area I think I know where she must have been. I can report with near certainty that she was among the roughly 150 or so of them who showed up at the Region 6 Cat Fanciers Association (CFA) cat show with me, 100 or so other spectators, about 86 purebred cats of all breeds, and around 10–15 plain old house cats.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Petlife
Feline Lifestyle
I live in a badly renovated apartment in Northern Massachusetts with my fiancé, our daughter, two of our friends, and seven pets: Lizard named Remus (named after Professor Lupin from Harry Potter), a dog named Bailey (a German shepherd, Doberman, lab mix breed), a Maine coon named Oliver (Named after the cat in Oliver and company), and found British long hair kittens named Dax, Gizmo (Named after Gizmo from Gremlins), Bella (Named after the female lead in Twilight), and Luna. At one point before we had the kittens, we also had a fourteen year old cat named Chicken. The four kittens my friends, are the topic of this particular article.
By Victoria Wadsworth5 years ago in Petlife
The Circle Of Life With Kittens
My journey through the world of cats and kittens has been a learning experience. A little over two years ago my friends had a lovely cat named Oreo. While she was still little she came upstairs since my friends live in the apartment below to visit me often. At that time my senior cat Sid, who was 13 got used to this little lovely creature coming to keep his Mama company.
By Rasma Raisters5 years ago in Petlife
Is Your Cat Trying to Calm You?
Has your cat been more attentive since the Covid-19 crisis began? I started wondering about this last year when my daughter mentioned to me that one of the family cats had barely left her side since the quarantine shut down her school on April 13th. To be more precise, he prefers to be on top of her whenever she is positioned in a way that makes this possible. (Her other mom and I share custody, so I haven’t witnessed this firsthand.)
By Dakota Duncan5 years ago in Petlife
The House That I Dreamt
I want to be a cat. Cats are noble. Cunning. Cleopatra had a cat. Winston Churchill probably had a cat. Our future leaders may have cats. There’s something particular about the feline persuasion that sets them apart from dogs, and mice, and geese, and rabbits. They have balance. Always watching, curious, calm. They entertain you, but there’s something strange about being a cat owner that makes you want to stop calling yourself a cat owner. You may feed them, cuddle them, and call them cute as they scowl at you, but that little ball of fluff has more freedom in their little paw then you do in your whole body.
By Luke Hickling5 years ago in Petlife
