My Little FlowerI have never been a huge cat person, although I have always had one but truth be told I prefer dogs. But this one is a rather unique cat unlike any I have ever known. She's my baby, my co-parent, my friend. Thirteen years ago I was at a friends house with my oldest who was only two at the time. Her sister brought in a little kitten and put it right into my daughters arms. A little tiny calico which instantly purred and my daughter fell in love with her. I just couldn't say no to those big blue eyes filled with a new found love for this little thing. She was born on the streets and showed up in the back yard of my friends sister with a dog that attacks and kills cats, so she rescued it and brought it down for my daughter. We went home that night and as I tucked my daughter in with the kitten on the bed with us we talked about what to name her. At the time she was a huge fan of Bambi........so the kitten's name became Flower.
Flower bonded with the family quickly and proved to have an excellent nature with the girls while they grew up. They tortured that poor little girl with dress up. and dancing and mulling like little children will do with pets. Never ever did she scratch them purposely, hiss at them, bite them or hurt them even if they deserved it. But she trusted me to tell my girls when enough was enough. Flower and I had a routine all worked out. One day my youngest who is a very active child had her and was pushing her luck with the mauling of Flower. Flower looks at me with the look of anytime now you can tell her to leave me alone. So I say to my youngest you know Flower is getting pretty upset with the way you're treating her, she wants you to let her go. She kept it up. I looked at Flower who's tail was starting to swish with anger. I say to her well Flower we warned her and she doesn't seem to want to quit so you have my persmission to go ahead and scratch to teach her a lesson. Flower on cue let out a low rumble of a growl. My youngest instantly reacted and let her go, crying that Flower was mad at her. LOL I said well honey this is a living creature who has feelings too and you can't treat them like that and not expect to make them mad. Everytime the kids pushed it with her we would repeat the routine and on cue every time I gave her permission she would growl but never until then and never followed through with a scratch or a bite. She trusted me to make the girls respect her.
On cue of the alarm she would come in and wake me up and then follow me to the girls room to help me wake them up with purrs and kisses for them. Flower would hop up in the bow window to watch them get on the bus and would be there waiting when they got off the bus. If they were outside she stuck to them like a little mother and watched them closely. She always alerted me when she thought they were to far off the property by meowing out. As they got older I had to reasure her they were just going for a walk and it was ok for them to go. She would wait for them, watching them walk until they came back......she never left the property herself.
Flower had a few litters of kittens in her time and proved to be an excellent little mother. I would clean out a dresser drawer for her and let her have that for birthing and until her kittens were old enough to wander. When labor hit though she would not deliver unless I was there, talking softly to her and encouraging her. One time mid contraction she literally tried to follow me when I left the room. So to prevent her hurting herself I placed her back in the drawer and stayed with her. After the last litter I had her fixed as she had difficulties. Most cats will hide their babies and not allow you near them but Flower allowed us to visit with them knowing that I would never allow the girls to hurt them, and that I would respect her when she showed signs that it was time for us to go. Again never getting agressive with the girls.
As tame and docile as she was with us she was a keen hunter. The mice never lasted long in our country home, she would let me know we had one in the home, I would leave the bottom cupboards open for her and by morning she had it caught and left as a present for me to find. Now this was not the only present she has brought me. Rabbits, birds, a baby possum.......she has brought them all to me. My oldest would get so mad at her for killing things but I would chuckle and say honey that is how she tells us she loves us. But Flower was a smart cat and knew it upset her and started to make sure she never saw her presents to the family. One time I was doing dishes and from my peripheal vision saw movement behind me. I turned and looked to see Flower with a live bird still flapping its wings in her mouth. I said Flower I love you too but get that thing out of my home. She happily pranced out the door and disposed it. Her last catch was a couple months ago, someones pet mouse had gotten out in the building I live in and it made its way to our place only to meet its ending. Once again leaving us a gift. Sorry but mice are not pets and if they make their way into my home its fair game.
When we had dogs she loved to get them in trouble, jumping up to the counters and knocking things down to them so they would get in trouble for getting into things. The dogs were dumb enough to follow her around waiting for her to give them things. She loved my lab though and would sneak up to him when he was sleeping and rub herself on him and try to snuggle up and sleep with him. But my lab was a bit of a loner and would move away from her.
When I moved back to town I gave the dogs to a family in the country. My girls were waiting anxiously the night I snuck home and filled the car up thinking they were never going to see their pets again. They knew I was giving the dogs away. I loaded the car up and their she was my Flower looking at me. I couldn't leave her behind and scooped her up. When I brought her into the girls, they cried in happiness that I was able to bring her to them. She boarded at my mothers for a month while I was in shelter with the girls. Once I had my own place we brought her home.
She has always been a people person, loved them, purred and greeted them at the door. Loved to be petted and paid attention too and listen to them telling her how tiny and sweet she was.
Lately her age is showing and she has slowed down. Last week it was looking like we were going to lose her as she wouldn't eat, couldn't walk and wasn't even responding to us in the same way. I think she had a stroke of some sort as she has lost her balance in her back end. Still the sweet natured little thing she didn't go and hide from us, she didn't growl, hiss or become miserable like animals due when they are sick. Flower still remained as loving and gentle as ever. She seems to be coming out of it although still showing loss of balance. Flower is now eating again and meowing for attention. My two year old niece was able to approach her and pet her yesterday and Flower as always nudged her hand giving her permission to pet her. Even though she stood there teetering and vulnerable. I know her time is short with us but she has proven to be a wonderful pet, a great companion, my co-parent, my baby, my little Flower.