Barb & Checkers (GA)
Member Since 2009
Checkers was born in a barn, seventeen years ago. His mama lost her life in the road, and it wasn't known that there were kittens in the barn, until they came staggering out, starved, dehydrated, and very sick.
They were brought next door to my DD, Susan, because she was a licensed wildlife rehabber. She took them to vet, and kept them.
Fast forward a few weeks.
She bamboozled me into babysitting, for “a week”, so she could go out of town.
I told her, “yeah, I’ll watch your dumb kittens, but don’t even hope I’ll keep one”.
My husband had died less than a year before, my mom had just died, and my little dog had lymphoma. I did not want annoying kittens around me!
OMIGOSH!
...These kitties gave me a reason to get out of bed in the morning.
They made me laugh, until I cried.
Checkers was the worst troublemaker of the two.
He ran up and down the drapes, the furniture, the countertops, the bookcases. They were in and out of the blinds.
If there was a box, his butt was hanging out of it, if the dog was eating, he shared it.
He loved to be on the back of my chair, nose in my hair. He loved freshly shampooed hair.
He loved to bat his stuffed mousies under the fridge, and came running, when he saw me pick up the yard stick, cause that meant, I was getting all his mousies out from under.
He dropped those silly mousies in his water.
He slept on the pillow next to mine, butt end facing me. I feared those big bunny feet!
He loved rough play with my son. How he could bunny kick! I never allowed his feet near my wrists, during play.
When I couldn’t find him, I just yelled “TUUUUNA”, and he came running…also the can opener brought him…every time. His little brother Clancy learned from him, to come for tuna, too. LOL
How I loved his sleek, smooth, shiny coat. I buried my nose in his fur, and inhaled deeply. I loved him so much, I couldn’t get enough of him.
Every night, for seventeen years, I kissed his head, and told him “Mommy loves you”, before I went to bed.
Thank you FDMB for being here for us, the last three years.
I deeply appreciate all the help, caring for him.
I could not have gotten through all the days and nights of fear, when he soared so high, or dropped so low, without all of you to hold my hand.
Thank you for celebrating with me, every time he had beautiful numbers, and was off the juice for 3 months, until dental infection, put him back on.
I am eternally grateful to you, my LL friends..
Barb
I put some photos in Photobucket, to show how he looked, young and healthy.
http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Barbara ... y/Checkers
They were brought next door to my DD, Susan, because she was a licensed wildlife rehabber. She took them to vet, and kept them.
Fast forward a few weeks.
She bamboozled me into babysitting, for “a week”, so she could go out of town.
I told her, “yeah, I’ll watch your dumb kittens, but don’t even hope I’ll keep one”.
My husband had died less than a year before, my mom had just died, and my little dog had lymphoma. I did not want annoying kittens around me!
OMIGOSH!
...These kitties gave me a reason to get out of bed in the morning.
They made me laugh, until I cried.
Checkers was the worst troublemaker of the two.
He ran up and down the drapes, the furniture, the countertops, the bookcases. They were in and out of the blinds.
If there was a box, his butt was hanging out of it, if the dog was eating, he shared it.
He loved to be on the back of my chair, nose in my hair. He loved freshly shampooed hair.
He loved to bat his stuffed mousies under the fridge, and came running, when he saw me pick up the yard stick, cause that meant, I was getting all his mousies out from under.
He dropped those silly mousies in his water.
He slept on the pillow next to mine, butt end facing me. I feared those big bunny feet!
He loved rough play with my son. How he could bunny kick! I never allowed his feet near my wrists, during play.
When I couldn’t find him, I just yelled “TUUUUNA”, and he came running…also the can opener brought him…every time. His little brother Clancy learned from him, to come for tuna, too. LOL
How I loved his sleek, smooth, shiny coat. I buried my nose in his fur, and inhaled deeply. I loved him so much, I couldn’t get enough of him.
Every night, for seventeen years, I kissed his head, and told him “Mommy loves you”, before I went to bed.
Thank you FDMB for being here for us, the last three years.
I deeply appreciate all the help, caring for him.
I could not have gotten through all the days and nights of fear, when he soared so high, or dropped so low, without all of you to hold my hand.
Thank you for celebrating with me, every time he had beautiful numbers, and was off the juice for 3 months, until dental infection, put him back on.
I am eternally grateful to you, my LL friends..
Barb
I put some photos in Photobucket, to show how he looked, young and healthy.
http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Barbara ... y/Checkers
