Today, I will be starting on a memorial stone for both Sammy and Muskie. These 2 sweet cats are greatly missed and were dearly loved by Nance and Bob.
What Nance sent to me about Sammy and Muskie...
My little Sammy (his mom abandoned him & I raised him) loved to be held on his back like a baby. He would purr, suck on my hand and reach up gently & pet my face. When he wanted to be held, he'd stand in front of me and hold his front paws up like a toddler "pick me up Momma." Sammy couldn't see (was too young) when I found him, when he did start seeing--I imprinted on him as his mom. Trust me, he was like a baby--feedings by eye dropper and then a small bottle every 3 hours at first, and he imprinted on me as my baby. When his kidneys failed at age 9, I had to put him to sleep (he was suffering so), I really mourned. Sounds strange, but my arms ached cause I couldn't hold him anymore. Still do. I never had children of my own--couldn't have them, but have 2 wonderful step daughters, but I know the void of losing a child because of my little Sammy.
Muskie (Musketeer) would come to a whistle. We didn't train him, but he trained himself. If either Bob or I whistled he'd come running to us. He loved catnip--and would get almost drunk on it. Sammy didn't care at all about catnip. Muskie lived to be 18 and was very rigid on his daily schedule. If things didn't happen on time, he'd let you know it... LOUDLY. He loved sitting on anyone's lap in the recliner. He'd meow to tell you, he wanted you to sit down. He had to be on a lap--he wouldn't sit directly on recliner (his decision/choice).
What Nance sent to me about Sammy and Muskie...
My little Sammy (his mom abandoned him & I raised him) loved to be held on his back like a baby. He would purr, suck on my hand and reach up gently & pet my face. When he wanted to be held, he'd stand in front of me and hold his front paws up like a toddler "pick me up Momma." Sammy couldn't see (was too young) when I found him, when he did start seeing--I imprinted on him as his mom. Trust me, he was like a baby--feedings by eye dropper and then a small bottle every 3 hours at first, and he imprinted on me as my baby. When his kidneys failed at age 9, I had to put him to sleep (he was suffering so), I really mourned. Sounds strange, but my arms ached cause I couldn't hold him anymore. Still do. I never had children of my own--couldn't have them, but have 2 wonderful step daughters, but I know the void of losing a child because of my little Sammy.
Muskie (Musketeer) would come to a whistle. We didn't train him, but he trained himself. If either Bob or I whistled he'd come running to us. He loved catnip--and would get almost drunk on it. Sammy didn't care at all about catnip. Muskie lived to be 18 and was very rigid on his daily schedule. If things didn't happen on time, he'd let you know it... LOUDLY. He loved sitting on anyone's lap in the recliner. He'd meow to tell you, he wanted you to sit down. He had to be on a lap--he wouldn't sit directly on recliner (his decision/choice).
Muskie (Left) Sammy (Right)
Sammy (Left) Muskie (Right)
Muskie and baby Sammy
Sammy
Sammy
Sammy, Muskie, and Bob.
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