A cat named Callie, she's about 9 or 10 now and stays indoors tho not declawed. She doesn't like being picked up. When she is picked up she lets out a meeaaaw that sounds irritated and like she's insulted.

""WTF! Why do you think you can pick me up just because you're bigger than me??"

She loves to sit/lay by me tho.

Midnight is a neighbor's cat that comes over every day usually and sometimes hangs around all day. She's a beautiful black medium hair. I feed her but she eats very little.

She loves to bump and rub her nise on my hand, sleep on the picnic table and sit on top of the wooden swing frame.

One day my mom picked me up at work, she was only parked for about 2 minutes. We take off and go to the bank. She goes inside while I wait in the truck. As she walks out I hear a somewhat familiar meow and my mom says she saw black tail disappearing around the corner of the bank. She usually parks facing the street, but today parked right up to the building.

I jump out and start calling for Midnight (that's what we call her) and ure enough a black cat comes around the corner meowing like crazy, sounding scared and slinking between the bushes and the building.

It IS Midnight! I was suprised she let me grab her, but she did, walkig back to the truck she starts wriggling, but I manage to toss her in, jump in and shut the doors.

Back home it takes her about 10 minutes to come out from under the back seat and into the yard.

She must have been sleeping in the hub of the spare tire and went for a hell of a ride! And if we hadn't heard and seen her we would still be wondering whatever happened to her.

I had a dog named Ben, a Brittany Spaniel. Buried him under a tree in the back yard on Sept. 11, 2010. He made it to 15, when one day he woke up and his hind legs were
like spaghetti. He gad been getting stoved up about 2 or 3 times a year for about 2 years prior and the vet would give him a steroid shot.

Our last day together, I carried him into whatever room I was in, if I left him, he would try his best to crawl after me and whine.

Carried him outside every 4-5 hours where he would piss and crapped once laying down, even crippled with artheritis he didn't mess in rhe house.

We shared a chicken wing and went to bed. The next morning, the last rhing he knew and saw as he was being put to sleep, was me rubbing his head.

I feel just a little guilty, but I loved him more than any other dog I previously had and more than the cats. I used to think I'd never want another dog again. Never say never, but its still not something I'm really hankering for.

That reminds me I forgot to ask a question.

tho I've looked after stray or roaming cats before, Callie is the first that is actually mine and indoors. Do all cats insist on sticking their ass end in your face

or is it just her?