Today is the individual story of Famine:
You know Famine’s initial story with War from yesterday (the garlic production line and all that). Here is her individual story...
Famine was precious, and she knew it. She was their "Nermal, the world's cutest kitten." She weighed 8 ounces the first time the vet saw her. When they bottle fed her and War, she would finish off the formula and quickly became quite rotund (hence the name). She got up to 14 pounds eventually. They figured she was getting ready for the next famine. When she ran, she looked like a fuzzy black bowling ball with legs. But cute. Always cute. Unlike the other cats, she would have been happy in a fourth storey apartment, never going outside.
She was a natural indoor cat. She did catch a mouse. Once. And let it go again (Ann had to catch it). But they used to say she couldn't catch a mouse in a bathtub. She hated water. If Ann snapped her hands after washing, Famine would cry if a drop got on her.
She hated to be picked up, but would hop in your lap if you sat down. While the other cats were wary of strangers, Famine was convinced anyone who came to visit came to visit her.
When Ann and Dan made their king sized bed, Famine would "help." At the end, she would hop up on the bed. One of them would wiggle their fingers and she would come to them. That person would pet her. Then, on the other side of the bed, the other person would wiggle their fingers and Famine would run across the bed to get pet by them. Back and forth, back and forth. They got tired of it before she did. It was the most exercise she ever got. Then would put a towel on the bed for her to sleep on. Like many cats, she'd sleep on anything on the bed. Ann and Dan used to tease each other by moving the towel to the other person's side of the bed!
She loved to lick Ann’s hands--it drove Ann crazy--and wiggled if Ann pet her. They decided she was a puppy in a previous life.
On one Friday, Famine hopped up on Ann’s chair as usual. Sadly, on Saturday morning she was walking like a drunken sailor. Ann took her to the vet's when she went to pick up the deceased War, who had been kept overnight.
Her nicknames were “Precious” and “Paperweight”.
Famine died Monday, July 12, 2010, a little less than 24 hours after her brother War.
Losing both in 2 days was very hard for Ann and Dan, but appropriate in a way. War and Famine came into the world at the same time, went through the same garlic line production tribulations as young kittens, lived together in their Forever Home together, and went over The Bridge almost together. Their threads of life were spun together and cut together. They were together from beginning to end for 16+ years...
AYLA and IZA: We wanna add a total “Paws Up” for Plague, Pestilence, War, and Famine for their great lives. And for Ann and Dan for giving them such a good Forever Home. We jus KNOW that when annykitty meets them over The Rainbow Bridge that they will all be romping around together! Find one and you'll find them all!