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I had a cat growing up named Pumpkin - She was orange.  She got hit on the highway one morning and died and my mom made my dad go out and peel it off the highway and bury it before I got up. Then my mom got me another one - I named it pumpkin.  I loved Orange kitties.  I had an alley cat stuffed animal - it was orange and I named it pumpkin.  Pattern here? 
I didnt have another cat until later in life - I had a cat that I thought was a girl for 8 years and found out it was a boy.  I should of guessed considering its name was Dickie but honestly it never crossed my mind.  Believe me I realize how stupid this makes me sound.  But anyway - I loved this cat.  It would hang by itself, hardly ever got sick, survived through a stroke, didnt need a ton of attention but when she (he) did, she would come up and massage you first.  knead you like bread dough.  Also, another great trait was she would go by the door and meow to be let outside to do her business.  She didnt need a cat litter box.  In the summer she would open up the screen door herself (a slide one) and go out.   I loved to watch her lay in the sun and stretch out- she looked so relaxed.  She would bring me presents (sometimes still alive) and act like it was Christmas and she was so proud to give me something.    She always had a way of knowing I was upset and would show up unexpected and rub against my leg and purrrr away saying "mommy its ok - see Im nice."  I would walk to get the paper, be in the garden, working outside, mowing the lawn - whatever it was - she would be close enough to see, following me around always - I felt like she was tailing me - staying far enough away to always be there if needed.  I liked that.  Her tail straight up in the air - her black body shining in the sun and her cute white paws prancing around like she was wearing booties.  Like most cats Im sure, Id find her sleeping in the oddest places - inside a car in the garage, on top of a hood on an outside car, in the tub ledge inbetween the 2 shower curtains....funny cat. 
My last great memory of her is that she never could eat alone.  You would put food in her dish and walk away - she would go find wherever you were and meow the wierdest meow...it wasnt like her usual meow - and she would NOT stop bothering you until you followered her to her dish.  Once you got there she would slowly go in to take a bite and then look back fast - like when a pitcher is almost ready to pitch but at the last second pulls back to look at the runner on 1st base to see if hes ready to steal a base.  She wanted to see if you were going to stay for a minute and really watch her eat.  Once she knew you were there, she would start eating.  Then you could walk away and she would finish.  This happened all the time.  Most times it was completely irritating and then there was the couple of times that I would think - "you know she just wants someone to eat dinner with - she loves us and wants us to accompany her to dinner - is that too much to ask?"    After that thought came, I rarely got too irritated with her.  I miss that crazy, loving, independent, smart, and awesome cat.  She went up to cat heaven this year and Im sure is out to eat everyday with many other cats....gossiping and sharing secrets about the next mouse, the best place to sleep and how to manipulate your owners into eating with you.


pussy cat pussy cat i love you - yes I do


 


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