trisha, love the story! when a kid we had a beagle who wasn't very nice, my dad theorized if we got a cat the dog would get nicer. one of the many cats we eventually got was a calico, and they would curl up together and you couldnt see where one began and one ended because both were black, brown and white.
Kendall. great story too!
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From: Kendall D. Corbett <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Thursday, August 9, 2007 1:00:08 PM
Subject: Re: Cochlear Implant
When "the girls" fight, Carhartt will stop them from fighting by
getting between them. He's big enough that he hasn't been scratched
yet. My parents came to visit a few years ago, and brought their dog,
Lucy, with them, as she and Carhartt got along well. As we all went
to bed and had turned off the lights, we heard Molly yowl, Lucy bark,
and Carhartt bark (which he rarely does in the house). Turned the
light back on to see Carhartt between Lucy and the coffee table, with
Molly under the table with her tail bottlebrushed and her ears flat
against her head.
We think in the dark Lucy started to chase Molly because Lucy didn't
recognize the movement of a cat in the dark as being OK, and Carhartt,
being the "big brother dog," protected his cat. Lucy was a German
Shepherd/Pitbull/? cross that mom and dad got when they lived in the
Caribbean (sp?) thirteen years ago. The dog had as many frequent
flyer miles as I do.
When Lucy was around, Liza just hid. The only dog she trusts is
Carhartt. She even goes behind the couch when a dog barks outside.
If you look up "fraidy cat" in the dictionary, it's probably got a
picture of Liza.
Mom and Dad later got adopted by a kitten. Dad thought he heard a
noise in their garage, but couldn't hear it well enough to identify
where it was coming from. He took Lucy into the garage, and she
pointed at a box that had an old coat in it. Dad pulled the coat out,
and found about a two to three week old kitten in it (her eyes hadn't
been open very long). Mom and Dad were _not_ cat people, but dad has
the biggest, softest heart of any one I know, so he took it inside and
called the local animal shelter. They said they couldn't deal with a
kitten that small, so Dad called their vet to see what to do.
Steve (the vet) said to come down and he'd take a look at it. He was
amazed at how small it was, and that it was apparently healthy. The
theory is that a mother cat was moving her kittens, found Mom and
Dad's dog door and brought one in to the garage as a safe spot, and
got caught by a dog, coyote or fox before she could bring the others
in. Mom and Dad live on the edge of town, where fox and coyotes are
seen relatively frequently.
Steve said that in order for the kitten (Pickles) to live, they'd have
to bottle feed her every two or three hours, for at least the first
three weeks. Dad did, with the intention of placing her for adoption
when she was old enough to be weaned. By that time, though, he
couldn't part with her. He said that he'd give her away, but he'd buy
her back again.
Lucy would let Pickles walk all over her. Lucy, sadly, passed away
shortly before Memorial Day this year.
Our vet uses postcards that have a picture of a kitten with a spaniel,
holding the dog's ear out saying "Pssst! It's time to see the vet,"
Mom and Dad have a picture of Lucy and Pickles that looks like it
could be the same thing.
On 8/9/07, Trisha Cummings <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Hi Kendall,
>
> We have six cats and a dog. I have 3 kids and everyone has a pet cat including the dog. I have valium!! LOL Two of the cats are mine. My book end cats - they look very much alike and are father and daughter. The mother is Amber's cat and she is so cute when the kid cats play too rough and one yowls - she comes and smacks the culprit on the butt with her paw. Family dynamics! The father cat was there to watch over her for the births and helped take care of the kittens right down to cleaning their dirty little bottoms. I was impressed.
>
> Trisha
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