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What I’ve learned about Cats and, maybe, animals, in general. My experiences with Cats.

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I just LOVE my cats, so you’ll have to pardon me if I mention them a lot.  Homey was abandoned (I assume) when the economy got real tough and he found his way, here, to my home.  [Read first blog about Homey here:  http://wp.me/p1cV3H-c8]  I wanted to write an update on how he’s doing.  He’s doing great! 

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I know he has, finally, accepted this as his home.  Generally, he seems much more comfortable, relaxed.  He doesn’t cry anymore and is less skiddish when I try to pet him.  Although I believe the major break-through was when I, relentlessly, called him when he was “missing” for a couple days [under the house, I assume, when he didn’t feel well], the raw chicken and belly rubs had to have helped.         

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 Not quite a year and a half ago, a little cat started showing up in my yard.  He would sneak up on the porch for food, when I fed my other cats, and then, go back under the car.  About five weeks after I first noticed him, he started coming in the house, with the other cats, to eat.  (I put dishes in the house and on the porch when its cat-feeding time.  The door’s usually open and the cats also have two kitty doors, so they can come and go freely.)

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Then, for a year, the cat stayed in the house.  He let me pet him, but would always squat, like he was ready to run.  I have always tried to make him feel welcome.  He seemed most comfortable in the house, so that’s where he stayed, except for occasional strolls to the porch.  Then, I (finally) named him — “Homey”.   Seemed appropriate.  But, wouldn’t you know it, the very next day, after telling him his new name, he left!  Disappeared — for three days!  Crazy timing!     
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I suspect he was under the house, not feeling well, for that time, because he showed up with cobwebs on him.  He’s been in the house, primarily, since and, recently, started living on my desk.  (LOL.  I’m glad he feels comfortable.) 

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I know that the economy is tough and I suspect Homey was put out in the wild, by his previous owners [caretakers, as I call them] because they needed to eliminate a mouth to feed.  I completely understand.  As difficult as it is to feed another mouth here, I always feel blessed when a cat finds his way here. 

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Homey cries, sometimes…. sometimes right after dinner.  I think he may worry, then, that he won’t have food if he is put out.  I try to console him, but he still acts afraid when I pet him. 

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Why am I telling you this?  I don’t know.  I struggled with what to write about, this morning — trying to choose from a list of topics — and, then, just started feeling alone and abandoned…  Yes, much like Homey.  So, I thought I’d share my story about Homey.      

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My cats are amazing!  I am (what some people would call) an “animal psychic” — I have always had a knack for understanding them.  Some people claim to be animal psychics and make a lot money doing it, but I have always hoped for a higher purpose for my gift.  (…. Yeh, “Stupid (poor) me!”  Duh!  $$)  Anyway, I have wondered, when people are missing, if animals can help find them.  When criminals are on the loose, can animals lead us to them.  I have had enough experiences by now, that I believe they can.  (Too) when animals are sick, I want to hear from them what’s wrong and why.                         Photobucket

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Anyway, let me start by telling you about one of my cats. 

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Buddy.   When he was just months old, I heard him trying to imitate his mom’s raspy voice.  (She was sick after a vet visit, and had lost her normal voice for awhile.)  It was absolutely jaw-dropping the way he studied and practiced to get the sound just right!   After four or five weeks, he could imitate her perfectly.  After that accomplishment, I wondered if I spoke human words in a voice that was interesting to him, if he would imitate it.  Sure enough, in the months that followed, he learned to say “hello”, “hi”, and “I love you”.   Since, if Buddy hears another cat with an interesting voice, he will work to imitate it and always reaches his goal.  I think of him as my “Rich Little” of cats.   Buddy is ten years old now.

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More on my cats as this site develops. 🙂

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