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

Amazing Daryl.  Pets are an absolute must.  I've never had any of these deja
vu' experiences with any of mine - or perhaps I've not been paying
attention.  I have noticed though how in tune they can be with me and with
each other.  They very easily sense disabilities and infirmaties in each
other and offer assistance or consolation.

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Daryl" <pulis@mindspring.com>
To: <gardenchat@hort.net>
Sent: Wednesday, November 02, 2005 7:02 AM
Subject: Re: [CHAT] Ball gardens...addictions...drought/cat

> Noreen,
> 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.
> died many years later from lymphosarcoma. Several months after he died,
> other dog Popper was still pining away - wouldn't eat, losing weight,
> want to play. The vet suggested we get her a pet, so I started scouting
> 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
> where "his"  food bowl used to be. And waited, and watched. And waited
> 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
> 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
> 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
> 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
> 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
> singsong. I saw a guy climb out of the truck and start to walk to the
> gate and realized it was our friend Greg, who hadn't ever met Annie. He
> Hermann had been best buds whenever he had visited, but it had been a
> 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.
> d
> >
> > Out of all our animals....been numerous.....we've never had an animal
> > 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
> > 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
> > 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
> > she acted like she had been there.  Then when DH  brought her in the
> > here,
> > she didn't look around like a new animal  would....she'd never been
> > never met me, not been around dogs, etc.   But Kitty just walked right
> > 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
> > Was
> > not afraid of the dogs at all, rubbed  her head on them like Flaksey
> > 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
> > 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
> > Since that first  day, more and more odd things have happened that only
> > cat
> > that lived here  would have known.  For instance, Flaksey was the only
> > 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
> > 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'
> > anyone else would understand.....but since there are so many "cat"
> > on
> > this list...or animal folks, I thought I'd take a chance on you all
> > thinking
> > we're looney.  LOL
> >
> > Noreen
> > zone 9
> > Texas Gulf Coast
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