The Saints are Killing Me....

Saint_LB · 11-11-2009, 06:41 AM

Originally Posted by skymike

c'mon, give us a cat story, LB.

Well...believe it or not, I saved it in notepad just in case somebody asked. It's a sad story...that's why I was hesitant. Anyway...here goes.

I lived in Gainesville before I moved to WV because of a job change. My oldest son was living at home at the time, and his cat had kittens, and Cali was one of them. She was the only cat that survived from that litter other than the two that were given away and I have no idea of their demise at this time. Her other brother and sister as well as my long time friend, Yeller, were destroyed by a pit-bull that would be released in the neighborhood every now and then...for that very purpose, I speculate.

Anyway, when I left Gainesville and moved to WV, my daughter stayed on in the house in Gainesville, and she kept Cali. Eventually, however, she moved out of the house and into a dorm in Jacksonville, so she left Cali behind and outdoors. The neighbors there fed her, but for about 3 months she was left outside.

We finally went back to Gainesville to prepare the house to be sold, and early one morning after we arrived, I went out into the back yard and tried to call her up. After a few seconds, I heard some rumbling in a wood pile and out she came. She came right to me. If I were a stranger, she would run for 30 minutes before looking back.

We brought Cali all the way to WV in a kennel with our almost grown Siberian Huskie sitting right next to her...for about 17 hours. It's funny, because when I finally got her here, I opened the top of the kennel and she just sat there for about a minute.

It was only a few weeks ago that she had finally gathered the nerve to venture out of her new home and go into the garage to investigate her new surroundings. She found a spot in the wheel well of my truck, and she started sleeping there. Sadly, after she fell asleep in there one day, my wife took off for the store and she was still up in there. We found her down the street.

I found it very ironic that she survived all that, and after all the trouble we went through to get her here...she might have been better off if we would have just left her in Florida.

Oh...btw, FF. She is buried on the side of the house under the Poplar tree.

11-11-2009, 06:41 AM	#6
Saint_LB Deuce Join Date: Sep 2004 Posts: 2,894	Re: The Saints are Killing Me.... Originally Posted by skymike c'mon, give us a cat story, LB. Well...believe it or not, I saved it in notepad just in case somebody asked. It's a sad story...that's why I was hesitant. Anyway...here goes. I lived in Gainesville before I moved to WV because of a job change. My oldest son was living at home at the time, and his cat had kittens, and Cali was one of them. She was the only cat that survived from that litter other than the two that were given away and I have no idea of their demise at this time. Her other brother and sister as well as my long time friend, Yeller, were destroyed by a pit-bull that would be released in the neighborhood every now and then...for that very purpose, I speculate. Anyway, when I left Gainesville and moved to WV, my daughter stayed on in the house in Gainesville, and she kept Cali. Eventually, however, she moved out of the house and into a dorm in Jacksonville, so she left Cali behind and outdoors. The neighbors there fed her, but for about 3 months she was left outside. We finally went back to Gainesville to prepare the house to be sold, and early one morning after we arrived, I went out into the back yard and tried to call her up. After a few seconds, I heard some rumbling in a wood pile and out she came. She came right to me. If I were a stranger, she would run for 30 minutes before looking back. We brought Cali all the way to WV in a kennel with our almost grown Siberian Huskie sitting right next to her...for about 17 hours. It's funny, because when I finally got her here, I opened the top of the kennel and she just sat there for about a minute. It was only a few weeks ago that she had finally gathered the nerve to venture out of her new home and go into the garage to investigate her new surroundings. She found a spot in the wheel well of my truck, and she started sleeping there. Sadly, after she fell asleep in there one day, my wife took off for the store and she was still up in there. We found her down the street. I found it very ironic that she survived all that, and after all the trouble we went through to get her here...she might have been better off if we would have just left her in Florida. Oh...btw, FF. She is buried on the side of the house under the Poplar tree.
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