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How did Velvet enter my life?1996, summer flashback. We were looking for a companion for Cleo , having gone Condo from a free-ranging home.
Cleo... arrrghht! do you know what it's like to write a catt storry wii nhht aFCleo ;icking you to death very7 time you typ9ke she is lick ing my finger s7you?
Cleo loves me5!
t9nuygg Stop it!
Oh sopp it! Sop licking e! Gey off!
Now that Cleo has finished washing the fingerprints off my hand, we'll try again.
How did Velvet enter my life?
1996, summer flashback.
We were looking for a companion for Cleo, who was missing her mate, a male Scottish Fold Tabby Boy, a stray, believe it or not.
He just could not get used to Condo Life. He would cry all night. Wail was more like it. We found him a home on a farm, but, alas, he became feral again.
Cleo was two, and still bouncing off things like a kitten.
We canvassed several animal shelters, before coming to the Mississauga Animal Shelter. The "Cat Room" had an evil smell of disinfectant and germs. Nothing a human could catch, but germs. It was in the air. Most of the cats were sick.
At eye level was a very young black cat with flashing green eyes, on newspaper, with one leaky left eye, and a deep cut on her right leg, that noticed me. She got up, and came over, and put her tiny cut foot through the bars of her prison.
She held my hand.
Grasped it. Literally.
This lasted for 20 or 30 seconds, and thinking this was Toronto Star Newspaper stuff, I looked to my left at my Spouse, who looked very cross.
"I don't want that one, it's sick."
I looked back into Velvet's eyes, and we were sold. Me sold on her, but she sold on me...too.
Us just sold on each other. (Still are, by the way, and I don't think it will ever change!)
I payed the bills. I said YES. After touching Velvet, Louise agreed. The agent told us she was found in a busy intersection, the circular cut from being bound to a fence with string.
Velvet started to cough on the way home.
She limped badly. The only thing she did not have was fleas.
Every other cat ailment, she had. One ill cat.
Cleo loved her on the get go.
She soon healed up, with the help of a good Vet, more so, into an overweight high-performance cat we have today! She may be a jumbo, but is fast! She is strong! Bulletproof cat!
My love at night. She sleeps in my arms. Never selfish; If Cleo comes, and wants close, she leaves.
Vel Vet.
Quite the cat.
Everyone's cat is special.
My Girl is to me.
Copyright © Bill Mason
December 17, 2002
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