Just because I don't have a kitty picture today, and I didn't want to be pictureless, I'm posting this because it's cute!
I'm thankful for every cat I've ever had. I've loved them all, every one of them. Last week when I used World Cat Day to talk about my previous cat, Calvin, it made me start thinking about the other kitties I've had. I keep trying to come up with a day for remembering past kitties, but I can't come up with a good name. Way Back Wednesday? Memory Monday? I don't know. Is there one already that I don't know about?
I decided that this week, at least, I was going to use Thankful Thursday to highlight another one of my kitties who've gone on.
Today it's Sheldon. I cannot find any pictures of him either. And unlike Calvin, when I could say he was a black cat and you'd know what I'm talking about, I don't know how to describe Sheldon. He was one of those white with tabby patches kitties. I think of him when I see Katnip Lounge's Tiny Johnson and Whisker Messages From A Church Cat's Tinker.
He was one of two kitties I brought with me when I moved out of my parents house to the house Greg bought. I lived there with my friend who owned Sadie. Sheldon and Sadie, and/or the other kitty, Evenrude, were the parents of Hobbes, who brought Calvin out of his shell when he was a new scared baby in my bathroom. Obviously none of those kitties were fixed at that time..
Sheldon, not Hobbes, became Calvin's bosom buddy. They were inseparable. Sheldon was so soft, long haired and cuddly. You could scoop him up, flip him on his back and just snuggle him. He'd star purring and go all limp. You could stuff your face in his tummy and snorgle him and he loved it! (Try that with Star and she'll surgically remove the skin from your face!)
While Calvin would lay beside me, hardly ever on a lap, Sheldon was a lap boy. Most day's I'd have him on my lap and Calvin next to me. If they weren't sleeping on me, they were curled up in a cuddle pile! He was a big cuddle bug! Not a big cat, but a big lover boy. Calvin outweighed him by probably five pounds. Sheldon probably had five pounds of fur!
After the kittens were born, we did get him and Evenrude fixed. And Sadie after the kittens were weaned. Evenrude could not deal with being an indoor kitty. I had expected him and Sheldon to be best buddies, but that was not to be. A friend of my mother's wanted an indoor out door kitty and took Evenrude, who was a very happy only kitty with that family. Did I mention that he was also a solid black kitty? I often wondered if Sheldon knew his buddy was a different black cat.. But then, he did watch Calvin grow up with his sons, so he must have..
Sheldon was my lap kitty, he wanted to be draped on me no matter what. With his long fur, that could sometimes be a hot prospect.. but I didn't care. Love doesn't mind. I miss him. He was so snuggly, you could do anything to him, move him anywhere, pick him up, put him down, flip him over. He was always happy. He always got along with any kitty in the house, and he lived long enough that there were several.
I believe Sheldon and Evenrude were the last of the progeny of my first kitty, my Momma Cat. It's hard to remember if they were hers or one of her daughters kittens, probably one of each. It didn't matter because Momma Cat would take and nurse all kittens in the house no matter who's they were. Just like me, she had a heart big enough for all the kitties. Which is probably why her son/grandson was such a love bug.
Want to help me think up a name for remembering previous kitties? Suggest something in the comments!
Leo's birthday is coming up, and we have something big planned! It's going to be a huge thing to help out his sisters and all the other kitties who still need forever homes! And it's gonna be fun! Stay tuned for info!