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 Pussy
were my first cat. A beautiful black and white moogie.
In
the left photo you see my younger sister together with Pussy.
Pussy had the best temperament you could ever want in a cat. When she was young
she put up with so to speak everything. Being dressed up in dolls clothes. Go
for a ride in a dolls wagon. Get water in the mouth from a toy syringe, when she
was at the "vets office", and much more.
She was very found of the people she knew, and they could do whatever they
wanted with her. Pussy just purred and thrived in the attention she was given.
Ofcourse we never hurt her. I don't think she would have been so kind either if
we did.
She used her claws and teeth only on rare occasions. Instead she developed
another method of getting away if she thought it was enough. She let go a really
stinky gas. Something that always resulted in her getting away. Mission
accomplished without having to use teeth or claws.
This cat was well behaved too. She never went on the table and didn't bring any
prey back home. My mum wanted it this way, and Pussy understood. She let her
preys be left outside the garden, and knew that the table was a forbidden area.
She even thought to sit nicely and give paw to when she was given something
extra delicious.
 Pussy died from cancer 13
years old. She probably got her cancer from using the pill. When we got our dear
Pussy, it wasn't allowed to spay or neuter a cat in Norway. I don't know when it
became allowed, but at that time Pussy was already a well grown cat and we never
thought of it.
Pussy was moogie that was allowed to go outdoors and indoors as she wanted. She
never roamed far away form our house, and always into the woods, not onto the
road. We lived in a cluster of houses with the forest as our closest neighbor,
so it was a safe and good spot to have a outdoor cat. It was little traffic,
little diseases among the cats and we had the forest as our closest neighbour.
Even though Pussy put up with almost everything, there was two things Pussy
really hated. That was to ride in the car, something that resulted in her never
being to the vet once in her 13 years long life. And other cats. If she saw
another cat on her territory she chased it away immediately. That the lady got
respect was easy to see when she was old and not as fit anymore. I remember once
when a big, beautiful, young male cat came right up to our backyard door (which
was made of glass). Pussy saw him, ran to the door and hissed at him That
resulted in the male cat running out of her territory as fast as he could.
I
miss this lovable, kind, nice, cuddly, beautiful moogie. She will always be
extra special to me.
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