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Electric Dreamz' Pets

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"A Tribute to the Cat"

~ Buddy Bear's Cats' World ~ A Photo Album ~

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Here we will take a look at the furchildren who own, or have in years past owned, the young Lady who uses the pen name "Electric Dreamz". This Lady is special to me because she is my Daughter.

Most of the little ones you'll see here were hand raised by Electric from just a few hours of age. Others were taken in from the outside. All were rescues, and all are now happily in residence in their forever home with Electric, her three daughters and her husband.

These little ones are my "Grandpets."

The Cats' World Forum

We got him in May of 2001, I believe. It was just before Dad got Buddy Bear, actually. I wish I could find my calendar that has it all on there. The girls and I were going to Wal-Mart and there was a woman who I worked with in a local factory standing outside trying to give away all these kittens. Most of them were sick. The cage was small and they were covered in their own feces. It was a horrible sight. I was looking at them, feeling so sorry for them when I heard the woman discussing with her son that those that did not get taken to new homes would be drowned in the creek behind their house. These were kittens just barely weaned!

The girls and I were done shopping when we looked them over and I sat down the huge package of paper towels I had just purchased and sat Brittney on the bag and her little sister beside her, chose little Fluffy from the few that were left and asked the woman I worked with to watch over them for a moment. I went back into Wally and purchased the necessities for a cat, as we had nothing but an old dog at the time, and I took Fluffy home. I nearly took two of them home, however, I feared that William would be so angry that I had brought Fluffy home.

William fell for him easily and this tiny little fluff ball turned into a huge twenty-two pound King of the Castle. He is a big baby. His favourite thing is to leap into my lap and lower his head like a ramming beast, slamming the top of his head onto my lips until I make a kissing sound. Then he will busy himself bathing my chin (ugh..not my favourite thing, but when a 22 lb cat decides to bathe you, you don’t argue too much.) If I cry out in play with the girls or pretend to cry…or even cry for that matter, he is there to make things better and beat the crap out of whatever or whoever is harming me. He is my baby and I love him with all my heart.

This was the second in the brood. William came rushing in the next year…in July actually. He asked me to come outside for a moment that he heard something and needed my help. We went around to his huge shop and I started to listen. It didn’t take long for me to hear the weak mewing of a kitten. It was a pitiful cry of a small kitten, that was obvious. It took us about five minutes to find her. She was pulling herself up a board in the back of a truck full of things ready to be taken to the junkyard. She was wet, with streaks of blood on her and her umbilical cord drug beneath her. She couldn’t have been more than an hour or two old! I looked in and found what was left of the other kittens, all ripped apart. She was alone and abandoned and going to die, nonetheless, she was battling to be saved. I reached in and picked her up. It was a hot July day and she was ice cold. I bundled her in my shirt and raced to the house for a blanket.

Then we went to the local Farm and Home for a bottle, some milk, and all the hope we could give her. I fed her every two hours, helped her potty, cleaned her and cuddled her. I didn’t think she would live, but here she is! She is sweet and spoiled and by far the smallest kitten that we have, barely six pounds. She is the Lady of the house, and she rules with an iron paw. She takes no crap from them as she was badly bullied by Fluffy as a kitten, no matter how hard I tried to stop it. She does have her favourites, though and they can do no wrong in her eyes. This is William’s cat, as he took care of her from the moment he got home until the moment he left. She adores him. The most interesting thing about her is the fact she has a “target” on each side like a bull’s-eye; one side is blonde the other black. She owns us and raised us well.