Nine cat lives (part 1) the Gentleman
I got my first cat when I was 7 years old.
Poerk had to cope with 9 times moving house. Probably for cats moving house is the same traumatic as losing one of their 9 lives.
After our last move 18 years later, in the very small attic room he shared with me in the centre of the Alkmaar, Poerk suddenly grew older and thinner very fast. His joints became stiff and he preferred to lie on a cushion in the direct heat of my desk lamp. For that purpose I left the lamp on day and night. It was 1990 and I never had heard of cherry pit pillows or electric mini blankets yet. He was like an egg in an incubator.
Every Friday night I transported him 200 kilometres in my car to other end of the Netherlands, where my boyfriend studied and where we spent the weekend. My boyfriend's room was bigger than mine and he had the luxury of a balcony too.
Poerk did not offer any resistance when I carried him in my arms through the busy main shopping street to my car. People always looked somewhat amused; such a big brave cat in a busy shopping street looked misplaced.
Like almost all elderly cats, a kidney problem had developed and beside advising a special diet, there was nothing more the vet could do.
When it seemed my precious grey gentleman constantly got dizzy and finally even fainted, I had to take him to the vet ... for the very last time.
I'm sure you cat lovers know the drill. The death of a cat means crying loud for 3 days. And then another 3 weeks weeping softly.
Yes I know the drill all to well. Memories fad but can always be recalled. 18 years is a good long friendship.
Your little kitten looked so funny in that photo!
Sitting on his bum, hahaha
No! It 's his face and his eyes! Just like a human saying 'what are you doing with that thing?'
He's quite surprised to see a camera!
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The term “puss” is the root of the principal word for “cat” in the Romanian term pisica and the root of secondary words in Lithuanian (puz) and Low German puus. Some scholars suggest that “puss” could be imitative of the hissing sound used to get a cat’s attention. As a slang word for the female pudenda, it could be associated with the connotation of a cat being soft, warm, and fuzzy.
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I now realise my Mum did fantastic work ... by crocheting that table cloth!
(where the hell did that thing go?!)
The smallest pedigreed cat is a Singapura, which can weigh just 4 lbs (1.8 kg), or about five large cans of cat food. The largest pedigreed cats are Maine Coon cats, which can weigh 25 lbs (11.3 kg), or nearly twice as much as an average cat weighs.
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When a cat drinks, its tongue - which has tiny barbs on it - scoops the liquid up backwards.