Whiskers died March 2007 due to the petfood recall (you can read his story at The Last Meow) and we were all very lonely without him. I had talked to a lady who was working to rescue feral/abandoned cats. Many of which were homeless due to Katrina. They had been trying to trap Scylla & Charybdis' Mother before she gave birth but due to lack of foster homes were unable to do so. They were now waiting for her to bring the kittens to eat as they couldn't find them. Then they found the Mother Cat dead ................... a search turned up four surviving kittens. I took two and another lady fostered the other two.
Scylla was very protective of Charybdis and stood guard over he while she slept. Shortly after we brought the kittens home we discovered that Charybdis had an abscess on her neck that was infected, after she recovered from that the kitten that slept all the time morphed into the kitten that wanted to PLAY, PLAY, PLAY constantly. She also tried to eat the kitty litter, which made litter training a challenge and pulled the nipples right out of the baby bottles when we tried to feed her.
Her nicknames were Kitty Bad, Wild Thing and Charyb. She loved playing fetch with this little soccer bean bag we have and she adored her pink mousie (we buried her with her pink mousie in The Butterfly Garden).
She loved being outside in the Butterfly Garden and she always came when called meowing loudly the whole time to let us know she was COMING!!!!!! I called her my Gossip Girl as she was very chatty and sounded as if she was telling you about her day. When she was in the house she followed me from room to room just waiting for me to sit down so she could have some lap time. Most often nestled in the crook of my arm like a baby, My Baby. How do I say goodbye to her?
Mommy will always love you. ~Alasandra