Cats, by nature are curious, and Lincoln was very curious as well as a smart boy. One of my house mate's cat had recently gone to "Rainbow Bridge". The cat lover in her wanted another cat. I stopped by my veterinary's clinic to inquire about any cats they may have for adoption. That very morning the vet was taking a daily walk when the gray cat began to follow. The vet took him to the clinic that very morning (see how smart he was) and he was destined to become my friend's cat.
Once he arrived at his new home he became quite comfortable in his new surroundings. He was a very active fellow, playing soccer, chasing fake mice around the house, batting most any thing that was thrown in his direction, always busy. If for any reason the step ladder was out he would climb to the very top, once I used the ladder to get into the attic. As I turned around he had jumped about three feet from the top of the ladder to join me. Putting together any thing and he was in the middle of the project. As an example we were putting a new computer desk together and he thought he could help by moving the pieces where he wanted them. Any project that was happening he was really happy to help.
Being extremely curious he would climb on furniture, behind furniture, over bookshelves, under beds, any place he could explore. A friend was visiting and we discovered he was also a cat burglar that was curious, he put his head into her purse and popped out and began to run with something in his mouth, taking chase we found that he had taken a gold necklace. He was heading toward his hiding place.
He, also, was a very smart guy. When his cat brother, Benson (1992-2004), became part of the house hold, Lincoln taught him two step cleaning so that he could groom his face and ears. One time he rolled his ball under the stove and walked away. We thought he was unable to get and decided to do some thing else, we got a yard stick and on our tummies on the kitchen floor were trying to retrieve it Mr. Lincoln walked by and watched briefly proceeded to go behind the stove and walked out with the ball in his mouth. (Did we get a laugh out of that?)
Eleanor (1993-2008) joined the cat family and Lincoln thought she was the cat's meow. He quickly became her protector soon to realize that she would be the dominate animal of the household.
He got along quiet well with the dogs in the house, Stray and Maggie.
One of his favorite places to take a nap, next to the bed, was in my grannie's, Maude Lurlene Cates, rocker - we always said he was sitting in grannie's lap.
When my friend bought a new home he went to live with her, but he was not a happy boy (we think he missed the other animals) so he returned to live with me, but I always will think that he was her cat.
As a footnote toward the end, he and my dog were best friends. When Lincoln went to "The Rainbow Bridge" the dog,
Duncan . grieved for him as much as I did.
He liked to cuddle and run his motor. Lincoln was an independent soul, full of fun and laughs.
He is missed.
Once he arrived at his new home he became quite comfortable in his new surroundings. He was a very active fellow, playing soccer, chasing fake mice around the house, batting most any thing that was thrown in his direction, always busy. If for any reason the step ladder was out he would climb to the very top, once I used the ladder to get into the attic. As I turned around he had jumped about three feet from the top of the ladder to join me. Putting together any thing and he was in the middle of the project. As an example we were putting a new computer desk together and he thought he could help by moving the pieces where he wanted them. Any project that was happening he was really happy to help.
Being extremely curious he would climb on furniture, behind furniture, over bookshelves, under beds, any place he could explore. A friend was visiting and we discovered he was also a cat burglar that was curious, he put his head into her purse and popped out and began to run with something in his mouth, taking chase we found that he had taken a gold necklace. He was heading toward his hiding place.
He, also, was a very smart guy. When his cat brother, Benson (1992-2004), became part of the house hold, Lincoln taught him two step cleaning so that he could groom his face and ears. One time he rolled his ball under the stove and walked away. We thought he was unable to get and decided to do some thing else, we got a yard stick and on our tummies on the kitchen floor were trying to retrieve it Mr. Lincoln walked by and watched briefly proceeded to go behind the stove and walked out with the ball in his mouth. (Did we get a laugh out of that?)
Eleanor (1993-2008) joined the cat family and Lincoln thought she was the cat's meow. He quickly became her protector soon to realize that she would be the dominate animal of the household.
He got along quiet well with the dogs in the house, Stray and Maggie.
One of his favorite places to take a nap, next to the bed, was in my grannie's, Maude Lurlene Cates, rocker - we always said he was sitting in grannie's lap.
When my friend bought a new home he went to live with her, but he was not a happy boy (we think he missed the other animals) so he returned to live with me, but I always will think that he was her cat.
As a footnote toward the end, he and my dog were best friends. When Lincoln went to "The Rainbow Bridge" the dog,
Duncan . grieved for him as much as I did.
He liked to cuddle and run his motor. Lincoln was an independent soul, full of fun and laughs.
He is missed.
Cats, by nature are curious, and Lincoln was very curious as well as a smart boy. One of my house mate's cat had recently gone to "Rainbow Bridge". The cat lover in her wanted another cat. I stopped by my veterinary's clinic to inquire about any cats they may have for adoption. That very morning the vet was taking a daily walk when the gray cat began to follow. The vet took him to the clinic that very morning (see how smart he was) and he was destined to become my friend's cat.
Once he arrived at his new home he became quite comfortable in his new surroundings. He was a very active fellow, playing soccer, chasing fake mice around the house, batting most any thing that was thrown in his direction, always busy. If for any reason the step ladder was out he would climb to the very top, once I used the ladder to get into the attic. As I turned around he had jumped about three feet from the top of the ladder to join me. Putting together any thing and he was in the middle of the project. As an example we were putting a new computer desk together and he thought he could help by moving the pieces where he wanted them. Any project that was happening he was really happy to help.
Being extremely curious he would climb on furniture, behind furniture, over bookshelves, under beds, any place he could explore. A friend was visiting and we discovered he was also a cat burglar that was curious, he put his head into her purse and popped out and began to run with something in his mouth, taking chase we found that he had taken a gold necklace. He was heading toward his hiding place.
He, also, was a very smart guy. When his cat brother, Benson (1992-2004), became part of the house hold, Lincoln taught him two step cleaning so that he could groom his face and ears. One time he rolled his ball under the stove and walked away. We thought he was unable to get and decided to do some thing else, we got a yard stick and on our tummies on the kitchen floor were trying to retrieve it Mr. Lincoln walked by and watched briefly proceeded to go behind the stove and walked out with the ball in his mouth. (Did we get a laugh out of that?)
Eleanor (1993-2008) joined the cat family and Lincoln thought she was the cat's meow. He quickly became her protector soon to realize that she would be the dominate animal of the household.
He got along quiet well with the dogs in the house, Stray and Maggie.
One of his favorite places to take a nap, next to the bed, was in my grannie's, Maude Lurlene Cates, rocker - we always said he was sitting in grannie's lap.
When my friend bought a new home he went to live with her, but he was not a happy boy (we think he missed the other animals) so he returned to live with me, but I always will think that he was her cat.
As a footnote toward the end, he and my dog were best friends. When Lincoln went to "The Rainbow Bridge" the dog,
Duncan . grieved for him as much as I did.
He liked to cuddle and run his motor. Lincoln was an independent soul, full of fun and laughs.
He is missed.
Once he arrived at his new home he became quite comfortable in his new surroundings. He was a very active fellow, playing soccer, chasing fake mice around the house, batting most any thing that was thrown in his direction, always busy. If for any reason the step ladder was out he would climb to the very top, once I used the ladder to get into the attic. As I turned around he had jumped about three feet from the top of the ladder to join me. Putting together any thing and he was in the middle of the project. As an example we were putting a new computer desk together and he thought he could help by moving the pieces where he wanted them. Any project that was happening he was really happy to help.
Being extremely curious he would climb on furniture, behind furniture, over bookshelves, under beds, any place he could explore. A friend was visiting and we discovered he was also a cat burglar that was curious, he put his head into her purse and popped out and began to run with something in his mouth, taking chase we found that he had taken a gold necklace. He was heading toward his hiding place.
He, also, was a very smart guy. When his cat brother, Benson (1992-2004), became part of the house hold, Lincoln taught him two step cleaning so that he could groom his face and ears. One time he rolled his ball under the stove and walked away. We thought he was unable to get and decided to do some thing else, we got a yard stick and on our tummies on the kitchen floor were trying to retrieve it Mr. Lincoln walked by and watched briefly proceeded to go behind the stove and walked out with the ball in his mouth. (Did we get a laugh out of that?)
Eleanor (1993-2008) joined the cat family and Lincoln thought she was the cat's meow. He quickly became her protector soon to realize that she would be the dominate animal of the household.
He got along quiet well with the dogs in the house, Stray and Maggie.
One of his favorite places to take a nap, next to the bed, was in my grannie's, Maude Lurlene Cates, rocker - we always said he was sitting in grannie's lap.
When my friend bought a new home he went to live with her, but he was not a happy boy (we think he missed the other animals) so he returned to live with me, but I always will think that he was her cat.
As a footnote toward the end, he and my dog were best friends. When Lincoln went to "The Rainbow Bridge" the dog,
Duncan . grieved for him as much as I did.
He liked to cuddle and run his motor. Lincoln was an independent soul, full of fun and laughs.
He is missed.
