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Past: Buffy | Chipper | Holly | Jonas | KittyCat | Marble 
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Mitzi

Mitzi with kitten Mickey

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Mitzi had actually belonged to a neighbor down the road and lived in their barn in the middle 70's. When she became pregnant, she took off to live in a brush pile in the woods behind Nan's parents. Enter the pet freaks - that's us. After the kitten was born Mitzi (unnamed at the time and about a year old) would come out for food and allow herself to be petted, but would always retreat back to the kitten who wasn't allowed out. Mom, Nan, Lyn, Matt and I all spent much time trying to coax either or both of them out. We gave up long enough to go on our Adirondack vacation and then resumed the chase and we were finally successful! The kitten was enticed out and Mitzi followed and was captured. The kitten, all yellow, was named Mickey and Mitzi was of course named Mitzi.

In an attempt to ease the transition to living with us we put them in the garage. Big, big, mistake! Mitzi hid (with Mickey) under the riding mower - dirty and greasy. So, we brought them in the house. Marble was fine, Chip barked (gee, there's a surprise) and Mitzi adopted the area behind the living room couch as home. Once we got Chipper calmed down, the cats came out and then were quickly assimilated as part of the menagerie. Mitzi soon became the ruler of the household.

When KittyCat came to live with us in 1986, there was some friction between the two, but an uneasy truce was maintained, largely by Fred who was very attached to Mitzi and took her side. Much of her time was spent sleeping on Fred's chest whenever the opportunity arose, meaning anytime Fred would sit or lie down. It was Mitzi who demanded the enclosed pen in the front yard with the cat door out of our bedroom. Lord, are cats ever bossy! In the early 90's Mitzi was treated for congestive heart failure and kept on medication that actually allowed her to get around and basically act like a cat. One evening in the fall of 1994 there was just too much excitement and barking, Mitzi was apparently startled awake by the barking and suffered a fatal heart attack. We grieved.

12/2005