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black and white cats (tuxedos)

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We found Nestor screaming in a bird nest up in a tree in the total darkness right before a storm.

He was FIVE weeks old according to the vet. (How did he get up there?)

Nestor is a tuxie. Louis was about to go to Heaven and I believe that God had it planned. Louis was also a rescued tuxie. He is buried on our property and I can go talk to him.


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I also have a black and white cat. I rescued her from someone who was going to take her to the animal shelter just before Christmas because she couldn't stop her brat from pulling her about. She had taken her from another woman who couldn't stop her brat from kicking her. She was terrified of feet when I first got her; it was weeks before she came out from under my bed.

I have a tortoiseshell as well who is another story.
Doglover said:
I also have a black and white cat. I rescued her from someone who was going to take her to the animal shelter just before Christmas because she couldn't stop her brat from pulling her about. She had taken her from another woman who couldn't stop her brat from kicking her. She was terrified of feet when I first got her; it was weeks before she came out from under my bed.

I have a tortoiseshell as well who is another story.
haha. We also have a tortie, Minerva. She was skin and bones when we took her in.
She's a little overweight now.

Thanks for helping them. :)

You remind me of my sister.
My toirtoiseshell, Betsy, I took from my friend's daughter. Her husband bought her a kitten but he hates cats so he kept throwing her out. She couldn't stop her kids from pulling her about so she scratched them, so she kept throwing her out. They set the cat flap so she could get out but not in, because she brought mice in!

Basically, she was being fed and that was it. She had no human contact at all and was quite feral. Now she's a chubby little puss who likes a cuddle.
A very ancient stray Tuxedo cat called Sooty lived with us on and off for the last few years. He had 3 houses he went to but  spent most of his time at ours. He had been a stray most of his long life. I knew the lady who took him in as a grown cat some 13 years ago. She died and he was made a stray again. That's when we saw him hanging around, looking pretty rough, and started feeding him and letting him stay the night if he wanted to. He was the terror of the mouse population, which was great. Sadly about 6 weeks ago, we found out he had cancer and he had to be PTS. I miss him, he was a calming influence amidst all the craziness right now.
Great story about your tuxedo cat. Who knows how he got up into the tree. But you found him, and that's the important part.


<---  as you can see, I have a tuxedo also.  You'd think that tuxedos would all be male, but I guess Mother Nature is a believer in gender equality and thus females can wear tuxedos too.  8)  (After all, look at penguins... they all wear tuxedos.)

Kittens will do all sorts of things, especially when afraid.  Last year I kept hearing a tiny "mew," while I was in the house watching TV.  After an hour or so of frustrated looking, I discovered the sound was coming from under the hood of my son's car.  I could hear the kitten, but not see it.  Apparently someone in the neighborhood had a litter of kittens, and I don't know how, but one made it's way to my yard and for whatever reason, climbed into the engine compartment of the car.  It took an hour of coaxing (and stinky cat food) for the cat to crawl out and another 30 minutes of chasing for me to lure it so I could make a capture.  It was a bit older than the one in the OP, maybe six or seven weeks, but still tiny.  Unfortunately, my avatar kitty was not in the least motherly or interested in having a companion, so after keeping the kitten for a day and a half I found him a home.

Long story short, kittens can climb trees and into engines when frightened.

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It sounds like all of these cats were much happier once they found you nice writers.  Going from birdhouses and out of control kid's feet to the nice quiet life  :D

We've got a tuxedo (I just learned that phrase from this thread, but now I'm gonna use it for sure) and he just showed in up our barn/workshop one day.  He's a very ridiculous cat.  He got the name Velcro because when you try to put him down he scrambles to stick his claws in your shirt so you have to cuddle him more.


I have a strange cat story, true but strange (I think).

Years ago, my daughter found a tabby cat in a phone box. She brought her home and our ginger tom would have nothing to do with her. Then she gave birth to six kittens, only two of which lived. Now, one morning she came home from wherever, paralysed from the waist down. The vet said she had a fang mark in her spine and it was bruised so to let her rest and it would clear up on its own.

I put her in the garden in the sun which I thought might speed up the process, but the kittens kept trying to make her play. My ginger Tom, who had ignore these cats all this time, positioned himself in front of her and every time the kittens came near, he batted them out of the way with his paw.

Animals are incredible.
NikOK said:
It sounds like all of these cats were much happier once they found you nice writers. Going from birdhouses and out of control kid's feet to the nice quiet life :D

We've got a tuxedo (I just learned that phrase from this thread, but now I'm gonna use it for sure) and he just showed in up our barn/workshop one day. He's a very ridiculous cat. He got the name Velcro because when you try to put him down he scrambles to stick his claws in your shirt so you have to cuddle him more.
We don't call them tuxedo in England, but then we don't call dinner suits tuxedos either. That's one of those American words.
ooh a kitty thread. Sign me up!  ;D

I've had cats around me all my life. We did have a black and white cat once. Her name was Oreo. Oreo was the companion of an elderly woman, and when the elderly woman passed away, we inherited her. She was very sweet, and sleepy. But she was long haired, and so her hair got everywhere. Oreo was the very first cat that my mother allowed to live inside.

Right now we have 2 1/2 cats. Patches is a tortie that mom stole from her mother after luring her in with cat food. The mother was a stray that we'd been feeding for about six months or so before she suddenly showed up with 2 kittens. Patches, and an orange tabby. We weren't able to get close enough to rescue either of them.

Patches used to be a very outdoorsy cat. We kept her in until she was old enough to be spayed, and as soon as she was allowed outside, she'd stay out there as long as possible. Unless it was windy or rainy, and then she'd come inside to nap. I took care of her as a baby, and she used to loved to sleep in my windows. Then once she got outside she only cared for me as her playmate. She decided mom was her person. Although she did piss on my bed all the time. She would not pee in her box, only poo.

When she was around a year old, a neighbor boy brought this tiny, scrawny, mewling little male over who smelly, dirty, and crawling with fleas. The boys family had dogs and found the baby kitty crying in their yard. I did not want a second cat and was not pleased to see him at all, at first. When we gave him a bath, he looked like a drowned rat, the poor dear.
But he was really smart, and learned to use his box super quickly. And he was super cuddly, and now he is my cat.

He used to be an indoors-almost-all-the-time cat, and he'd sleep on my bed, in my window, and on me a lot. Patches hated him the moment she saw him and would growl and hiss. It didn't help that Smokey loves to chase and jump on her. Patches has gotten used to him now. Sometimes she still grows and runs away, but occasionally they will play together, or you'll see them just sitting, sharing the same space.

A few months ago, we had to move across the ocean, so both cats got their first airplane ride. It was not a fun day. But they are now settled into their new house and have both developed different personalities. Patches has forgiven me, and doesn't hate me anymore. Although I still can't touch her, most of the time. But she is now the indoors-most-of-the-time kitty, and Smokey disappears all day and sometimes doesn't come home until after dark. I think he'll be in more once he experiences his first winter though. They are both Hawaii cats, and we are now in Idaho.

We also have a very fluffy stray cat that runs anytime we move or get near it, but it comes in and scarfs down food when it thinks we're asleep. I call it Fluffytina. 
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