Our old cat lived to be 17 1/2 years old. We called him the Deez. We moved many times and he always hung in there. I remember the disgusted look on his face while he got a big lick on the head from my sister's oversized dalmation. For a while we lived in the mountians in a semi wilderness area. He was all black and at night you couldn't see him unless he wanted you to see him. I remember one nite we went for a walk down to the river during a full moon and as usual he jouned us. He moved along behind us darting from shadow to shadow as if playing a game then joined us on the bridge where we all stood and watched the water. We always thought he stayed in the shadows because he was afraid of Mr. Owl, the big white owl that flew over every nite catching any unsuspecting animal small enough to fly away with. He had nothing to fear. He was big. But careful. Later when we moved back down into the city he wanted to be outside and spent a lot of time on the roof. Quite a daring climber almost up to the end. Running up his favorite tree and onto the roof. He slowed down a lot toward the end but managed to outlast the tree which was removed and when he passed away we put him in the ground by where the tree had been. Theres another tree there now. Grew all by itself over his spot in the garden. Its his tree. He was a good friend that old cat. He liked to eat raw liver. We would cut it up for him. It was his greatest pleasure. Funny, hadn't thought about that in a long time. We are better people because of our cats. Haven't bought liver since. If I did I'd probably cook it.
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Date: 2001-10-09 12:00 am (UTC)Later when we moved back down into the city he wanted to be outside and spent a lot of time on the roof. Quite a daring climber almost up to the end. Running up his favorite tree and onto the roof. He slowed down a lot toward the end but managed to outlast the tree which was removed and when he passed away we put him in the ground by where the tree had been. Theres another tree there now. Grew all by itself over his spot in the garden. Its his tree. He was a good friend that old cat.
He liked to eat raw liver. We would cut it up for him. It was his greatest pleasure. Funny, hadn't thought about that in a long time. We are better people because of our cats. Haven't bought liver since. If I did I'd probably cook it.