A Sad Day in Our Home…

This week we said goodbye to our dear precious cat.  Shredder was 21 years old and lived a long, happy and healthy life.  She was beautiful, smart, lovable and just plain cool.

We adopted her in 1991 when Amy was 9, Kevin was 7 and Terry was not a cat-lover.

For years Terry tried to convince us that he didn’t like cats, but in the last 8 years Shredder adopted him and he couldn’t help but fall in love with her too.

He made the ultimate sacrifice (as a non-cat-lover) when he drove over 8 hours from California to Arizona with Shredder in the cab of our moving truck.  She escaped from her carrier and was totally freaked out. The only way she would calm down was when he was petting and talking to her.  His voice was soothing. So that’s what he did for pretty much the whole time.  He talked to her about the towns they were driving through, the scenery and his favorite sports teams…and whatever came to mind for 8 HOURS!  Ever since then they’ve been great buddies.  They took naps together on Sunday afternoons…  Terry in the recliner and Shredder sneaking up on his lap.  She loved to “talk” and he’d have chats with her at various times when he didn’t think anyone was around.  In the winter Shredder would sleep right between the two of us or she’d lay right on the top of the blanket on Terry’s legs (which drove him nuts because he couldn’t move).

She had such a sweet disposition and a mind of her own, as most cats do.

Our daughter and son have lived away from home for several years, but now we truly have an empty nest. Our home and our family will not be the same without her.

Here are a few of my favorite posts about her.

20 Years Old!

Quail Babies in the House

The Cat is Alive and Well

Our Cat is 20 Years Old!

Some of you may not have met our cat, Shredder, but I wanted to let you know that this year she turns TWENTY YEARS OLD!  That’s a lot of cat years.

In honor of her birthday I bought her some extra special cat food – cost twice what we usually pay.  It had real salmon and crab in it and she loved it!

This is her in 1991 soon after she came home with us.

From my best recollection we got her sometime in early spring of 1991, which means that she would have been born about 6 weeks before that.  Our whole family went to the home of a lady in Valencia and when we walked into her back yard it was FILLED with all sizes, shapes and colors of cats.  My guess is that she loved cats so much that she couldn’t bear to part with them when the numbers got too high and she just allowed them to breed and breed.  We picked out Shredder from her latest litter.  We were told that she’s part Siamese and part Persian (and who knows what else).

So far the old girl is doing pretty well.  She sleeps a lot, but you would too if you were her age.

She always greets us when we come home from work.  O.k. maybe that’s because its her dinner time and she’s hungry.   She’s also developed a preference for bottled water.  That’s my fault because I started giving her our leftovers from half empty bottles that were sitting around and now she’s decided that she should have the good stuff.  Fortunately she’ll settle for tap water when she’s forced to.

She’s not crazy about crowds in the house, but she loves to hang out in whatever room Terry or I happen to be in and she’ll even follow us around in the mornings until we settle in one spot.  When it’s cold out she likes to sleep on my lap when I’m watching TV.  Here she is sitting on the windowsill in our office.  She hangs out either there or on the desk beside us when we’re in there working on the computer.

At night when it’s cold she lays right on top of my hand until it drives me crazy to be still too long and I shoo her away.  Then she moves to the cozy fabric-lined Longaberger basket that’s HER bed at the foot of OUR bed.  I tried to get her to use several different cat beds over the years, but she wouldn’t set foot (paw) in them.  I guess she has expensive taste.

You’d be amazed at how accurate her body clock is.  If Terry and I are up past 10 pm at night, she’ll actually come and find us and start meowing at us because it’s time to go to bed.  Then she’ll go and sit halfway between where we are and the bedroom to make sure we don’t forget.

She’s been a great friend to all of us.  Hopefully she’ll be around a while longer, but I don’t have any big expectations.

She’s quite a senior citizen after all.  Do you have a favorite pet that keeps you company or any funny pet stories?

Shredder’s Latest Antics

 


We’ve been trying to figure out what’s up with Shredder. She’s been doing all kinds of things that we haven’t seen her do before. Maybe she’s becoming senile or maybe she’s just being more adventurous in her old age.

I caught her on the kitchen counter in the middle of the night even when I was sitting in the same room. She’s also been climbing up on the bathroom counter. No idea why!

We’ve seen her fairly regularly drinking out of the swimming pool. Fortunately it’s a salt water pool so the chlorine’s not quite as strong as in other pools. I hope she doesn’t fall in.

And she’s been sitting on Terry’s lap more, even though he says he doesn’t like it.

Crazy cat!

 

Shredder’s Lastest Tricks

We’ve been trying to figure out what’s up with Shredder. She’s been doing all kinds of things that we haven’t seen her do before. Maybe she’s becoming senile or maybe she’s just being more adventurous in her old age.

I caught her on the kitchen counter in the middle of the night even when I was sitting in the same room. She’s also been climbing up on the bathroom counter. No idea why!

We’ve seen her fairly regularly drinking out of the swimming pool. Fortunately it’s a salt water pool so the chlorine’s not quite as strong as in other pools. I hope she doesn’t fall in.

And she’s been sitting on Terry’s lap more, even though he says he doesn’t like it.

Crazy cat!

Help one of our Troops by taking care of his cat while he goes to war for us.

Isn’t the Professor cute? And he fetches too.

Click on the photo for more details.

The Cat is alive and well!

Shhhh, don’t let my “parents” know that I did this. I heard my “mom” and “dad” talking and they said some of you thought I was dead, so I thought I’d better post a quick note to let you know I’m alive and kicking (or at least alive and breathing).

While I’m here I thought I’d post a few pics to let you know what my day normally looks like.

This Longaberger basket is where I sleep at night. It sits right at the foot of the bed between “mom” & “dad”. I know it’s an expensive bed for a cat, but my dad kept getting mad because I was laying on top of his legs to keep warm in the middle of the night. He’d get so frustrated that he would accidentally kick me off the bed. I’m sure he didn’t mean it, because he was half asleep, so I’d just climb back up on his legs after he got settled again. My mom thought it might be a good idea to help me find a warm place to sleep (besides dad’s legs) so she bought several regular cat beds, but I just couldn’t settle into them. I don’t know, they were just scary and kinda lumpy and seemed so ordinary. Finally she remembered that I used to climb into the mail basket a lot so she tried out this one and I LOVED IT! What a smart lady she is. Anyway, this is my comfy cozy spot at night.

This winter I also started sleeping up between mom and dad once in a while when I know they’re not going to roll over on me and sometimes when mom gets up in the morning, she leaves the covers on top of me and I get to snuggle under the blankets until I’m ready to get up.

The blue and white bench is my afternoon or evening spot where I sleep when mom and dad are in the family room. I like to be in the same room with them, so this is a good place where I can keep an eye on both of them to make sure I can get up quickly to follow them if they leave the room.

This red throw rug is a new favorite. I like to scrunch it up and wrap it around me during the day when mom and dad are gone. But be careful. You might trip on it when you come in the door.

And this last pic is just a shot to let you know what I look like when I just wake up or I’m a little grouchy. Don’t mess with me then!

So the only thing left are my 3 other favorite times of day. Dinner time around 5:30 when Dad comes home from work and I harrass him until he feeds me. Then when mom sits down on the sofa in the evening I do a cute little trick by laying perfectly still and looking pathetic next to her until she gives me a few treats. She loves when I do that!

Oh yeah and bedtime which is around 10:00. I’m always there to get up and wait in the hallway to let them know that it’s time to go to bed if they forget.

So that’s pretty much my life: eat, sleep, nap, sleep, eat, and sleep. Don’t you wish you were the Shred Head?

Dear old Shredder


I just had to take a picture of Shredder sitting in the sun. It’s so cute how she picks a spot on the carpet where the sun is shining and lays there until the light moves.

I’ve realized lately that she has all these specific spots in different rooms where she goes to snooze at different times of the day. She’s getting old but she’s still a smart little feline.