Cowboy, Jesse (my dog) and I moved to Nebraska in 1993 and that's where we met
Marvin. After starting my life with Marvin, he and I brought home an
adorable calico female Marvin named Piss Ant (or P.A., in polite company).
She was a bright and beautiful cat and gave me lots of solace when I lost Cowboy
to diabetes when he was only nine years old.
Since I am a huge
believer in having two cats, I kept my eye out for a housemate for P.A.
A small orange kitten with only half a tail was offered for adoption where I
worked, so he became our second and Marvin promptly named him Bob in honor of
his half tail.
started to feel cursed when P.A. just seemed to be not quite right. Lab
work showed that she was in kidney failure, and that she was infected with the
feline FIP virus. I made some life-style changes for her (diet mostly) and she
gained weight and did well for almost two more years, but finally succumbed to
the virus in 2002.
Again, after a waiting period, I began
to look for a second cat, a housemate for Bob, and again an "unwanted" cat was dropped
off at the clinic I worked at. So, into our lives came Jack, a large
muscular, healthy gray and white lover. Unfortunately Bob, the orange
tabby, seems to feel that Jack is here just to torment him, but then there are many
times they run through the house playing.
As life goes - we lost Bob to an
infiltrative bowel cancer in late 2004. We really miss him.
Jack was doing fine, but started to put on weight as so many single-cat families
do -- so, the search was on.
January of 2005 someone found a tiny orange oil-covered kitten in a factory
parking lot. He was just one pound and thin. We had to wash him
several times to get the oil and grease off - and he gradually began to put on
weight and show his feisty personality. In spite of his personality and
obvious good looks - I could not find a home for him -- so Pete became our
second house cat in early 2005.
He is fearless -
here he is sharing
a seat with our
more current photos
These are the cats in my life, and I