Daily Prompt ~ S is for Sassy

Sassy

I must admit to being called sassy more than once in my life, but my attitude and mouth control has grown up as I have.  Sometimes a smart ass comment will still escape but thats what makes life more interesting!

When I was 15, almost 16, I was in my first foster home.  It was a new, slightly terrifying experience but again I did what I had been taught about survival skills and made the most of it.  There I was allowed my first true pet.  I had had other pets but they were family cats and never "mine".  I was allowed a kitten, and found an adorable long hair tuxedo baby girl that I named Sassy.  It was cool having an animal that loved me back, especially in that time when I felt like I had no one.  Sadly not knowing anything about the Foster care system, I was moved fairly quickly and the new foster parents would not allow me to bring a cat.  I found a good home for her, but still remember her as MY first pet.  Ironically many years later the girl that I had given her too came into the restaurant I was working at and remembered me.  She actually had pics of Sassy with her and she had grown into a beautiful adult cat.  I was glad I made the right choice.

I have had many cats since then.  Only a few made have made the special place in my heart, above and beyond the normal love of a pet.  Sassy of course bc she was the first pet who was mine and loved me, Riff, just bc he was awesome, Pepper whom we had for years and was just a great family cat, I think he was mostly Lenee's cat as he grew, they had a special bond.  The last few pussycats on my list are Puppy and of course Gizmo and Lola.  Puppy picked me.  I still get a little sad when I think of him and miss him terribly.  He was so sweet and so smart.  He loved to lick your nose to say hello.  So sweet.    Gizmo and Lola were given to Mike and I after Puppy was hit by a car.  When Mike and I broke up, I got custody of the cats.  We didn't want to seperate them as they were brother and sister and had never been apart.  Last year I came home to find Gizzy paralyzed from the groin down.  I (of course) freaked out and got him to a vet within 10 min.  Sadly he had congestive heart failure and it was a blood clot that had traveled and paralyzed him.  I said a very tearful goodbye and had him put down 3-16-12.  Now I just have Lola.  She is bi-polar, scratched almost everyone at least once but is becoming more and more of a lovie cat.  I think she likes it being just her and I.  She really has become nicer to everyone now that its just her.  She has a basket full of toys and her own  little kitty tower, scratching post.   With just a look I know when she wants a hug or some other form of attention.  At night, no matter where she is, as soon as the light is off she jumps on the bed to tell me goodnight.  I love her!!