What a great story!!
I would never call my cat "Mother" though!! What would the neighbours think when I say "I'm gonna feed Mother in the barn"![]()
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What a great story!!
I would never call my cat "Mother" though!! What would the neighbours think when I say "I'm gonna feed Mother in the barn"![]()
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What a wonderful story, Sara. Mother certainly fill a position in that barn - and has her paws wrapped around the owner too.![]()
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What a nice and well-written storyMother is amazing- a very self-contained cat
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What did Eddie and Edwina say when you read the story to them?
Great story and it looks like he got the perfect cat for the job - a tortie with tude.![]()
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This just reinforces my belief- the only person that doesn't like cats is one that doesn't 'know' cats.![]()
Interesting story. It brought back a memory from when I was a child - which is more than a few years ago. My father grew up on a farm and personified the old adage, "you can take a boy out of the farm but you can't take the farm out of the boy." His mother (my grandmother) was coming to visit and he was extremely upset - almost terrified - that she would see the family cat in the house - a farm animal in the house! He demanded that she had to stay outside while my grandmother visited. But that wasn't exactly what occurred. She liked to be out in the evening usually just catloafed on the front porch watching the world go by and we'd go out and sit for a while with her then bring her in and keep her captive in one of our bedrooms. She was used to picking who she wanted to sleep with but this arrangement was OK with her with a stranger in the house. She usually didn't spend much time outside unless she was napping in a tree. She's prop herself out on a limb and snooze all day. She was born in our house in 1959 and died there in 1980 at the age of 21. I still miss her.
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Yes a very nice story && I have to state "Mother you go girl".. Thank you for sharing..
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Exactly. I admit, I haven't always liked cats. I grew up with dogs, and it wasn't until my husband wanted a cat that I fell in love with my Belle, and cats in general. That was an incredible story about Mother, thanks for posting!Originally Posted by Cataholic
Randy K...what a nice story.... I think many of us had grandmothers like that! By the way....what was the cat's name?
When she was born she was all white unlike her tabby marked three brothers and she was the runt of the litter. We named her Frosty - even though it was April when she was born. Not really winter-like.
She used to play on the roof of the house running from peak to peak like a little idiot. One day she overran the roof. I heard her crying and found her hanging from the gutter by her front claws. I reached up to take hold of her and as soon as I had a grip on her she let go of the gutter. She so trusted me to protect her. But then she knew me from a few minutes after her birth.
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