Dro_Princess
06-23-2007, 03:18 AM
Let me give you a little back ground on our beloved cat Osama.
When we first bought this place and moved in we unknowingly adopted a cat. He wasn't very friendly at first, never let us get within 10 feet of him, and would kick our dogs asses and our other cats asses. We named him Osama because he was like a terrorist and would ambush all the other animals. Osama only had three legs and he was a huge tom cat his head was like a soft ball.
Over the course of 4 years he has become part of the family. It took him about a year for him to lets us comfortably pet him and pick him up. He recently started to willingly step inside the door. I, on a few occasions, brought him in the house and lets just say he freaked out.
Every morning at 2:30 my husband would go outside, feed and pet him. He met us at the car when we would get home and loved for us to scratch his head especially around his ears. His woman was our other cat Duchess. She is a siamese with ice blue eyes, and he was a stripped tabby looking cat. They had a few litters together before she got fixed, and they were beautiful kittens. You would find them both sleeping on the picnic table under our oak tree.
Last night at 9 I went outside and pet him, put some milk out for him and he was fine. At 2:30 this morning my husband went out to feed him. He didn't want any cat food which is unusual, and he looked really really skinny.
My husband came home at 5:00 and found him balled up and looked like he was sleeping. He reached down to pet him and knew something was wrong. He was still warm and wasn't stiff at all, so he hadn't been dead long. We toked to his memory tonight, and I just wanted share his story and how much we really fell in love with our little terrorist.
Rip Osama
When we first bought this place and moved in we unknowingly adopted a cat. He wasn't very friendly at first, never let us get within 10 feet of him, and would kick our dogs asses and our other cats asses. We named him Osama because he was like a terrorist and would ambush all the other animals. Osama only had three legs and he was a huge tom cat his head was like a soft ball.
Over the course of 4 years he has become part of the family. It took him about a year for him to lets us comfortably pet him and pick him up. He recently started to willingly step inside the door. I, on a few occasions, brought him in the house and lets just say he freaked out.
Every morning at 2:30 my husband would go outside, feed and pet him. He met us at the car when we would get home and loved for us to scratch his head especially around his ears. His woman was our other cat Duchess. She is a siamese with ice blue eyes, and he was a stripped tabby looking cat. They had a few litters together before she got fixed, and they were beautiful kittens. You would find them both sleeping on the picnic table under our oak tree.
Last night at 9 I went outside and pet him, put some milk out for him and he was fine. At 2:30 this morning my husband went out to feed him. He didn't want any cat food which is unusual, and he looked really really skinny.
My husband came home at 5:00 and found him balled up and looked like he was sleeping. He reached down to pet him and knew something was wrong. He was still warm and wasn't stiff at all, so he hadn't been dead long. We toked to his memory tonight, and I just wanted share his story and how much we really fell in love with our little terrorist.
Rip Osama