This is a little real story (Well, I dont really know if it is going to be little) about my cat, Tootsy. Enjoy!
I couldn't contain my excitement. My mother and I had been looking for a kitten for over a month, most of them were adorable. Sadly, they weren't female, or they were to expensive. The thing that I thought was worst of all of that, was that we didn't get them in time. That was the worst. Why, you might ask. Well, because the excitement in you is so high, that is explodes into tears when they say, "Sorry. Already sold!" Things such as us already reserving the kitten but the owner still giving it away, getting there and the cat being sold right infront of us, or the kitten having fleas are all things that happened. But this was finally it. We were going to go to store to pick up our kitten. Finally, our kitten. From what I knew, she was female and a Tortoiseshell*. We actually wanted her sister, who was the most adorable thing ever. Sadly, it was already sold. Though I was not happy at first, the excitement and joy was all filling up on my body when we got there. I looked all around and saw nothing, so we decided to go into the store and then wait. Once we were there, we saw all the puppies, kittens, and fish. After a while, we walked outside. And sure enough, there she was. The cutest thing, cuter than any of the other kittens we had seen. All my focus and love was directed to her right then. I ran up to her and saw her golden eyes, her fur was black with streaks of beautiful brown. On her small face, was a white line aside of her nose. But those eyes...those golden eyes were shining and showed love and hope. I grabbed her and hold her in my arms. She was about a foot long, or maybe even smaller! She trembled on the way home, and I just petted her and smiled. Right then, I felt happiness...
The First Days
The first days are always beautiful! Those are the days where you want to hug your pet all day, and your thoughts always have your pet in it. Choosing her name was one of the hardest things to do, though. One of the ideas was Toty (Toh-Tee), which came from my mom. My mother loved that name for her, but, lets just say me and my brother didn't. My brother was upset, because he was sure that bringing a kitten into the house was a bad idea. He said we wouldn't take care of her, but I was sure that wouldn't be true. Surprisingly, my brother was the one who came up with the name Tootsy. Everyone spelled it Tootsie. But, I wanted it to be original. I changed it to what it is now! I had lots of fun everyday with her. One day, I even used my plush animals and made a small little play for fun. Obviously, I was young, and I needed to record it. Then there was a part where I called her name, she was supposed to be a monster. When she came, I thought she was the cutest monster ever. She was as small as my foot, and as cute as...well, nothing!She was cuter than anything. I took pictures of her all the time! Even when she took her first bath, she looked like a little Chihuahua. I was proud of her, since she could swim right away. The beautiful washed up kitten trembled in my arms as I hold her inside a towel. As the time passed, she became fluffier and fluffier. Until she was now back to normal. This wasn't the first kitten I have had, I had tons of kittens before. Sadly, they all ran away and never came back. Some even died. During all those horrible experiences, I never thought I would be able to have a kitten this cute! And now that I lived in an apartment, and not a place surrounded by coyotes, I hoped for my Tootsy to last forever...
That Wild Cat
Tootsy started to become a grown up. As I would say, a teenager. But animals just don't work out that way! Things happened as she grew up, things that had happened with all my other cats...scratches. One time, I was petting her, until suddenly she jumped to my arm, and hold it tight. She bit is and she dug in her claws and kicked my arm with her back paws. I got scared, and quickly called my mom. My mom made her get away, and she threw her outside. It wasn't exactly a throw, but it was a kind of way of saying, "Im disappointed of you," and that was right. She was. The blood flowed out of my arm, and my mom just sighed madly and said she was really mad. I never made it a big deal, she bit me, it hurt, then it was over the next day. But my mom, she always cared. She always did the same thing, throw her outside. Instead of feeling bad for myself, I felt bad for Tootsy. My mom herself says that animals don't choose what to do, but she got angry. I asked her, "Why are you so mad?" And like always, she answered, "Because she hurt you!" Lots of more biting and kicking came after that, they all angered my mom, and she always said that one of those days, she would just throw her out of the house or sell her. I always begged her not to. She ignored me, and she was upset with her own decision. But she knew she had to do it. But deep inside my heart, I knew that she would never do that. Not after my suffering for all my other cats. I loved Tootsy, and didn't love her any less after what she did...
No, not me, silly! Tootsy. A cat, an orange tabby who apparently had no home, started to follow my Tootsy. I was acting like a parent who was checking on your kid's boyfriend. Whenever Tootsy was outside, he came. It was becoming a daily thing! Of course, like anyone, I started to get a bit annoyed about this. Sometimes, I opened the door, and she didn't want to come in because of him. But I couldn't blame her, or him. He was super adorable, and so was she. Thought, I'm not sure if that matters to cats...? I called the orange cat, Omelet. It was a silly name, but I enjoyed it anyways. Sometimes, I wanted to go out and pet him, but he'd always run away. I wished to make him my pet, but soon I noticed, it wasn't possible. Suddenly, I saw her hissing at him, and Omelet just got closer to her. I was deeply annoyed about him bothering her, Tootsy couldn't even go down the stairs that lead to the door because of Omelet. I wanted this to end. I couldn't imagine it getting worse. But it did. One night, Omelet went to our door, and meowed. But not just any 'meow', it was moaning. Like they were running over him a dozen of times. It was the most annoying thing of it all. He kept on doing that everyday, crying for his true love. I didn't quite understand what was the big deal with love. I now feel bad for parent who have a daughter who has a boyfriend. I know how it feels now, even though they're cats. It still hurts, even though I know Tootsy can't just...move out with him. But just knowing, knowing that your cat won't be with you all day just to be with her catfriend. But we had to allow it anyway. Then I started to think...What if she got...pregnant?
The days went by quick. Tootsy was starting to get fatter and fatter! Which could only mean one thing...Kittens! My mom and I were very excited, I never thought about Tootsy being a mother. I kept on thinking all about the kittens, when would they be born? How would they look like? I really didn't hope to be there when it happened, I saw it all in my head, and only thought, ew. I know its normal and all, but you need to admit that seeing anything be born in front of your eyes, isn't so clean. I've never actually had a pet so long that they get pregnant, and this would be my first time! My mom started to prepare a place where the kittens could be born. She put a blue big box, and inside, put a towel. We were all excited, but we had to be more careful with her. I sometimes picked her up, causing me to touch her stomach, and she jumped up to my arms and furiously scratched me. But I understood, I was hurting her if I picked her up, and I stopped doing it for a while. Waiting for the kittens to come is a long wait, well, at least for me it was. I couldn't wait to see the precious kittens that would come from my own cat.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, as I opened my eyes to see what tapped me. My mom was beside me, waking me up. The first thing she said was, "Tootsy had her kittens!" I first couldn't believe it, but I still ran to where Tootsy was. Sadly, she wasn't in the box my mom had made for her. She was inside of a little whole of one of her big toys. I looked at the kittens, there were two adorable kittens. Even though they were still all rat looking, they were adorable to me. The two little things were squished into each other all trying to get some milk. Then I turned to look at Tootsy. Her eyes were full with weakness but love. One kitten was dark, and apparently it was gray. The other one had white fur with brown,black, and orange spots. I couldn't believe it, two completely different kittens. Now, I couldn't wait to be able to carry them. I suddenly felt the longing for them to open their eyes and run around. Sadly, they had only a few hours of birth. My mom explained the whole story. That in the night, Tootsy had been meowing loudly. My mom went out to see and they were now born, it was about six in the morning when my mom woke me, it was a school day. So I would have to go to school, but I couldn't wait to tell all my friends about Tootsy and her kittens!
Its a Kitten!
After school, I got some great news. Tootsy had had another kitten! This time, orange, like its father, Omelet. I couldn't wait to see it! My mom explained that when he was born, he didn't move. He just sat there, with his paws facing upward. She thought it was dead, but she poked its paws a bit. And suddenly, it started to breath and move. My mom also said that the kitten was born in front of her eyes, and that she was grossed out. Even she thinks that. My mom had moved the kittens to the box she made for them when Tootsy went over to eat. Once I got there, I ran to her and saw it. Immediately, it became my favorite. It was rather lonely, the other two were side by side, and this orange one, was alone. It seemed as if just because it was born after, they didn't know it was there or just didn't like him as fast. I couldn't understand, so I loved it. Besides, I've always wanted an orange kitten, and now, I had one.
Being able to go see three cute kitties snuggling together, was a pleasure. I got to see right when they opened their eyes. The kittens seemed as if they were always excited, they moved and played together. They were smart too! Once, we put boxes around their "house" and also big cardboard so they wouldn't get out and come and all way over where we were. Well, that didn't work. They climbed and jumped their way out. We kept on trying, but soon enough, they appeared in front of us, running their little paws off. Those were the days. My mom and brother both loved the Calico-like one(One with brown,orange,white, and black). Me...? I still loved the orange one. Later on, my brother and I came up with silly names! We called the orange one, Quesadilla. The Calico was called Enchilada. The gray one, we were clueless about. My brother said Taco, but I disagreed. That was obviously a dog name. Soon enough, I called it a dog name too. Cookie. I didn't mind though, I loved their names. Tootsy took great care of them, when someone came, she hissed at them and ran to my mom for help. I would spend hours or minutes just sitting there, playing with the three kittens. Cookie was sweet and shy, when Enchilada was very crazy. It was always moving! Quesadilla was sweet, silly, and shy. It was just perfect for me. We didn't know which ones were girls or boys! So we decided to investigate. We went online to look how to see if they are female or male, (It was gross) and we soon found out that Enchilada was a boy, along with Cookie. Quesadilla was the girl. It was way unexpected, for I (For some reason) thought Cookie was a girl, and Quesadilla a boy. I didn't mind though. I loved them the same, and enjoyed their company. I begged my mom to keep the three of them, but she kept on declining. So I told her I would never forgive her, and I would be mad and sad. I didn't think she would do it. I promised Cookie I would never let her sell him. I wondered if I would have to break that promise...
My mom was ready. She had her camera on her hands, waiting for the kittens to come out of their hiding places. My mom was going to take a picture of the three, and post it online, to say they were being sold. I did anything to stop her from pressing that button of the camera. Once she put the kittens in a pretty position and place, I sometimes made them look at me, or come to me. My mom was obviously frustrated about this, and suddenly, she did it. She took a picture and posted it online. I couldn't believe it. I knew this wasn't the end though, maybe people didn't like them! Or maybe something just...happened. Fortunately, it did. Her post got flagged! I was happy about this, but she was not. Not a tiny bit. After posting it again, and getting it flagged again, and again, she was deeply angered. I was feeling bad for her now too, she had worked so hard on the post and all. Still, I was sadder for the kittens. Tootsy would be lonely, the kittens would be lonely, I would be lonely.