More on Cameo, my rescue cat (Need some feedback here)

[CameozMom]

Just thought I would update you guys on Cameo. She is living like a queen at my Mother's house! She gets to sit and look outside all day (something she loves, but can't do since I have to hide her from my neighbors). She has been getting spoiled to death! Even my Dad has grown fond of her and he isn't really a cat lover (but I think by the time she leaves, she'll make him a feline fan forever!). I guess in a way, she is spreading her magic to other people..because when she's around, you can't help but notice her. She is very entertaining to watch and can amuse herself for hours on end with anything....towels, socks...and my Mom has been feeding her bacon! I think I am going to have one very spoiled kitty on my hands when she returns!

Thanks everyone for your stories! I have really enjoyed reading them! Please, keep it up! This is wonderful!!

[L. Wayne]

cameozmom; maybe your dad will also want a cat when yours comes home with you.

I am thinking that when you get your cat home, that perhaps you could find a look-alike cat-doll and place that in the viewing window so that your neighbors will not be so suspicious. This will allow your furkid to look out the window all she wants.

[Tubby & Peanut's Mom]

Originally posted by CameozMom
and my Mom has been feeding her bacon! I think I am going to have one very spoiled kitty on my hands when she returns!

When I first got Tubby, I lived alone so it was just me and the Tubster. He was just a kitten, so I thought I'd start him off right. I didn't want a cat that begged all the time, so most of the time when I was in the kitchen, I made him stay out of the kitchen. He would sit right at the very, very edge, just so the tips of his toes were ever so barely in the kitchen, but not enough for me to tell him no and push him back some.

Well, when Tubby was about 1 1/2 years old, I decided to move to Florida (from Wisconsin). At first everything was temporary, so I left Tubby at my mom's house until I got settled and could bring him down with me. After that, he was a lost cause in the begging department. She spoiled him so rotten with scraps from the table that there was no way I could have ever retrained him to stay out of the kitchen while I was cooking. When I said something to my mom about it, she responded with "Well, that's what Grandma's are for!" and that was the end of that discussion.

Now I fear for Tubby because he lays underfoot all the time when anybody is in the kitchen. Terry and I have gotten used to it now so when we're in the kitchen, we don't ever take a step without looking down first to see where Tubby is - because we know he's there somewhere.

So much for all his first year training.