Nowadays the experts consider cats over the age of 7 to be seniors. Our cat Cookie was 12 when she passed in March, 2009. Cookie was a feral kitten. We knew there were a few feral cats around the neighborhood as had been the case over the years. We trapped an adult female on a Friday afternoon and took her to the humane society. That night about 8:30 we heard mewing under our bedroom window and found a teeny little kitten in the bushes. We called the emergency number for our local shelter and were automatically transferred to the cell phone of an on call employee who just happened to be on a call not far from us. We arranged to meet her about a mile away in a shopping center parking lot to turn the kitten over to her. She put the kitten in a box and placed it in the back of the truck. My husband explained to her that we were pretty sure the cat we had taken to the humane society that morning was the mother, and said you will be putting the kitten with her mother, right? Well, she flat out told us no, that she wouldn't have a clue which cat at the shelter was the mother and that she would be euthanizing the kitten as soon as she got back to the shelter. My husband said absolutely not and asked her to give the kitten back to us. She was reluctant because she said she had already filled out the paperwork and had officially taken possession of the cat ... but, she relented and gave us the kitten and the paperwork to tear up! We rushed to the nearest pet store and got there right as they were getting ready to close, purchased bottles and kitten milk and came home with our little cookie. It was just like having a human baby in the house with getting up every few hours for feedings.
Cookie was a sweet kitty but was afraid of everything and everybody except my husband and me. If she heard voices other than ours, or even if the doorbell rang she would slink down the hall and hide under the covers on the bed. I guess she didn't realize that the lump under the covers gave her away, but that was her safe haven. A few years ago Domino's Pizza had a commercial on t.v. where the delivery person rang the doorbell ... that doorbell on the commercial sounded exactly like ours and every time that commercial came on Cookie would take off for the bedroom, get to the foot of the bed, stick her head up under the covers and crawl to the center of the bed and stay there until she thought it was safe to come out. It was so funny!
Cookie was a talker too! I have always talked to my pets and she was one who was very vocal. She loved spending the days in the screened patio and would hang over the edge of the pool to drink water from the pool. It didn't matter that there were three water bowls in different areas of the lanai, she just liked the pool water better!
We miss Cookie and her quirky personality, but we are so glad for the years she allowed us to be her people!
Thanks ... yes, it seems that almost every critter we've adopted (or has adopted us) like our Cali: http://cubits.org/pets/thread/view/92/ has a story! I love them all and I know even pet mom's aren't supposed to have favorites, but Cali was real special. She and Cookie were real close. Cali was a mama figure to Cookie, she would hold Cookie down with one paw to give her a bath!