How Did Your Cat Acquire You?

[Unperson 309]

We were driving down the dirt road to our home when a 5 week old kitten scurried across the road ahead of us. We stopped, got out and rescued the tiny bit of fluff from under a rabbitbrush or chamisa bush. Her name is Chamisa.

So... how did you acquire the FurPerson you have? Or how did the furry-purry acquire *you*?

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[SOteric]

1. My current cat, StirFry

Was the small, fluffly white kitten in a litter of 6 born to the Mommacat of a friend of a friend who was living in a studio apartment.

I was under the impression at the time that bringing him home was something of a favour to the friend and the cat both. He has utterly stolen my heart, however, and my interpretation of who was granted the favour has done a 180.

My recently deceased cat Romeo just kept wandering in through the window and sleeping in my knitting.

[LWolf]

2. Left behind.

I bought the house, seller left a "surprise" for me.

That's fine; every house needs a cat! :-)

[Blue-Jay]

3. He found me at a New Year's Eve party.

A few of us were in the smoking lounge (aka Todd's garage), and he walked in, sat on my foot, and declared "MERROOOW?"

I put him back outside, and went into the house to have some bubbly and watch the ball drop on Dick Clark. About an hour later, went back to the smoking lounge. "Ash" strolled back in, walked around the crowd, sat on my foot again and this time demanded "MERROOOW!".

I sighed and said "OK, kid." "Hey, can someone take me to Meijer for some cat supplies? Looks like I have a new friend."

He's been plotting to kill me ever since.

[notadmblnd]

4. Well the first two got me when

a mouse came out from the closet one day and sat in the middle of my dinign room like he paid the mortgage. My son was small then and I did not want to put poison down or use snappy trape. We took a drive to the animal shelter and found the sweetest little white cand black spotted cat with pink ears caught my sons attention. I couldn't say no but Sammy would not stop talking to me so I had to take him too.

the last one, Mac came to us last Janurary during the coldest part of the year. I couldn't bear to leave him out in the cold so I let him in, took him to the vet, got his shots and had him nuetered. I figured even if he did leave at least he wouldnt populate the neighborhood. But he still comes in every morning, eats breakfast, takes a nap and goes back out. So I guess he like it here too.

[Cleita]

5. There's been a few. It happens when you get old.

They seem to know who the cat friendly person is. I have pawned so many strays off on friends, convincing them it is their duty to look after small animals. I have taken in some over the years whom I outlived. The latest I have now is one of a litter from the neighbors who was too scrawny to be cute enough for immediate adoption. What a little brat scrawny cat turned out to be. I have been through a couple of traumas with Benny which I have posted on DU. He's growing up though and turning into a calmer kitty version of himself, still a brat though. :-)

[MuseRider]

6. 2 little tiny kittens

showed up at my barn one day. Very little with little bobcat ears and short tails, I thought they were bobcat kittens! The next day one more just like the first two showed up and then the next day one more! I had 3 litter mates who looked like little bobcats and one just like them except he is tabby with white and orange. The one female disappeared about 2 years later but I still have the three males.

[CO Liberal]

7. We Visited the ASPCA Shelter in Las Vegas, Nevada

And Della wouldn't let us leave without her.

[DeposeTheBoyKing]

9. What a sweetheart Della is!!!

She looks so friendly and happy.

[DeposeTheBoyKing]

8. A friend who lived on a farm outside Derby, Kansas

Told me in August 1995 that she had a little gray kitten she wanted to give me for my birthday. I went out to pick up the little kitty, who was about 8 weeks old and ADORABLE (and later that morning to become Montana). My friend had several other kittens from the same litter, most of whom came up to me and were very friendly. One of them (an orange one who was later to become Simba) was especially charming, so I figured "what the heck?" and after they got flea baths, I took both kittens home. When I got home my still-half-asleep husband muttered indignantly about my getting 2 kittens instead of just one. Simba proceeded to climb up the bed and start licking his face. My husband was immediately hooked and has been a Simba adorer ever since (and Monty too)!

I got my late kitty Fergus in 1987 after my mother died. I knew him when he was a little kitty in 1984-85 when I lived with two roommates and he belonged to one of them. She became allergic to him and gave him to another of her friends. When Mom died I moved to Wichita and got an apartment, and I wanted a cat. I heard Ferg was available (he apparently got outside and killed a bird and also popped a hole in this girl's waterbed, and she was ready to kill him), so I took him, and he became the best friend anyone ever had! He helped me so much at a deeply emotional and sad time in my life, and I'll always be grateful to my little furry friend.