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It is a year today since I lost my beloved cat Toots. I would post a picture but I could never get her to pose and the only one I have wouldn't do her justice. She is staring malevolently at the picture taker.
Imagine the Felix cat, with a paunch, and you'll know what she looked like!
Toots came to me from the Cat Protection League when she was around a year old and I was 20 and had just bought my first flat. A combination of arthritis, asthma and alzheimers led to the decision to have her PTS last summer at the age of 17.
She was completely nuts, hated everyone and everything except me and could not be trusted with visitors.
Her favourite trick was going up to people, rolling onto her back and baring her tummy until they foolishly ignored my warnings and tried to stroke her. Then she would sink all four claws and her teeth into their hand.
Many friends bear the scars of trying to pet her and my family used to insist she was the Devil incarnate. But she was my baby and I loved her.
A year on and I can't believe how my life has changed. I have gone from spending my evenings sitting in front of the tv with a lapcat on top of me to pounding the pavements in all weathers with a giant dog. I even booked a holiday based on all the "nice walks" I could go onbiggrin
I still miss Toots terribly but know that if I still had her I wouldn't have Mason. Deep down I think she would have appreciated the irony of replacing her with my cat-killing boy. She didn't like cats much either.
I want to thank GAL for introducing me to Mason and greyhounds in general and everyone on the forum for being so welcoming, friendly and helpful.
The advice has been invaluable as I've learned to share my life with my boy and getting to know everyone and their own special packs has been so much fun.
What a difference a year makes!
Marie


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Toots sounds like such a character, no wonder you miss her.  smile

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What a lovely posting, and Toots sounds like quite a character, not that I would have attempted to stroke her though.wink  At least you have wonderful memories of Toots, and to live on in our hearts, is to live forever. x heart.gif



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What a very touching story Marie, sounds like Toots was some character I am quite certain that she would have approved of Mason for keeping you on your toes. Hears to many more years of pounding the rain soaked streets. heart.gif Nora  

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It's strange the way animals pick people, Toots sounds great, she was obviously a one woman cat and enjoyed all the years she had with you.smile

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That's a lovely story (not if you have Toots scars though).  wink  What a character she must have been and I'll bet, in the quiet moments, you have many a little smile to yourself and chuckle remembering her antics.  aww

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 Lovely story. I agree that animals definately pick people. Humans like to think its the other way around!

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-- Edited by Jax at 19:56, 2007-06-20

-- Edited by Jax at 19:57, 2007-06-20

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I definatley agree with that.  I remember the first time I clapped eyes on Wills and he stood, gazing up at me with his tail wagging and tongue lolling out.  I thought he was cute and next time I went to the kennels, there he was, still gazing at me.  Lo and behold, home he came.  I had very little choice in the matter.  biggrin

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Its absolutely true animals pick humans. The woman fostering Toots couldn't get her out of the house quick enough when I went to see her even giving me a litter tray and basket to borrow so I could leave with her immediatelyevileye I should have seen the warning signs.
But I still remember letting her out of her basket in my flat and the way she wandered around her new home, ate some tuna, used her litter tray and then climbed up into my arms snuggling up, sucking her paws and purring away.
It was an immediate bond and as if she just decided 'yes, you'll do'.
Mason, on the other hand, walked into his new home and just took over in an "its all mine" kind of way, he's so much more independentsmile.
While Toots was my baby from day one, Mason felt more like a flatmate for the first few months. Now we are firm friends and I wouldn't be without him.
Marie


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so sad about toots and I can identify with all you have said.  I lost peter my tortoise, ( yes they do have personalities and no they are not slow moving honest, place a pair of bare feet within 1/2 mile of peter and he would find them) at Christmas I had him for 12 years and he was in the family for over 40years.  He was so much to me and all my family..  I am at the moment becoming involved with greys via the website and hoping to come along to some gal events. I have found the whole experience of meeting some greys amazing and lost my heart instantly when I met a wee boy a while ago.  He is now in his forever home and I am now hoping that one will pick me shortly so I can give out all my tlc I have to give.  Love reading all about everyones experiences and it is helping me to come to a decision very soon.
metta sandy

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Yep, animals do find a happy knack of finding a "sucker". We should have known better when we rehomed our long departed rabbit and we asked the little girl what she called him - the reply being "bite me"!!

"Bite Me" became "Thumper" but he never really got to grips with his name and despite hubby building him a penthouse of a hutch he was never really grateful. Much blood and tears ensued (of the human kind).

Moral of the story, forget the little furries, HUGE greyhounds are much more loving and kind to their folks.

Rhona

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