Over the next few weeks, I would go outside and feed her and slowly I gained her trust and she wouldn't run away anymore. She was a very pretty cat with the softest fur I had ever felt. Since she wasn't our cat and I didn't know we would be keeping her, I called her Mr. Cat. (at the time, we thought she was a boy) After a few months, she was always at our house, and somehow or another, she had claimed us as her family. Since I had been calling her Mr. Cat for so long, it just kind of stuck as her name, even though it is not a good name for a cat.
One of the first surprises we had from Mr. Cat is when she gave birth to a litter of kittens. Remember, we thought she was a boy. She ended up having several litters of kittens. I think three, but I can't remember because it was so long ago. Every time she would have a litter of kittens, we would take her in to get fixed, and she would be pregnant again so we had to wait until she had the kittens.
During one of the litter of kittens, we had a small baby white rabbit. I think it was Mandys rabbit, I don't know why we had it. Anyway, Mr. Cat took it in as one of her own kittens and even nursed it. Notice the picture below! It was very intersting. Kind of odd, but very sweet at the same time. You would think that a cat would just kill the baby rabbit, like it would a mouse.
When I was in high school, I remeber one night, Mr. Cat keept bugging me while I was trying to sleep so I shut here out of my room. About an hour or so later, after I had fallen asleep, I herd a thump againts my door. A second later, another thump, and then another. I felt bad, and decided that she must rely want in my room, so I went and opened the door and there she was tossing a dead bird against my door. She looked up at me so proud as if to say, "Look what I have caught! I have brought it for you!
Mr. Cat was the only cat I had growing up that really loved me. The other cats all liked me, but they all LOVED Mandy, and were kind of Mandys cats. Mr. Cat loved me. She almoast always slept on my bed. She was a great friend for me. I have had her sence 5th grade. I have lived with her longer than I have lived with anyone else except for my dad. I lived with my dad 18 years, and my cat for almost 16 years.
This is my wonderful cat, Mr. Cat. She passed away this week in her sleep. She died happy and content, so I am thankful for that. She was 16.
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Scott - sorry to hear about Mr. Cat. 16 years is a long and happy life. I grew up with a cat very similar to her. I know how incredibly sensitive and loving they can be.
I was sharing some thoughts about Mr Cat, aka Mama Kitty, with Scott, and he said I should post!
She was Scott's best friend, and thought of him as 'her boy'. In the mornings when it was time to wake Scott for school, I would send her. She would spend much of the morning talking to me while I got ready for the day; when it was time to wake Scott I would say, "Go wake up your boy!". She would run to his room leap to his bed and purr, meow and paw him till he was awake! She never left before he got up and out of the bed! She would always help find him if I did not know where he was in the house. She had a 'prrreooow' sound she used to call her babies and she prreowwed for Scott until we found him! She did not like it when Scotty was not home. Gone to school was ok, she'd sleep on his bed. But when he went to Basketball Camp or such she would look around for him, come and ask me where he was over and over. She was just a bit unsettled until Scott returned. I thought of the Basketball Camp because she delivered kittens while he was there. She tried to hold off I truly believe! She did want her little nest box in his room though! I put it elsewhere and she tried to push it back! So I moved it! She was pregnant with quads or quints, she should not be moving things! When Scott returned home, she wanted to run to him, jumped from her nest to go, then thought of her kitties, and returned to her nest! She could not decide! Finally she licked the kittens and ran to Scott, to say " 'bout time, boy! Come see my kittens!" We had several cats, most were quite adored! Afterall, Mandy taught Hoodles to write! Well, tried, silly cat never did try very hard though! But Mr Cat was clearly Scott's and he was beloved in return! When Scott called to tell me it had happened I could not help but cry a bit! And recall some of the great Mr Cat stories! She was very content in the last year of her life, we were hoping she would not get sick or have pain. Scott would have suffered so! She also overcame her intense fear of other cats, other animals, new people! Maybe she was senile enough to not be so scared! Every time I was at Scott and Cole's house she would come sit on my lap and paw and purr; we would share stories of Scott as a little boy! She was a wonderful contributioon to his life, and the man he grew to be! Good bye, Mama! See you later!
Sooo sorry! We are so sorry to hear the news. Hope you are doing alright. Sister Lori
Mr. Cat had a great memory. She still remembered me everytime I saw her.
It was a blessing that she went as quickly as she did without a big "tadoo." I saw her a couple of days before she passed and I knew she was coming close. I am grateful that she did not live in misery as long as my other cats did.
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