Our home made way for a new family member in the late spring of 1989. Allyce wanted a pet (so did mom). We went and
picked out a kitten from a friend whose cat gave birth. Pouncer got his name because he liked to hid under things and "pounce" at your feet when you walked by him. Allyce would walk by and tip the cat house when Pouncer sat on the top.
Now before you "peta" people get in a tizzy.. she never hurt or harmed Pouncer. They actually played quite well together. Under the threat of death, Allyce soon decided tipping the cat house wasn’t a cool idea. Pouncer got his revenge on her. Right after she went to bed at night, he snuck up to room and "tortured" her. Our nights were often serenaded by the sounds of Allyce drifting down the stairs yelling, "Pouncer won’t let me sleep again."
Cat owners know that a cat will "pick" it’s owner and for some reason, Pouncer migrated toward me. He liked to jump on shoulders while I worked on the computer and sit in my lap. Pouncer became my cat.
Chantal asked if she could get her little sister a cat for her 4th birthday. We agreed and together they went down to the animal shelter and came home with a female kitten. Allyce named her "Carrot"… two years later we now became cat owned by two cats.
We never bothered to get Pouncer fixed. He never went outdoors and was the most docile, polite, laid-back male cat I ever met. He didn’t go around spraying so we figured what the heck. We decided to go ahead let Carrot and Pouncer mate. Around Allyce’s fifth birthday, Carrot and Pouncer became proud parents. (Oh Carrot decided to pick hubby Mike as her owner)
She bonded with one of the kittens and we allowed her to keep him. All his other brothers and sisters were adopted by people in the neighborhood. She and Spots hung out together. At last, she is cat owned. Spot thinks he is the biggest baddest cat and walks around like he is Mr. Cool. In reality, he’s a big marshmallow who takes to hiding under blankets when it thunders. His animated personality and facial expressions often causes us to ROTFL.
When we come back from vacation, he acts aloof like he didn’t miss us and will totally ignore Allyce for a couple days. He didn’t handle her going off to college very well.
Unfortunately, 7 years after coming into our home, Carrot passed away from kidney failure. The house didn’t feel right with only 2 cats. It felt like something was missing. We rescued another cat from the shelter. Allyce picked a beautiful gray and white kitten and named her Snip.
Snip had the audacity to go into heat 2 weeks before her scheduled spay appointment. Now what… I proposed to keep
her in a separate room until we could get her in and Allyce went into tears. She thought it so unfair and Mike sided with her. Last thing I wanted was kittens. Under written contract I agreed to let Snip and Pouncer mate if Mike took the responsibility of finding the kittens homes and any kitten not finding a home would stay with us.
Would you believe we had owners for those kittens before they were born. Snip gave birth to three kittens with one dying during birth. A week later another died and making the third the sole survivor. The people who were suppose to take the kittens said we needed to keep the survivor. It was a sign. I didn’t want four cats in the house… 3 is enough.
Now we needed to find another home for the survivor. My chiropractor, Angela, wanted the kitten and we make an appointment for her to pick up the kitten. That appointment got cancel when her grandmother took ill and she need to return home. She said when she returned in a few weeks, she would pick up the kitten, which Allyce now named Dusty.
Dusty was this little black fur ball. Really pretty kitten. I guess Dusty liked it here too and didn’t want to go with Angela. She took to convincing me to keep her. She followed me through out the house. Snuggled… I do mean snuggle with me when I took my afternoon nap and jumped on my shoulder when I worked on the computer. Her personality is so much like her daddy, Pouncer.. I know had two cats hanging out and keeping me company.
Angela stopped by on her way back from her grandmother’s and I broke the bad news that Dusty won my heart over.
A few months later, Pouncer is diagnosed with a slow growing stomach cancer. If he responded to the initial shot treatment he could live for 3-5 years with continued treatment. If not he would probably die within a few months. Of course I’m very upset, Pouncer is my cat and he and Dusty have taken to sharing my lap. I’m so thankful I kept his daughter.
Pouncer responded to the treatment. The only food he could eat was Fancy Feast… Chopped Grill his favorite. After
several years of receiving monthly shots, Pouncer started getting urinary tract infections. We decided enough was enough no more shots. He already lived 5 years and is now 16 years old. Just let him live the rest of his life shot free. It wasn’t worth him putting up with urinary infections and the pills needed to cure it.
Pouncer is one resiliant cat… must be that laid back… nothing bothers me
personality. He would go on to live for another 3 1/2 years. About 6 weeks ago, he started going through several cans of Chopped Grill Fancy Feast a day. Like he just couldn’t get enough to eat. Mike and I realized he was probably loosing his battle with cancer.
He gradually became more and more inactive and last week began to experience trouble walking. Over the past few days he got weaker and weaker. Wednedsay I call his vet and later today Pouncer will go to
sleep. His lived a very full and pampered life. Pouncer is 19 1/2 years old. I’m spending the rest of the day with him.
Pouncer will leave behind his Son Spots, Daughter Dusty and Wife Snip.
Good bye Pouncer… we will miss you
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