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Thanks Kire, for the idea...
Cookie's mom was 'Tastrophe, a pregnant stray who adopted us on a cold rainy March day. A couple of weeks after she arrived, ''Tastrophe made her nesting area preferences known to me, and I cleared out the cabinet with our pots and pans in it...I wanted new shelf paper in there anyway.
'Tastrophe pushed her hind feet against my hand as she gave birth to a chunky male kitten, then had an easier time with the next 3, all females. Cookie was the third to enter the world, and the runt of the litter. She was a feisty little longhair with a rather short tail even considering her size. Sometimes we'd call her and her favorite sister Ren & Stumpy.
She was a good mouser, and often brought surprises to me from our enclosed back porch in the cooler months, when the mice would crawl under the door looking for a warm place to sleep. Cookie didn't want anything to do with people who didn't like cats; and she'd high-tail it to the basement whenever my mother came to visit. She also had a habit of sitting on my head after I washed my hair in the wintertime. I guess she wanted to make sure I didn't catch a cold. :)
The most endearing behavior she displayed was toward our dog, Wolfgang. Cookie dearly loved him. When Wolfie would curl up at night, Cookie would often rub up against his butt and go to sleep with him, purring. She sometimes shared his food, and he'd usually let her, as long as he liked the flavor of cat food she was eating.
Now that Cookie's gone, I'm the only female in the house. I'll miss my girl...hope we'll meet again one day. :cry:
Rest in Peace, Cookie...
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