Of course, you don’t know my cat, Julie. But after reading this article, you will know she. Let’s start with the beginning. Julie was born in my home on August 20, 2001. She is the daughter of Little Jessie. She is also the sister of Niky and Husky. On October 9, 2002, she had three kittens: Judie, Motty, and Tony. In December 2002 she sterilized.
My cat Julie is the same as any house cat, but also unique in its way.
First of all, I want to present to you a picture of the statistics of cats in the world.
So the cat is a very beloved animal throughout the world and a highly appreciated pet. But only by cat lovers.
Some people do not like it for the simple reason that they do not know it. Or because sShehe is afraid of her. Some possible situations that can trigger fear of cats are: listening to the torso, seeing a cat in real life. The possibility of imagining a cat’s attack, the thought of meeting a cat in the dark. Seeing a cat in pictures or on television, toys in the form of a cat, etc. This called ailurophobia (or elurophobia). But these situations are not in our interest.
As I said, Julie
was born on August 20, 2001. There were already several psychics in the house. Her mother, Little Jessie, wanted her kittens a lot.
When Clara, another cat of mine had kittens, Little Jessie cared for her four children and helped her a lot.When she had her children, she became a loving and responsible mother.
Thus, Julie had a lot of maternal love as well as our love. It grew like a book. She didn’t raise any problems. I think the secret is love.
I was still living on the block when he was born.She had a beautiful childhood. Sleep, food, fur care, and play. And it was an extremely clean cat.
She chose a girlfriend, Molly.
Along with this, she made his age, especially in the kitchen.She stayed with this habit in the next houses in which we moved.
I remember that once there was a lot of smoke in the kitchen. I forgot the food in the oven, which burned. Julie, Molly, and Lizzie were in the kitchen. As soon as I felt the smell, I ran to save them from the smoke. Fortunately, nothing serious happened to the three cats.
Her childhood passed without incident. But she was a little scared of some cats in the house, except Molly, Lizzie, and Pusa.It was a playful, gentle and loving cat. And very talkative.
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Moving to the house
In 2003 we moved to the house. The move itself has described in other posts, so I won’t do it again. I just remember what a friend of my daughter said, who helped us move the cats: “I feel like I’m dealing with live meat” lol.
liked the new location, but kept the habit of living in the kitchen. It came out less in the yard and the garden than my other cats.
Instead, she was very involved in our daily activities. And she was always talking to us all the time. She already had kittens when we moved, but they grew up and no longer maintained the connection as a mother.Thus she spent 7 years in the house we moved to. 7 years when she was happy, she loved us and obviously, we loved her too.
Moving to another house
In 2011 we moved again. In a larger house with a larger yard and garden. But Julie
wasn’t interested. She took his place in the kitchen with Molly. Sometimes it mounted on the fridge, on the central boiler and even on the suspended cabinets in the kitchen. She remained afraid of the other cats.Instead, she was gentle and loving towards us. And to her friend, Molly.
Thus. another 6 years of happy life passed for us.She spent time between sleep, food, fur care and playing with Molly or us. I never saw her bored.
One day I noticed that one can no longer climb the closet. It was the beginning of the unfortunate end. I moved it alone, to my bedroom. She diagnosed with leukemia. For nothing, I treated her and took care of her. I couldn’t save it.Until the death of her, it played. I had a ritual to play and they liked it.
She left us on December 15, 2016. She died with dignity.Anyway, she lived 15 years and had a beautiful life with my family and her feline friends (quite a few otherwise).
The story of my cat Julie is like any other story about a beloved and loving house cat. Like any other cat, it is unique in its way. She had his personality.This post is a tribute to my cat who lived 15 happy years with us.Even if it doesn’t seem like an interesting story, for me it is the story of one of my cats. She has shared good and bad in my life.If you have or have had a cat, I would like to leave a comment to share my experience. Thanks.
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