Was August 2000. We were still living in the block. In front of the kitchen window was the vine. One morning I heard a miaow in the beef. Was the one that would become my cat, Clara.
Was a cat for about two months, hungry
I went outside and took the kitten. I brought him home and gave him food. We had special cat food in the house. It proved to be mild though it was a cat of no one.
I guess had just finished sucking. After eating, he was asked out. I left it. Though I felt sorry to let them go into a world full of dangers for such a small cat.
But my cat Clara returned to the vine every day. She said, “I’m here, I’m here.” So I cut the net from the kitchen window and Clara went to eat.
Outside it was warm and pleasant. Clara was accustomed to eating every day. Same ritual: I’m here, I’m here.
Over time, I noticed that Clara had a brother. Later he found a home.
At one point her mother also appeared. She was a little wild but very careful with her chick. I called her Mizti.
Clara grew handsome. Meanwhile, the fall came. Mizti made news kittens, somewhere between blocks, in the grass. I made him a couch in the drying room, which was the door in the door with our apartment. I took Mitzi with the chicken and took her to the couch. One of the chicks spit at me and I was informed, but after all, I took him. Later, I took him home and became one of my adorable kittens, Jimmy. But about him, I will write another post.
When they were three months old, the other four of his brothers gave them adoption.
From the kiln, besides the pipes, a cat had the possibility to sneak into the basement, and out there. So Mitzi sneaked quite often.
But dear Clara
cared for kittens. She was their big sister and took her role seriously. She was particularly affectionate with them.
It was past autumn and winter was approaching fast. Kittens grew up and placed them. Not Jimmy.
Christmas came, and in the evening I “invited” Clara and Jimmy to the house. I had some friends visiting. They were very good. Clara seemed to say to Jimmy: To be good, maybe we can get home. They sat under the Christmas tree and done’t disturb or broke anything.
They stayed in the house. It was winter now. They have learned the purpose of the house. They got used to the litter immediately. They were strong and loving.
All the winter in the house.
As spring came, they were asked out. I left them, knew the dangers and knew how to guard. When they wanted, they came to the house: eating, sleeping, loving him, They sneaked on the kitchen window.
The other kittens we had don’t go out.
Clara, I was walking outside, in May 2001, the twentieth day, he gave me 5 gorgeous kittens The gesture was, it was immense. My daughter said she was a …ship lol.
On the morning of May 20, 2001, I woke up with something black in bed. At first, I did not know what it was. But I realized immediately: it was Clare’s first cat pup. I quickly made her comfortable in a large laundry basket and helped her bring the rest of the kitten to the world. Everything went very well and after she washed them she started to breastfeed.
It is a feeling I can not play in the words I have had. I actually saw how she brought the world and how she cared for them. It’s something fabulous what maternal instincts the cats have.
Little Jessie, another cat of mine, came to help immediately. They were both in the basket and were watching them.
When they were alone and were crying, Jessie was the first to them. They let Clara rest or eat. She had a cat litter. It seemed she wanted herself.
When I was three months old, I gave my puppies for adoption, less one.
The following year, Clara had anothers kittens. I was exactly on February 14, 2002. She already had experience. I kept four cats this time: Titzi, Pupi, Pufly, and Albutz.
In June 2002 I sterilized her.
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The adventures of Clare
Once Clara has been at home for three weeks. I thought we lost it. But I did not stop looking for her day and night. One morning I found her. It was weak and hungry. I took her home and I took care of her.
At one point I lost Thomas, the cat who was never out. I searched him for three days without any results. Then I talked to Clara as to a man. I told him Thomas was gone and my only hope of finding her is Jimmy. They were accustomed to. I asked her to find him. Maybe you can not believe it, but soon Clara started dragging me to a place where Jimmy was standing guarding something. She actually found Thomas. He was immobilized in another building by some neighbors. I cried, he answered. I recovered it. Without words, only Clara was very smart.
We moved to the house. Clara was used to patrolling out on the rooftops. But I had very bad neighbors. I secured the yard so no cat could go out. I felt sorry for Clara, he could not run freely anywhere he wanted. But I knew her safe.
She was a very fine cat, sweet, good and very clean. My husband telling her Lady Clara.
He’s got a move of ours to a bigger house. And a yard with a bigger garden.
He felt great, ran the stairs, played outside, stood in the sun, smelled the flowers. He never had a conflict with other cats or dogs. With an exception: George. A Stamp dog we got from the block when we moved to the house. I made him a yard dog. By the time he had the first cat chick, he scratched George. The dog then respected her.
In the yard, they became good friends and they were sleeping together.
My story has a substrate. If you save a cat from living insecure, she will reward you. Long and good. Providing it with adequate care. Clara ceased on August 16, 2018.
She had a long and beautiful life. He lived in three houses. And while the cat is said to be of home, I believe something else. The cat is really of house, but the house is where you are. If you change your home, your cat will feel very well in the new home. Provided you love and respect her. Understand the nature of cat.
If you love cats and want one, save it from an insecure life. There are plenty of others who really want a cat of breed. My opinion is that cats of breed are for competitions. If you want a loyal friend to love, any cat is great.
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