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in praise of tuxedo cats

as some of us have recently had their eye on a tuxedo cat, i thought i'd post this ancient picture from- oh, say 1987/88- of Co, who some of you knew ( and who passed on, aged over 20, last spring- http://akmed.livejournal.com/54201.html ), and Isobel, who belonged to my roommate at the time. isobel died of kitty AIDS in 1989 . Co managed to never contract nor carry the disease( she was tested afterwards) and lived a very long life.

with persia gone i decided to go through my pictues and organize and preserve them-they were thrown in a box and i found a whole history of great pets, not so great relationships and proof that time goes speeding by. do yourself a favor and don't be ashamed of taking the dorky, cutsey kitty photos- i am so glad i have photos of the girls. i thought it would upset me to go through them but it made me feel better and optomistic about the PAST as boding well for the future. i wish i had more pics from the 80s but i managed to more than make up for it the past few years.

it also allowed me to figure out roughly how old my remaining cats are. sylvia was close in age to her mother-i believe she was born in the late 80s in fucking hollywood CA. this makes persia over 20, sylvia pushing 17, brown at about 16 and alice i am fairly sure- because she came to live with me as a new born kitten -at 15. i am just shocked at the fact that they are all technically senior cats. alice certainly still seems like a kitten, the baby. we're so blessed but i also realize they are for the most part considered of advanced years for cats. the thoughts of losing them is hard but that they've been with me so long is a source of great comfort. they're great cats. i've been very very lucky. who is it that said ' time spent with cats is never wasted.'? time spent with most humans is, that's for sure...

2 days before persia died i had a dream in which Co appeared. i had known for about a week that persia's time was near as she seemed different and slightly disconnected from us. in this dream Co was young and sleek like a 1 year old cat. she came "to get" a grey shadow of a cat whom i did not immediately recognize. then, when Persia died, i knew it was the fading Persia whom Co had come to bring home.

i was alone with a sick Isobel when she was about to die. she waited for the human she was most intimately bonded to to come home from work and she died in her arms 5 minutes after she walked through the door. what amazing creatures. in looking for cats to take in as of late i've been torn between adopting 100 of them just to save them and a towering rage at stupid, selfish humans who inflict such misery on animals through neglect, abandonement and abuse. when i think of all the beauty that cats have brought into my life-and how perseptive and sensitive and kind they are-sublime works of art they are. bastet as given us a divine source of wonder. i have never more understood why some cultures used to level the death penalty on any one who killed a cat.

" the name of the god that guards you is Cat"- spell 145 egyptian book of the dead.

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I love this picture :)

I need to take more silly crazy cat lady picture of a certain tabby, who, though not super model thin is still quite a beauty :)

peets is a doll.i can't wait to send her hot jpegs of big tortie double mitts for her collection.

isobel was sort of lady cranky cat-she wasn't all that friendly- a bit of an ice queen but Co and her were good for each other. co made isobel more playful with humans so even though isobel was the adult and co the kitten the learning went both ways. i too love that picture- it shows their personalities beautifully.Co was the little court jester and isobel was the queen.

check out the moustache action- a wee bit to the right and we would have had a kilter.

err that is Kitler....sorry.

Nice pic. Unfortunately for me, Salem was gone before I could get her. >:(

don't worry- they have a way of finding you.....

persia was once called fabian and along with sylvia and brown belonged to a friend who i thought was fairly responsible.she paid for first class seats for sylvie and persia to fly here from Cali with her. there was no reason for me to think it but i was always drawn to persia and had this feeling that she was going to be my cat. i had no inkling this would ever happen so it was odd for me at the time-im not known to covet other people's cats.

to make a long story this lame bitch, who along the way had become my roommate,ended up dumping poor persia and sylvia in a cardboard box OUTSIDE the rescue league in the south end while they were still open.

i had come home one day and apropos of nothing PoorLittlerichbitchhad moved out of our apartment without leaving as much as a note( i thought at first we were robbed except only her stuff was missing) and leaving 2 other of her cats behind. she took sylvia and persia with her . it wasn't until months later that she even would speak to me and finailly returned the house keys . all appeared ok although she never explained herself or what exactly had caused her to move out and leave me stiffed.

several months later she decided she couldn't afford( trust fund cunt) the cats and wanted to get rid of them. i told her i would either take them or give her money every week to feed them but she refused.i was astounded. if she loved these cats, as i had no reason to believe she did not, why wouldnt she let me have them?- i had lived with them and loved them.i never expressed any anger at her abrupt move out or dumping of other cats on me but here she was saying she was going to drop them off at a kill shelter and she wouldn't tell anyone which one. i even asked if she wanted me to get down on my knees and beg for them. and i would have done it. but no. so i actually acquired a spy-her new roommate who couldn't believe what she was doing- and the minute PLRB left the house with the cats she called me and i sent out feelers to all the boston area shelters( i was at work at the time and had no car) and we found them, explained to the staff what had happened and they gave them to one of my spys-the staff was furious the coward didn't even have the decency to bring the poor cats inside to be safe.

and so Persia came to be with me and it's one of the best things that has ever happened to me. now that i look back on this horrible thing this woman did and her cruelty in not allowing them to be saved directly by me( we all know that people usually adopt kittens from these places and that older cats have less of a chance)i realize that it was meant to be-how this selfish act by a clearly disturbed, pathetic person had to happen but that it led to over 15 years of love and devotion and perfect companionship.because that's the alchemy of love-turning the brass and rancid sulpher into gold.

Holy cow what an amazing story. What kind of horrid creature wouldn't let someone rescue their precious babies, but would instead drop them on death's door? That is truly nauseating.

I am truly shocked and appalled by this story- Nevertheless, I'm glad you ended up with Persia.....

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