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


We've always had pets, and have a sign hanging on the wall that my sister-in-law gave us which says, "A house is not a home without a dog". They are indeed in tune with others, at least most of the time. There's a lot of stuff that I haven't included in the list since some of it might be a response to our ( or Popper's) reactions.

We've never had anything like the Hermann-Annie connection before or since. There were so many, many things that were alike. Heck, Annie even peed while lifting her leg!
A little bit of other stuff - she and Popper carrying on as if it was right and proper for Annie to be there, (we have a picture of her as a pup, with Popper sound asleep on the couch, and Annie's mouth around her tail, ready to start trouble) and Annie never, ever hurting a small creature. Hermann used to turn his head when mice got into the house and pretend that they didn't exist even when they ran across his toes. Annie did, too, and when Annie once caught a bird because it startled her, she stood there with her mouth open until it hopped out. Both of them were merciless towards squirrels.
Both of them were dumber than a box of rocks in some ways ( though incredibly people -savvy). Neither could figure out doors. We often joked that if Hermann was going to come back, he could at least have come back with a few more brains.

Frankly, given my white-bread Calvinistic upbringing, I prefer the idea of the Rainbow Bridge but sometimes things are just put right in your face.


----- Original Message ----- From: "Chapel Ridge Wal Mart National Hearing Center" <4042N15@nationalhearing.com>
To: <gardenchat@hort.net>
Sent: Wednesday, November 02, 2005 11:39 AM
Subject: Re: [CHAT] 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


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.


> 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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