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tsukino_akume) wrote2013-11-20 11:38 am
tsukino_akume) wrote2013-11-20 11:38 am
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For Clutter
I just got an e-mail from my dad, letting me know that they finally put Clutter down yesterday.
My mom and I found her while Christmas shopping my ... Freshman year of high school I think? Maybe just before. We were at an outlet mall, just leaving the Country Clutter store, when we both happened to glimpse something white and furry through the glass. We barely got out the door before she practically threw herself at us, begging to take her home. Two other girls saw us holding her and exclaimed over the poor kitty, but out of everyone in that shopping center, we were the ones she picked.
She clawed me half to death on that car ride.
We got her home and realized that sweet as she was (before the car, anyway), there was no way my dad was going to agree to keep this filthy cat. She had a big grease streak down her back, dirty fur, and generally looked like the cat we'd just picked up off the street. Between the two of us, we managed to wash her in the kitchen sink, which is how we learned that she was a beautiful long-haired white with a calico face and tail.
We were trying to blow-dry her on the living room floor by the time my dad got there. He sat down to see this poor cat we were torturing, and she bolted right for him going 'SAVE ME FROM THE CRAZY PEOPLE'. He picked her up and tucked her into one side of the fleece vest he was wearing, and she sat there very comfortably, peeking out at us. She was his girl from that moment on.
She was a cat with a very distinct personality. She was a sweetheart, but kind of an oddball at the same time. Got along with all of our other cats and dogs, even the horses. She wouldn't even scratch at her own fleas.
The moment a cat hater came into the house and sat down, she'd climb up into their lap and purr away, refusing to move and shedding white hair all over them. By the time they left, they still hated cats, but they loved Clutter.
She used to lay down on my homework when I got frustrated. I'd have my binder in my lap, and she'd jump up, lay down on top of it, and purr away until I started to pet her. Ten minutes later once she'd deemed me calm enough, she'd get up and walk away.
She was a dear, sweet, wonderful friend, and I miss her. ;_;
Rest in peace, Clutter. ♥
My mom and I found her while Christmas shopping my ... Freshman year of high school I think? Maybe just before. We were at an outlet mall, just leaving the Country Clutter store, when we both happened to glimpse something white and furry through the glass. We barely got out the door before she practically threw herself at us, begging to take her home. Two other girls saw us holding her and exclaimed over the poor kitty, but out of everyone in that shopping center, we were the ones she picked.
She clawed me half to death on that car ride.
We got her home and realized that sweet as she was (before the car, anyway), there was no way my dad was going to agree to keep this filthy cat. She had a big grease streak down her back, dirty fur, and generally looked like the cat we'd just picked up off the street. Between the two of us, we managed to wash her in the kitchen sink, which is how we learned that she was a beautiful long-haired white with a calico face and tail.
We were trying to blow-dry her on the living room floor by the time my dad got there. He sat down to see this poor cat we were torturing, and she bolted right for him going 'SAVE ME FROM THE CRAZY PEOPLE'. He picked her up and tucked her into one side of the fleece vest he was wearing, and she sat there very comfortably, peeking out at us. She was his girl from that moment on.
She was a cat with a very distinct personality. She was a sweetheart, but kind of an oddball at the same time. Got along with all of our other cats and dogs, even the horses. She wouldn't even scratch at her own fleas.
The moment a cat hater came into the house and sat down, she'd climb up into their lap and purr away, refusing to move and shedding white hair all over them. By the time they left, they still hated cats, but they loved Clutter.
She used to lay down on my homework when I got frustrated. I'd have my binder in my lap, and she'd jump up, lay down on top of it, and purr away until I started to pet her. Ten minutes later once she'd deemed me calm enough, she'd get up and walk away.
She was a dear, sweet, wonderful friend, and I miss her. ;_;
Rest in peace, Clutter. ♥