We took Miss Lilly to the Vet and found out she didn't get kicked by a horse. She got bit by another
cat and it got infected. She's still taking medicine but she is back to abnormal.

My two cats were both adopted from the shelter, and oddly enough, a few days before 9/11/01.

The older one is a white cat, was about 2 years old (so born around 1999 or 2000)...and like that type of white cat has some eye problems but is
the most loving and talkative cat I have ever known.
And will meow to songs, and (silly as this sounds), if I meow, he will meow back, if I meow twice, he will twice.

He loves to play and loves his belly scratched.

The second cat is a calico who was a kitten, and was not ready to leave the shelter, so we did not pick him up to take home until the 18th...

and the two have always been best friends. They are both totally indoor cats and never even want to go outside.

We have had in the past other dogs and other cats. The last dog we had a miniature schnauzer passed away about ten years ago.

One prior cat we had, named Dusty, I found on a NYC subway train, she was in a box under my feet that moved (and scared the youknowwhat out of all the passengers when it moved(we thought it would be a rat)...and oddly enough, I was drinking a soda from a cup with a straw, and some other person picked the scared cat up and was holding it, and got off at my stop. This cat had looked like Cindy our 10 year old at that time who we had at home,
it could have been her daughter.
So I got out with my soda, and coldn't find a garbage can, so I put it on the floor, and was looking for the guy who picked Dusty up.
Leave it to a NY'er who immediately yelled at me for littering(while I was trying to save a little cat from the NY streets), I found the man, asked him
what he was going to do with the cat, he said let it go outside (major intersection outside), so I said I would take it, and brought it home
...both Cindy and Dusty passed away, Cindy was 17. Dusty had been born with a heart defect and only made it to 9.

Glad Miss Lillie is getting better RLA.

I already shared a little bit about my feline friends earlier, but I'll share a bit more since the subject is on topic here.

My two cats (one deceased now) came into our family from a friend's farm when we lived in Virginia. I'd bought my first house and had promised my son who was then 7 his choice of pets to add to our small family. That was in 1993. Our intent was for 1 cat. We fell in love with the whole litter but drove off with only one, a beautiful gray with perfect tuxedo markings. Our voyage home didn't last 5 minutes, though. We immediately turned around, went back to the farm and picked up the calico we both had admired, too. Thus our family enlarged to include Cookie (the calico) and Doughnut (the gray tuxedo).

My son chose the names as there is a bit of a tradition in my extended family when it comes to naming cats. All my siblings' cats at the time had "bakery" names to include Muffin, Cupcake, Biscuit, and Gingersnap. My son added Cookie and Doughnut. Later on my brother's family added their cat Bagel. Unfortunately, only Cookie and Bagel of all the cousin cats still remain.

Doughnut passed away on May 24th from diabetes complications. But sister Cookie is quite sprite for being over 15 and she is a great companion. She still hates when I move furniture......and she still sniffs around Doughnut's favorite cuddling places and cries from time-to-time......but I feel overall she's still a happy cat.

I love her dearly, and for those who think, "My God she's one of those ol' cat ladies," that's fine by me!

P.S. Graham.....I think this topic thread is a great idea!

When I moved to Minnesota on my first work (TN) visa to the states, I was so overwhelmed with all the changes going on in my life that my friend Mary recommended that I get a cat so that I have some sort of home life to look forward to after I get home from work.

So she went a got a little kitten for me and I took "him" back to my little apartment on Grand avenue in St. Paul.

I couldn't figure out what to call him so I figured I let him roam the house for a few days and then figure one out by the characteristics of her personality. At first I thought I was going to call him Kramer given his propensity to run around corners than try to stop immediately on all fours not much unlike that character on Sienfield. But one morning when I woke up early, I noticed that for a little kitten, he was determined to get up on the bed where I was and so I named him "Champ", because he just wouldn't give up.

The name stuck, quite well actually. And Champ and I enjoyed many experiences together. However he made it a point to tell me that he liked his sand box cleaned out everyday on account of the fact that he did "it" on the middle of my bed one day. Go figure!

Well, as much as I would like to say that Champ and I spent many years together, it was not to be. My contract in Eagan ended after six months and I had to move to another part of the country. Taking a cat with me wasn't going to be practical. So I told this to Mary and she arranged for a nice family that had a little boy, a little girl, a little puppy and they were looking for a nice cat to fit the picture. So I knew that he would have a good home to go to.

Still to this day, I miss my cat. I miss my ever so characteristic "Champ"

- Perry

I do not have "pets" as I am allergic to just about any animal you could think of. My husband does however, raise American Foxhounds for hunting. A more amiable, docile canine you will never meet.

I am now down to three cats and four dogs. The youngest kitty, Chicory, is a Maine Coon, who are big time vocalizers. Chicory is constantly trilling and cooing. Except for when he needs to. When we'd had him for about a year, a couple of the dogs got into a fight when Chicory was outside, and he panicked and ran away. We looked and called, looked and called, posted signs in the neighborhood and at all the vet's offices, and even put a big ad with his picture in the newspaper. No luck.

FIVE DAYS LATER - I was going to work, and heard this tiny, tentative little, "mew?" All that time, he'd been up a tree in the front yard - way up a tree! The fire department didn't have a ladder tall enough to get him, so we finally had to call a tree service. They got him down, and estimated that he'd been five stories up!

Stupid cat. Could have said something earlier.

LULU is my cat and right know is asleep in front of the computer monitor(warm spot). She was abandon when her eyes hadn't even open out side a day care. She was all of 3 inches big and had to be fed by bottle with cat formula.
My daughters friend brought her to me because my daisy was almost 20 years old and very ill. Lulu is my new best friend as we had to let daisy go to the rainbow bridge. It was hard for me because Daisy had been with me through two heart surgeries, my oldest coma and my youngest ear reconstruction.
Daisy saved my life every time I tried to cook and would forget and she learned to be my smoke detector. I tell people daisy saved my life and I saved LULU's. Lulu is now a very large size cat and very trim. She gets pent in energy and runs through the apartment and leaps on the wall almost to the ceiling pushing off to run to another room and repeat the jump.
She must be getting older because she doesn't leap as high and sleeps more.

The dog in my life is an Irish Terrier named Doolin. The sweetest dog in the world and belongs to my sister and brother in law. I have always house sat to care for the dog when they go out of time. When their dog Charlie who was a mixed Labrador and lovely personality died it was around the time my mother passed away. My sister called from moms grave side after leaving the vet telling me she was so sad she didn't no where to go. Their kids got caught the next Christmas sneaking their Christmas gift to their mom and dad in the house.Doolin arrived and brightened all our lives.I had never heard of an Irish terrier but he is perfect with his short curly red hair.