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| Moppy |
| We got Moppy when a friend of the neighbor lady was giving away Terrior Poodle puppies. That was before Terripoos became popular. We were living on a quiet dead- end street in Madison, WI. Soon after we moved to Plover ( a small town), she got run over. We were living accross the street from a tavern, on a very busy street. We had a fenced in yard, but she got outside the fence. No one knew there was a hole in the fence. She had only been out a few minutes. Moppy was such a cuddle dog. She got along well with our other pets. She had a great personality. It took a long time to get over losing her. If there was a dog heaven, she would be there. Did you ever get a pet that had the same personality of one that you lost? Well, we got one. Tiny is a cat, but her personality reminds me of Moppy. It sometimes seems like there's a part of Moppy in her. |
| Daphne was a very tiny kitten when Kathi brought her home. She was visiting her friend, Sarah, on the farm, and Sarah gave her Daphne. Daphne got to be very big, and liked to jump on people from her perch on the refrigerator. She was getting into a lot of trouble around the house. She wasn't declawed, and we couldn't get her to just use the scratching post. We took her back to the farm, and I felt so bad about it that I tried to get her back. I found out that she became wild, and nobody could catch her. I guess she liked to run free on the farm. |
| Misty |
| Misty was a very sweet cat. Misty was half grown when Linda brought her home. She was very skinny, and looked like she had been injured. Her fur was so very soft that she was probably part angora. We took her to the vet and took good care of her; and she got better. Sandy named her Mistopheles (I can't even spell it right). Sandy had just been to see the broadway show, Cats. The name was so long that we just called her Misty. She never grew very large, though. She became very good friends with Snoopy, our dog that we had then. She used to lick his ears. |
| My mother gave me Shaddow when he was a tiny kitten. He was one of a whole litter of kittens that lived outside, and I chose him because he was the runt, and probably wouldn't make it on his own. He got kidney disease and died when he was young. This picture is probably one of our last. He was a beautiful angora cat. |
| Shaddow & Snoopy |
| We got Snoopy from a friend that my husband worked with. His dog had puppies, and got hit by a car; so he was giving the puppies away. He gave us Snoopy, and Muttley, his brother. We had Snoopy til he was about 12. We had to give Muttley away, because the two brothers were a destruction teem. They tore up pillows, and quilts; and even tore up the floor in the back hall. Snoopy got into a lot less trouble by himself. He was part lab, but he looked more like the half of him that was a beagle. He got along well with our other pets & he was a very gentle dog; but he was a very good watch dog. He once cornered a stranger that entered our house durring the night. Snoopy woke us up, and scared the guy so bad that he was afraid to move. Snoopy loved to run along the fence in our back yard, and bark at people. One day he got into the garbage and ate a chicken bone. I took him to the vet to get it out; and all Snoopy could do when he chased people along the fence for a few days, was squeek at them, and look real vicious. He was such a funny dog. It would be hard to find another dog like him. |
| Snoopy & Daphne |
| Daphne |
| Teddy, & our nephew, Andy |
| I got Teddy from a guy that I met in church. His landlord didn't allow dogs where he lived.Teddy was small enough to fit into my jacket pocket when I first got him. He followed me everywhere, and rode in the car very well. Only thing is, he would get under the sheets by my husband's feet; and he had teeth like razor blades. He would go into a biting frenzy. I gave Teddy to my brother, a very large guy that ran a race track. Teddy followed him everywhere; and when we went to the races we would see him following Ralph. |
| Suzy & Snoopy, with Chris, Linda, & Kathi |
| We got Suzy when I went across the street from our house to the bar, and everyone was asking me about my dog; and telling me how awesome she was. I didn't realize it, but she had followed me in the bar, and was sitting by my feet. She was huge. I just didn't want to tell anyone that she wasn't my dog. When I went home, she followed me. I called the humane society to see if anyone was looking for her, but they said no; that I should check with the game farm nearby. I found out that she was from there, so I took her over there. She came back, and would be sitting on our front porch, every time I took her to the game farm. Finally they told me to keep her. She stayed with us for awhile, but she was very protective of the kids and I. She would growl at my husband. He told me that either the dog goes or he goes. It took me awhile to find the right person to adapt her. She was special. |
| Sam |
| Sam was a birthday present for our grandson, Joe. Sam was from out in the country. Joe got him when he was a puppy. The family moved to a place where dogs weren't allowed, and they gave Sam to Mary, one of our daughters. Mary was a college student, and had to share apartment . The girl that she lived with kept letting Sam out. Sam got hit two different times by cars. The second time was almost the end of him. I had gone down to Madison to visit Mary, and saw Sam dragging himself up to the door. He was injured badly. I told Mary that I would take him to a vet that might be able to save his life; but he was two hours away. We put him in the car, and I took off. I talked to Sam on the way, and he seemed to know that I was trying to help. I called the Vet on the way; and he said that he would be at the animal hospital to take care of Sam when I got there. We got there, and he operated on Sam's crushed leg. I thought Sam would lose that leg, but when he finally got out of the hospital, he was wearing a cast. He got better, and was even able to run fast enough to catch a squirrel. Of course I told him to drop the squirrel; and he put him down unharmed. Sam was a special dog. He lived to be about thirteen. I was only going to keep him til he got better; but Mary went to school a long time, and the places where she lived didn't allow dogs. Mary is just finishing up her work for her Doctor's degree now. |
| These are the cats that we have now |
| Tigger |
| Spike |
| Tiny |
| I got Tigger from the Humane Society. To start with, I wasn't looking for a pet. I was just at the mall looking around. Linda, our daughter, was hosting an event, and I saw news people there. There were booths, and tables set up, with people handing out pamphlets, & people selling things. The Humane society had an area there too, with a cage with an orange tiger kitten in it. He looked scared, sitting there in his catbox. He was so cute, and I was paying a lot of attention to him. Art saw him too; and told me that I could adopt him. I had to wait til he was back at the humane society, and then I could go there to get him. He has been with us for about 14 years now. He's been a very good cat. He's very gentle; and he gets along well with other pets. He has learned a way to get our attention when he wants it. He tips over waste baskets; or "digs,"knocking down papers and pens and stuff. Sometimes we call him "Tigger The Digger."We have been trying to break him of those bad habbits, but so far we can't. Spraying him with water doesn't work. I guess after so many years of doing that, he is pretty much set in his ways. I have recognized that he is used to a certain schedule; and as long as he is fed on that schedule,gets attention on that schedule,& gets his catbox cleaned on schedule; and everything goes according to what he is used to, he doesn't dig and doesn't tip over waste baskets. He loves it when we put the covers over him, and rub his back quickly; and then lift the covers in a hurry. He purrs so loud under the covers that we can hear him; and when we lift the covers real fast, he goes tearing around the house, and sometimes lets out a howl. I think it keeps him young for him to play. |
| Spike was our stray cat. I say was, because he is no longer stray. He will have a home with us for the rest of his life. About a year and a half ago, he came to our back door where I fed him. He was looking pretty skinny. He would come back about every week, and I would feed him. When it got very cold out, I let him in the house. His ears had been frostbit. He had ticks all over him. I kept him in the guest room until I took him to the vet for a checkup; and he stayed in the guest room until he was declawed and was deflead, dewormed, and ready to meet his new friends. He got along great with the other cats, but I kind of wondered why he didn't jump as much or run around as much as the other cats. A couple days ago I took him for his yearly checkup and shots; and asked the vet why his teeth looked so long, like fangs. The vet told me that he had peridontal disease and his gums were receding. She also said that he was 12 years old. Tooth scaling would be too traumatic, so I decided to get: a perscription to get rid of the infection & absesses, a perscription mouth wash, and a perscription dry cat food. I could also use the mouthwash and catfood for Tigger, who was showing signs of the beginning of peridontal disease. Spike is already getting better. He is much happier now, & playing with the other cats. |
| We got Tiny a few months after Cleo died. Tigger was looking for Cleo, and howling. He was all alone a lot. It was around Christmas time, and I went to the next county to the Humane Society where I got Tigger, to look for a present for Tigger. I saw the most beautiful kitten there. I held her, and she was so very friendly, and not a bit shy or scared. I chose her, although the people there were wanting to show me more cats. I was told that they had to put me on a list (I guess it was a long one) of people who wanted her. They would call me and let me know if I was chosen. She was the cat that they took around to the nursing homes for people to pet. She was used to riding in the car, and used to being washed up, and used to being petted by a lot of people. I went home and waited. After a few days, I got a call to come get my cat. We have an amazing cat that plays fetch better than some dogs. She loves people. She just loves playing with our grand kids. She is very lively, and jumps very high and far. She likes to play in water. She loves to ride in the car. She gets all excited when we get the coller and leash out. She is about 3 years old now, and she never got real big; so I guess Tiny is the best name for her. She was the"purrfect" gift for Tigger. |
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| Cleo |
| I got Cleo from a vet when I went to get my llassa Apso groomed. I had a puppy named Norton (I don't have a picture of him right now, just video that I have to capture a picture from when I get my "new" hand-me-down computer from my husband.) Norton was a beautiful white Llassa dog with a creme colored spot that was hardly noticeable on him. He got the name, Norton, because his favorite place to sleep was by the toilet. Remember, in the TV show, The Honeymooners, Norton was a plumber, I think. He required a lot of brushing and grooming, and he chewed everything in sight. ( I had to mention all his bad points to try to justify why we gave him away, and I still don't feel that there was a good reason.) Norton was a very good dog. I housebroke him, and he was getting over his chewing. He was my kind of dog, but not my husband's kind. I couldn't keep him. There was no problem finding him a good home, although I wanted to keep him. One of the days that I took Norton to the vet for grooming, I saw a really pretty cat in a cage. I asked the vet about her & he said that she was there because she had bit someone. He had to keep her for a certain number of days to see if she had Rabies, and then he was going to put her to sleep. I asked if I could come and get her on that day that her time was up, and he said yes. So the first thing in the morning when that day came, I picked her up. She got her name because she is so pretty, and since it is short for Cleopatra. We had her for a long time. She lived to be about 16 or 17 years old. She became a one person cat. She was my lap cat. She was very cuddly. |
| Cleo & Misty and Bear, our Rotweiler granddog; & Jason, our grandson. |
| Daphne |
| Freddy was a cat that we had when we first got married. He was a kitten that showed up at the gas station that my husband had in Milwaukee when we lived there. He was an outdoor cat, because we hadn't gotten used to indoor cats. He was an amazing cat. This may sound unbeleivable, but I used to go for walks with him without a leash, and he walked beside me. I don't know how he got around in such a busy neighborhood in Milwaukee. He soon learned to lead a double life, though. He was living half the time at a lady's house on the lake in a much nicer neighborhood. I guess you might say, he was his own cat, and chose where he wanted to live. He was very special. |
| Daphne & Mary |
| Moppy, and a kitten ( she was so gentle that she cuddled up to kittens, and even hampsters) |
| Muttly and Snoopy playing (they were so playful; and they were always getting into trouble) |
| Freddy |