My Kids- Vol 1- Marissa
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kittenspeaksI spend a great deal of time talking about my kids but I haven't really shared them with you specifically. So, one post at a time the story of my babies. (I apologize for the crappy pics but the are mostly taken with a cell phone...)
This is Marissa. Also know as Rissa-Kitty, Fuzzy Lumpkin, Woola-Butt.
Marissa is the sweetest fuzzy in the world. She came into my life in early 1993. Yes, she is almost 15 years old.
Paul's truck had broken down. The timing chain had broken. A tow truck passes us on the side of the road and took pity. They towed the truck, fixed the timing chain and let us pay them off slowly. When we went to make the last payment I was talking to the mechanic's wife and quite naturally said, "If there is anything we can ever do for you please just ask..."
She replied in a thick southern drawl, "Take a cat."
*blink* "Pardon?"
She points down to a cardboard box to the side of the porch in which there was a large spotted fuzzy thing and several small spotted fuzzy things. She grabbed one of the smaller fuzzy things and thrust it into my hands.
It looked up with me with these beautifully painted gold green eyes and blinked at me.
So, we all got back into the truck and got ready to leave.
When Paul cranked the (rather loud) engine of the white ranger she panicked. She launched off of the back seat of the truck and into the windshield knocking her self out cold for a few seconds.
Marissa doesn't quite understand nuzzling. It is more like she comes up and head butts you. She has wide paws like a mountain lion. She is also a fierce hunter...or she used to be. For a time Paul and I had our 4 adult cats and two litters of kittens. Marissa liked to go into the woods that surrounded our zombie-proof home and kill things to being home to feed everyone. And to be fair, if I was a bit more of a "rustic chef" her kills could have fed all of us. (I hear raccoon is actually tasty.) She birthed two kittens, Bumbles and Mussolini. Bumbles was hit by a car one night. Mussolini lived several more years to be killed by a blood clot in his heart and his cremains are on my shelf.
Marissa still plays like a kitten from time to time. But, her favorite thing is to find a pile of pillow or blankets like a princess and nap. She has this gravely pterodactyl like meow which she really only voices when she wants her canned food or is demanding love. (The latter is also accompanied by the head butting.)
Paul often said that Marissa had a magical quality and that he thinks she will out live him. Both things are probably true.
Unrelated- I crave dip. Not like chewing tobacco. But like something in a cream cheese or sour cream base to eat with some chips. Maybe a seafood dip...Ah, my fallen dreams of a superbowl party...
This is Marissa. Also know as Rissa-Kitty, Fuzzy Lumpkin, Woola-Butt.
Marissa is the sweetest fuzzy in the world. She came into my life in early 1993. Yes, she is almost 15 years old.
Paul's truck had broken down. The timing chain had broken. A tow truck passes us on the side of the road and took pity. They towed the truck, fixed the timing chain and let us pay them off slowly. When we went to make the last payment I was talking to the mechanic's wife and quite naturally said, "If there is anything we can ever do for you please just ask..."
She replied in a thick southern drawl, "Take a cat."
*blink* "Pardon?"
She points down to a cardboard box to the side of the porch in which there was a large spotted fuzzy thing and several small spotted fuzzy things. She grabbed one of the smaller fuzzy things and thrust it into my hands.
It looked up with me with these beautifully painted gold green eyes and blinked at me.
So, we all got back into the truck and got ready to leave.
When Paul cranked the (rather loud) engine of the white ranger she panicked. She launched off of the back seat of the truck and into the windshield knocking her self out cold for a few seconds.
Marissa doesn't quite understand nuzzling. It is more like she comes up and head butts you. She has wide paws like a mountain lion. She is also a fierce hunter...or she used to be. For a time Paul and I had our 4 adult cats and two litters of kittens. Marissa liked to go into the woods that surrounded our zombie-proof home and kill things to being home to feed everyone. And to be fair, if I was a bit more of a "rustic chef" her kills could have fed all of us. (I hear raccoon is actually tasty.) She birthed two kittens, Bumbles and Mussolini. Bumbles was hit by a car one night. Mussolini lived several more years to be killed by a blood clot in his heart and his cremains are on my shelf.
Marissa still plays like a kitten from time to time. But, her favorite thing is to find a pile of pillow or blankets like a princess and nap. She has this gravely pterodactyl like meow which she really only voices when she wants her canned food or is demanding love. (The latter is also accompanied by the head butting.)
Paul often said that Marissa had a magical quality and that he thinks she will out live him. Both things are probably true.
Unrelated- I crave dip. Not like chewing tobacco. But like something in a cream cheese or sour cream base to eat with some chips. Maybe a seafood dip...Ah, my fallen dreams of a superbowl party...
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Date: 2007-02-02 09:45 pm (UTC)My cousin makes the asskickingest spinach dip in a bread bowl...I missed it at last Xmas eve due to familial drahmah. Now I want it for lunch. XP
Cute furrybutt. ^_^
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Date: 2007-02-02 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-02 11:09 pm (UTC)Your fuzzy is so pretty!!!!
I used to have a cat that was part ragdoll. (Well, he looked just like one only didn't get as big and had the same temperment.) I miss him so. Marissa isn't so thrilled when I bury my face in her belly.
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