It was November 11, 1997. I was coming back from the post office. From a bush heard a caterwaul.
You’re approaching me. The caterwaul stops. I’m moving away, Meadow heard again. And so, a few times. It was for the evening, bad and cold weather. Finally, I discovered a kitten with cold. It turned out to be my second cat. I took him in my arms. She stuck to me. I was going somewhere, but I quit. I went straight home. He ate on saturates. My daughter stared in disbelief at him. I’ll calm her. I told him it’s my second cat. That he will stay in the house.
After he was calm and he realized that everything would be good, I did a bath. I dewormed internally and externally. There was another cat already. In the meantime, I discovered he was a boy cat. It was about six months when I took him. In fact, he chose me. My daughter called him Thomas. Although he picked up on the street and still small, he fast learned his name. And not only the name. He learned the meaning of the house. How it should behave. Right, I raised him open. In a sense that I respect hi’s personality and his desires. He understood this and was an exceptional kitten. I have told that the cats who choose you are very smart and agile. We were playing with him, waving a red canvas. He’s like a little bull. So it mentioned with a nickname: Torro, from the toreador.
He immediately adapted to our house. I loved him all. I already had Jessie with whom she immediately became friends. Jessie was 12 years old. He was very clean. Childhood has gone without major incidents. In fact, it was only one. He peed in our bed, where she was asleep. But only on the husband’s side. I asked my husband to move to another room. He moved. Thomas has not dirty the bed. Like was jealous, he only wanted me. Unfortunately, 7 months after I brought Thomas, Jessie died. He also suffered, he did not play as before, he was sad.
An adventure with Thomas
Thomas had his life, quiet, in the house. Only one day he’s disappeared. We reproached each other slovenliness. We quarreled. Someone was not careful when she opened the door at the entrance and Thomas broke it. We started looking for him around the block. At that time I still lived in the block. Ever since I picked him up, he was not out. We were thinking of the horror we could suffer. There were 3 days of nightmare. Meanwhile, I had two cats, Clara and Jimmy. I took them outside. I kept the glass in the open kitchen. They were coming in and out when they wanted to. They accustomed to the dangers outside. So I told them that Thomas disappeared and sought him. You will not believe me, but they understand. Anyway, they were my only hope of finding Thomas. On the third day of extinction, Clara came to me. It was pulling me out and she”s moon. He took me a few blocks away. That’s where Jimmy was guarding. I shouted again Thomas. There was a faint caterwaul.
I headed in the direction she heard. And, surprise. Thomas was there. Blocked between things thrown by the people in that block. I took it out and brought home. I’m not saying what a joy it was for the whole family. Clara and Jimmy saved him. Not only did I hope that it happened. About Clara and Jimmy will tell you in another post. My long term plan is to tell you about my cats in the order they came to us.
Thomas, Thomas, Thomas
My daughter called Thomas her brother. He was on the computer when she was working, he was sitting on her desk when she was doing her homework. He was after her all day. But the night continues to sleep with me. He was a good lover and a lover.
At one point we moved to the house. I already had 23 cats. We moved to them and to us too. Thomas was happy to go out in the yard when the weather was good. He walked through the garden, smelled the flowers, ran after butterflies or lazily in the sun. When we moved to the yard, we took three Stamping dogs from the block and a puppy off the street. Thomas was a friend to them. They were playing together.
I like to think that Thomas felt good to us, knowing he was very loved.
I only had an epidemic and we had to treat all the cats. It was awful bad luck. The attendant veterinarian was out of town. All the cats were going for good, except for Thomas. I ran with him to the clinic but there they did not realize what he was with him. He died after two days. Later, when the doctor returned to the city, we cleared. Thomas was allergic to the antibiotic. If he had the correct diagnosis, he could be treat,
I was very impressed with how he died. He was on the bed and my daughter next to him. He did not want to die in front of her. When my daughter left for a very short time, Thomas gave up the end.
He was almost 13 years old. He was waiting for her not to be present. I don’t say what mourning it was for the whole family.
For the end
I know that is a personal story. But I also promised personal stories about my cats. Too many tips from this story cannot broken. But it’s a beautiful story because I loved him a lot. Though 19 years have passed since Thomas thrilled, I still miss him. In fact, the only advice that comes out of my story. And which I have already given, is: how much love do you give your cats, so you get it. Thomas had immortal love. And he had a beautiful life.
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