Posts Tagged ‘Curley’

Reflecting Upon the Positives Against the Negatives–Multiple Losses

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

As I reflect upon the past three years, there is much to complain about, yet the positives, my blessings far exceed the complaints.  For one, I am alive and my health is fairly good.  There were those who wished me dead and might even have tried to kill me had they realized the danger I represented to them.

              

Certainly, ADOC would have set me up for false charges of something like drug possession had they thought I would be cantankerous down the road.  And my wife?  That woman I attempted to marry?  Well, one dear friend expressed concerns she thought my “wife” might have been poisoning me while we cohabitated!

 

Another psychologist friend expressed his concern many times warning me my estranged Maria wished me dead, destitute or imprisoned.  And other close friends chimed in.  I’d never have made it without their loving help.

 

My pets make it impossible for me to type at the moment.  Curley is hugging my lap and Diesel stares at me expectantly.  He has taken an insatiable interest in my computers.  Earlier he tried to bite the cursor on my screen!

 

Both attend to me and taking them both on a year & a half ago has been one of my best decisions.  For much of my life I have been delaying my life.  I have always wanted a cat & a dog but delayed having pets for far too long.  So, we found each other and began our household anew approximately September 19, 2007.

 

Since August, Curley and I met regularly at about 4:30 on the street over a period of six weeks.  While I was looking for this small adolescent orange tabby each morning it never occurred to me Curley might be looking for me, that is, until one morning when I saw him running towards me from a distance over the top of the six foot high block wall.  He’d seen me first!

 

So, I figured he was interested in me as much as I was interested in him.  He certainly was a scroungy dirty cat but he came when I called, “Here Kitty Cat.” 

 

I decided to try to take him home the next day, but rather than see him, I ran into another walker and as we walked and talked in the cool morning air about the cat I saw, he asked me, “You mean the cat that lives in the storm drain?” and we were interrupted by a little puppy under a bush started barking at him while wagging his tail.

 

The stranger said, “So, you want to play little fellow?”  Then turned to me and declared, “Look!  Somebody abandoned a little lab puppy here.”

 

“Nobody’d leave a little puppy,” I replied.  “They just tied him up here while they went for their morning run.”

 

“Then what’s that bag of puppy food for?”  Then I realized the tiny puppy had slipped his blue collar leash but was staying near it under the lamp post with the baggy of puppy chow partially spread out across the sidewalk.

 

Plenty of people passed by.  I couldn’t keep track of them all.  The little fellow was too small to walk on his leash, so I carried him, a bundle of dog licking face washing joy.  I never saw Curley that morning and I never got to finish my morning run but I had to find the puppy’s owner.

 

Dang!  He was cute.  So, I decided to get Curley the next morning and attended to Diesel that day.

Toilet Training My Cat Curly

Saturday, December 27th, 2008

 

 

Sweet success after two months of shaping!  Curly was undersized and had I known he was an adult, I probably never would have tried to toilet train him as it involved a lot of stress on him.

Curly was so malnourished when I got him off the street I assumed he was a young adolescent.  Six months after we found each other I took him to the vet (about a month after these photos) and discovered he had a chip.  I responded to that chip and after three weeks went by without a response, I initiated a series of calls.  The former owner finally informed me I could keep Curly. 

He had left her house a year and a half earlier after her daughter’s big black lab moved in.  Funny, now Curly has his own big black lab-pit bull, Diesel. 

Apparently, Curly had been on the street for a full year before I got him.  He lived in a storm drain and whenever I went for my run in the morning to avoid the heat, Curly would run along the top of the block wall to greet me.  After about six weeks I realized that this strange cat was waiting each morning at 4:30 for me.  If I arrived too early or too late, I would miss him. 

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