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Re: Ball gardens...addictions...drought/cat


I showed your first message about Flaksey to my husband, who said, "Now *That sounds familiar."

Many years ago, we had a mostly-Blue Tick Hound named Hermann. We adopted him after he had been beaten with chains and thrown out in a sleet storm. He died many years later from lymphosarcoma. Several months after he died, our other dog Popper was still pining away - wouldn't eat, losing weight, didn't want to play. The vet suggested we get her a pet, so I started scouting the shelters looking for a neutered male, over a year old, no floppy ears, medium sized.... I finally located what sounded like the best choice and went to check him out at the local adoption day.

While I was playing with him in the get-acquainted pen, a gangly red floppy-eared hound pup kept trying to crawl into my lap, or over my shoulder, trying to climb up my pants when I stood up to gently shoo her away. After about 20 minutes of this I succumbed to the inevitable, and brought her home with me.
When I set her down to meet Popper, she wagged once, sniffed once, then marched through the open door straight to the water bowl. After a quick sniff of the allowed territory (kitchen and dining room) she sat in front of where "his" food bowl used to be. And waited, and watched. And waited until I found a spare bowl ( we had tossed Hermann's old one) and fed both of them. When Bill came home, she flung herself all over him ( picture a Snoopy dance), curled up in his lap, and went to sleep.

A week or two later when we gave her the run of the house, she went right to the corner of the living room where Hermann used to hide his toys. She by now had quite an accumulation of her own, of course, but seemed very disappointed not to find the old stash, which we'd also tossed out.
There were other such things, like finding Hermann's pet rock outside, snoozing with it and trying to carry it - a feat that she couldn't accomplish for several months since it was too big for her puppy mouth.

The kicker came about a year later. I had gone out with her to feed the chickens, and heard a huge amount of yelping - not the "get the heck outta my yard, stranger," yelp, but the "oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, friend!" song.

I went around the corner to look, saw a semi in front of the house and went to tell yet another trucker that he had the wrong address (a guy down the road owned a plumbing company, and deliveries were often attempted at our corner instead of his) . Meanwhile Annie was keeping up her happy dance and singsong. I saw a guy climb out of the truck and start to walk to the front gate and realized it was our friend Greg, who hadn't ever met Annie. He and Hermann had been best buds whenever he had visited, but it had been a couple of years since he had passed through. She practically knocked Greg down when he came through the gate, hugging and slobbering all over him.

I'll let everybody draw whatever conclusions they'd like.


Out of all our animals....been numerous.....we've never had an animal that
acted THIS much like another. Each might have a trait like a previous animal,
but each one is very individual. Flaksey was different than any other cat
we've ever had, who knew not that he was a cat at all. Kitty acts much more
cat like than he did, he was literally attached to me....I did NOTHING without
him. Kitty is not like that at all, but it's just from day one that things
were strange.

Flaksey came from my mom's house...was an offspring of an outdoor cat of
theirs. I took him in because he was totally deaf, and we were told he might be
blind, but he wasn't. He's been gone for about 3 years now, our last cat
died Jan 1 of this year (Flaksey's son). This past spring, an older kitten
(less than a year, older than 6 months the Vet said) showed up at my mom's,
insisted on coming in. Showed up out of nowhere. Mom put signs up everywhere, no
response. She didn't want another cat, so Dh went and got her. At mom's
she acted like she had been there. Then when DH brought her in the door here,
she didn't look around like a new animal would....she'd never been here,
never met me, not been around dogs, etc. But Kitty just walked right in, meowed
and climbed up on Flaksey's favorite area as if she'd lived here her entire
life. When I walked up to her, she acted as if she'd known me all along. Was
not afraid of the dogs at all, rubbed her head on them like Flaksey had. We
thought that was odd already, but then she got down and walked over to where
the food dishes used to be....looked, then meowed until we put the food and
water dish back in the "right" spot. Then another odd thing, was that
without hesitation after she ate, walked over to the garage door and meowed to have
the cat door opened. That is where the litter boxes used to be kept.
Hadn't used the pet door or the litter boxes out there in a couple years. I had
put the food, water, etc. in one area, I figured until she would learn where
everything was. HA! She knew already where things were suppposed to be.
Since that first day, more and more odd things have happened that only a cat
that lived here would have known. For instance, Flaksey was the only cat that
would come outside with me. Kitty came outside and went right over to the
pond (one of several) and laid in the exact same spot that Flaksey used to lay
down and sun himself. It's not really like she's Flaksey, since she
doesn't really act like him, but she just "knows" things and does things that only
he would do. It's really wierd. Never had that before. Can't even call the
similarites personality traits at all, it's more like a memories.
Wonder if she gets Deja vu. LOL She sure doesn't seem surprised by things,
except when it isn't the way it used to be.....we're the ones that seem
mystified by it all.

I'd been mentioning these things to Bonnie and Pam all along, didnt' think
anyone else would understand.....but since there are so many "cat" people on
this list...or animal folks, I thought I'd take a chance on you all thinking
we're looney. LOL

zone 9
Texas Gulf Coast
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