Thank you so much, Nala, for sharing Cozette s story with us. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and feel like I now know your special kitty. I ll bet she sMessage 1 of 2 , Jun 3, 2007View SourceThank you so much, Nala, for sharing Cozette's story with us. I
thoroughly enjoyed reading it and feel like I now know your special
kitty. I'll bet she's still chasing butterflies and ignoring the "No"
word but that probably is no longer spoken.
Carole,Saylor (HCM), Menifee and Mistoffelees
Absolutely adorable, thank you for sharing. It is cathartic for us too. Amanda ... _____________________________________________________________________Message 1 of 2 , Jun 3, 2007View SourceAbsolutely adorable, thank you for sharing. It is cathartic for us
> At Thanksgiving I wrote something that seems_____________________________________________________________________
> appropriate once again, so I include it here.
> Following that is a story of Cozette's life. It was
> cathartic for me to write it and would be pleased to
> share it with you.
> Thank you all so very much.
> Nala with Camille and Angel Cozette
> What I Am Thankful For
> I am thankful for all of the heart kitties who are
> here: they have given me the gift of hope.
> I am thankful for all of the heart kitties who are no
> longer here: they have given me the gift of
> I am thankful for my kitties: they have given me the
> gifts of patience and love.
> I am thankful for my tears: they have given me the
> gift of humanity.
> I am thankful for my laughter: it has given me the
> gift of community.
> I am thankful for all of you: you have given me the
> gifts of support, kindness, and education.
> Cozette's Story
> Sarah, a tortie-point Himalayan, was both sick and
> pregnant. The overflowing shelter didn't have room
> for the cat that was left abandoned in an apartment .
> At the last moment, Sarah was plucked from the shelter
> by a couple in Kansas City.
> Soon it was time for Sarah to deliver her kittens, but
> Sarah was too sick to push. Her new human mom helped
> her deliver her litter. She also helped several of
> the newborns to take their first breath of air.
> Cozette was born August 30, 2000, one of five
> beautiful kitties. Two were girls: Cozette, a
> tortoiseshell with white chest, tummy and paws; and
> Camille, a torbie with the markings of both a brown
> and an orange tabby. Three were boys: Baron, an
> orange and cream classic tabby; Cousteau a brown
> mackerel tabby; and Pepe a black and white tuxedo.
> Sarah was too ill to care for her babies, so they were
> hand fed until they were able to eat solid food.
> After their inauspicious start, the kittens thrived
> and soon were ready for adoption. Cozette was the
> tiniest of the litter and perhaps, paradoxically, the
> most active. She was a kitten on the move. She had
> places to go and things to do, learning to run before
> she ever managed to walk. Her baby pictures are
> little more than an orange white and black blur. She
> was always off exploring things, into everything and
> every new object she found became her favorite new
> toy, at least for the moment. She could entertain
> herself for hours playing and running away, with her
> sister Camille trying to tag along. These two girls
> didn't have any time for the boys.
> I adopted Cozette and Camille just before
> Thanksgiving 2000. It was the perfect time. I was
> spending a lot of time at home writing rather than
> working long hours in the laboratory. Camille and
> Cozette would be my constant companions as I spent
> hour after hour writing my Ph.D. dissertation.
> I had so carefully prepared for the kitties. I had
> visited and interviewed several vets. I had purchased
> brushes, combs, litter boxes, food bowls. The
> electrical outlets were blocked off, there were new
> kitty beds, soft fleece blankets. . . I had blocked
> off all the small spaces that I could find for fear
> that they might squeeze into a tight spot and not be
> able to get back out . . . .
> Within the first hour of releasing these little
> fur-balls into the main room of my small apartment,
> Cozette disappeared. I looked and looked for her, but
> she was lost. How could I have lost her? She only
> just got here! I checked all the closets, cabinets,
> and under all the furniture. I checked the sinks, the
> bathtub, the bookshelves. Where could a little kitty
> fit? Did she manage to get into the hotel-style
> heating/AC unit? Was there a hole in the floor under
> the unit allowing access to the crawl space?. . .
> After about 2 hours of frantic searching, the little
> baby kitty Cozette miraculously appeared, calmly
> stretching as she crawled out from under the bed. . .
> But I had checked under the bed!! Cozette had torn
> a small hole in the box spring covering and had
> crawled up into the box springs! And so it began.
> What a mischevious little kitty-girl!!!
> Over the ensuing days, weeks and months Camille and
> Cozette spent endless hours on or under my computer
> monitor as I wrote. They spent time editing my work
> by using their little paws on my keyboard, and helping
> me sort through countless research articles and stacks
> of primary data. Of course, our workdays were
> punctuated with breaks for playing! At that time
> Cozette's favorite plaything, other than any newly
> found object, was a feather. She would spend hours,
> quite literally, tossing the feather in the air,
> catching it in her mouth, pawing at it and chasing it.
> Eventually the feather was replaced by a new favorite
> toy, a fishing-pole toy with a pink sparkle ball and
> brightly colored feathers on the end of an soft,
> iridescent piece of twine. I would play with Cozette
> with these toys and toss a sparkle ball for Camille
> who was very adept at playing "fetch" when she wasn't
> busy attacking her cat-dancer toy.
> Cozette during this time learned that she liked to
> drink water from the sink and bathtub. She learned
> that she loved to jump on my back whenever I bent over
> to pick something up. She learned that she liked to
> share my pillow with me. I learned that she did not
> want to be petted unless it was of her own asking. I
> learned that she was very independent. I learned that
> she would be everywhere and into everything all the
> time. I learned that she didn't like to sleep - she
> would miss too much. The smallest noise or movement
> would cause her to wake and send her on the move
> again. These traits she kept her whole life.
> When the kitties were nine months old, we moved to CO.
> My kitties had never been alone for more than several
> hours at a time; therefore, I scheduled my first
> several weeks of work to be part-time. They did very
> well in their new environment. Cozette became known
> as "running-jumping-monkey-kitty" because she was
> always running, jumping and meowing at things. She
> had the energy of 10 kittens and would play and play
> and play until she was completely exhausted. Camille
> on the other hand became known as "lazy-butt." She
> would flop from side to side grabbing at toys such
> that one would think her rear-end was glued to the
> Our first home in Colorado was a studio apartment
> overflowing with two people and two kitties. At
> night, Cozette would climb the window screen trying to
> get at the moths fluttering about in the early summer.
> During the day, she would lie in wait for the postal
> carrier. She growled at him as he plunked the mail in
> the postal box just outside "her" window.
> Our second home in Colorado, was directly behind the
> loading dock of a large grocery store. Cozette would
> jump into the window seat as she loved to watch the
> trucks come and go. They would back down a loading
> ramp and seemingly disappear, only to reemerge at a
> later time. She also loved to watch two families of
> Kestrels that nested outside the "her" window. She
> was fascinated by the birds as well as their prey -
> mostly mice and other small birds.
> Our third home in Colorado was surrounded by grass and
> trees. Raccoons, skunks, squirrels and other cats
> visited daily. She loved running up and down the
> stairs of the townhouse apartment. She loved jumping
> in the windowsill before the window had been fully
> opened. She followed me around like a little puppy
> dog - always wanting to know what I was doing and
> keeping careful watch.
> Cozette was a very engaging and direct cat. She made
> eye contact when I talked to her or called her name.
> However, even though she clearly new her name, she
> would rarely come when called. If called, she would
> wait to see whether her sister got a treat for coming,
> and then and only then would she approach. Cozette
> would walk directly over anything or anyone positioned
> between her and whatever it was that she desired. In
> contrast, Camille went out of her way to avoid
> stepping on things and people as she headed toward her
> Cozette was a very smart kitty. In one of her never
> ending quests to catch a bug, she would climb right up
> a person as though the person were a ladder for her.
> She would run upstairs to the second story to continue
> to watch an animal outside because she knew she could
> get a better perspective and view the animal longer
> from a greater height. She learned several words.
> Her own name, her sister's name, food, treat, play,
> string, water, and outside. She also knew a few
> phrases like "drink water" "brush teeth" "spider toy"
> and "show me." There were other words that I am
> certain she understood, but chose to ignore,
> particularly NO.
> Cozette was a very playful kitty. She would play for
> as long as you would play with her and if she wanted
> to play more, she would go to her basket of toys, pick
> out one of her favorites, usually a yellow sparkle
> ball with irridescent fibers and white pipecleaner
> legs (her most favorite "spider toy"), and would throw
> it in the air and chase it for up to an hour at a
> time. But her favorite interactive toy remained her
> fishing pole toy.
> Cozette was also a very skittish kitty - but at the
> same time very brave. If the doorbell rang, she ran
> away and hid under the bed, but at the same time, she
> was the first one to greet new visitors and walk on
> them. When the coyotes would howl, she would squish
> down, her pupils would dilate and she would look me in
> the face to see how I was reacting. I would tell her
> it was OK and she would settle down.
> Cozette was full of contradictions. Once when
> visiting my mother, she was purring and purring while
> being petted - but at the same time she hissed at one
> of her littermates as they dashed by. My mom
> declared, "Kitty, you can't purr and hiss at the same
> time." But she could. And she did.
> Sometime between the age of 3.5 and 4.5 a heart murmur
> was detected. She had no other symptoms except for a
> rapid heart rate - which she had had since birth. At
> the age of 5.5 she was diagnosed with hypertrophic
> obstructive cardiomyopathy. Before her seventh
> birthday, this dreadful disease stole her from me.
> But through it all, with the exception of a time of
> acute renal failure, she was so alert, so engaging,
> still very kittenish as her heart would allow. She
> watched everything around her inside and outside from
> one of her window perches or from on top of the
> freezer. She meowed and pawed at the front door,
> asking me to take her outside to watch the birds,
> stalk the bugs and rest in the shade with a cool
> breeze blowing across her face and fur. How typical
> for this girl who was always "her own cat."
> Sometimes, I have to think that the reason for her
> being so very active was that her life would be short.
> She was my little kitty with the little white paws.
> She was my half-and-half kitty, my Halloween kitty, my
> Cozetti-Spaghetti, my little baby kitty Cozette.
> - Nala
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