My RB kitty Sasha's story
I have never shared my Sasha kitty with ya'll, and I thought I would. I keep a picture of her on my desk at work, so yesterday I took a photo of it with my cell phone to post here. She was born in October 1988 and passed in March 1999. Gosh, I sure thought she was older than that, but seeing it written down, she wasn't old at all. So here is Sasha's story and the picture (of a picture) of my Sasha girl.
Sasha's mommy was a stray we took in. My mom had said it'd be a cold day in (well, you know) before I got a cat... but this kitty was a stray outside her mothers house, and my granny knew how much I adored her, and asked my mother if I could please have the kitty. So, my mom couldn't say no to HER mom, and granny and I won... I got the kitty. She was beautiful. Dark grey but when you ran your hands over her hair, the undercoat was a very light silver, almost white. I called her kit-kat. She wasn't really all that friendly though! In 1990, Kit-Kat went to the country to live with my friend Jenny. She loved Jenny.
Sasha and her 3 siblings (Tasha, Peanut and Little One, weren't we original?) were born in a big box in our living room. She was the only tabby, the other 3 were solid black. After they started getting a little older, when I would reach in to pet them, Sasha would try to hiss and growl at me. The other 3 all wanted attention, but oh no not Sasha. So, I declared her mine. She had spunk and attitude and she would be mine. LOL I was a crazy teenager, what'd I know? :)
She never really liked many people, just me and my mom and a handful of others. She'd walk up to my dad in his recliner and allow him to pet her, but he couldn't try to pick her up or he got scratched. After I moved out with my ex-hubby, she grew to love him. He ended up keeping her in our divorce (that was a very hard decision) but after a couple of months, he took her to my mom. It seemed she was inappropriately pooping, everywhere... but once she started doing that on his kitchen countertops, he just couldn't keep her. So my mom got Sasha back, which meant I did too. But only for a few months because I moved to Arizona. Sasha hated car rides, she yowled and peed and pooped everywhere, the entire time she was in a car carrier. Even if it was only a 3 minute ride. So, my mom kept Sasha while Scooter Bug and I started our new life in Arizona.
Sadly, Sasha got very sick and had to be PTS 2 months later. Our vet (who grew up with Sasha, she used to sit on his head during poker parties) tried everything... anyway... on to my Sasha pic. I sometimes still feel her curled up in my arms while I am asleep, she loved to do that. (Wouldn't get there until I was sound asleep though!)
Sorry the photo is so big! It was so blurry I didn't want to crop it down much, I wanted everyone to see her beautiful big green eyes. I was so allergic to her, but loved her so much.
http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c2...1972/sasha.jpg
