In June 2004, a coworker, Charlie Schilling, and his wife, Bonnie, gave me a tiny little 2-month old kitten. She belonged to their little girl, but was being picked on by another cat. Her name was Eliza. I didn't think that fit her. She reminded me of my sister, Debbie's cat, Dotty, so I opted for something similar-- Dolly. Button was also in the running, so I often called her Dolly Button.
Dolly was a sweet kitty and so intuitive. She often talked to me in her very soft, sweet voice. Unless she was trying to get my attention, then, she could be loud.
She was black and white. She had four white feet and the left hind foot had a tiny black dot on the outside toe. I called it her toe speckle.
Charlie told me that she had been born on April 1st, but Bonnie said March 31st. Therefore, I gave her treats and sang "Happy Birthday" to her on both days.
She never did get very big, weighing 8 lbs. as an adult. She was very maternal. When she was 8 mos. old, I took in a rescue kitten whom she adopted and raised. A year later, I took in another rescue kitten whom she adopted and raised. And a year after that, I took in two more whom she adopted and raised. They are Jelly Bean, Callie, Snowball, and Bubba. Callie eventually adopted two kittens I took in and Dolly helped her raise them. They are Amber and Jade.
Dolly very much took care of me. She liked to lick my arms and face like she would have a kitten. She'd lead me to the bathroom at night-- so I didn't get lost, I guess.
After I cleaned litter boxes, she'd walk around to each one like she was inspecting it. She taught Callie to do the same thing. My cat, Tiger, was Dolly's mentor. He does some silly, wild things. When she was a kitten, she'd mimic everything he did.
My sister, Brenda, was actually her favorite human as she lived with me when I first had Dolly. She had to go to a nursing home three years before she died. No matter how long it was since Dolly had visited her, she'd snuggle up to her like it had been eons. She never forgot her. When she died, I inherited a blanket that had been on her bed at the nursing home. Dolly was so excited and slept on it for a long time. It must have had her scent on it. Dolly acted just like she did when she'd visit her after a long absence.
Brenda passed away two years ago and I have no doubt that she was there to greet Dolly on the Other Side.
Thank you to Edith J. Bruner, who sponsored Dolly's memorial.
Dolly was a sweet kitty and so intuitive. She often talked to me in her very soft, sweet voice. Unless she was trying to get my attention, then, she could be loud.
She was black and white. She had four white feet and the left hind foot had a tiny black dot on the outside toe. I called it her toe speckle.
Charlie told me that she had been born on April 1st, but Bonnie said March 31st. Therefore, I gave her treats and sang "Happy Birthday" to her on both days.
She never did get very big, weighing 8 lbs. as an adult. She was very maternal. When she was 8 mos. old, I took in a rescue kitten whom she adopted and raised. A year later, I took in another rescue kitten whom she adopted and raised. And a year after that, I took in two more whom she adopted and raised. They are Jelly Bean, Callie, Snowball, and Bubba. Callie eventually adopted two kittens I took in and Dolly helped her raise them. They are Amber and Jade.
Dolly very much took care of me. She liked to lick my arms and face like she would have a kitten. She'd lead me to the bathroom at night-- so I didn't get lost, I guess.
After I cleaned litter boxes, she'd walk around to each one like she was inspecting it. She taught Callie to do the same thing. My cat, Tiger, was Dolly's mentor. He does some silly, wild things. When she was a kitten, she'd mimic everything he did.
My sister, Brenda, was actually her favorite human as she lived with me when I first had Dolly. She had to go to a nursing home three years before she died. No matter how long it was since Dolly had visited her, she'd snuggle up to her like it had been eons. She never forgot her. When she died, I inherited a blanket that had been on her bed at the nursing home. Dolly was so excited and slept on it for a long time. It must have had her scent on it. Dolly acted just like she did when she'd visit her after a long absence.
Brenda passed away two years ago and I have no doubt that she was there to greet Dolly on the Other Side.
Thank you to Edith J. Bruner, who sponsored Dolly's memorial.
In June 2004, a coworker, Charlie Schilling, and his wife, Bonnie, gave me a tiny little 2-month old kitten. She belonged to their little girl, but was being picked on by another cat. Her name was Eliza. I didn't think that fit her. She reminded me of my sister, Debbie's cat, Dotty, so I opted for something similar-- Dolly. Button was also in the running, so I often called her Dolly Button.
Dolly was a sweet kitty and so intuitive. She often talked to me in her very soft, sweet voice. Unless she was trying to get my attention, then, she could be loud.
She was black and white. She had four white feet and the left hind foot had a tiny black dot on the outside toe. I called it her toe speckle.
Charlie told me that she had been born on April 1st, but Bonnie said March 31st. Therefore, I gave her treats and sang "Happy Birthday" to her on both days.
She never did get very big, weighing 8 lbs. as an adult. She was very maternal. When she was 8 mos. old, I took in a rescue kitten whom she adopted and raised. A year later, I took in another rescue kitten whom she adopted and raised. And a year after that, I took in two more whom she adopted and raised. They are Jelly Bean, Callie, Snowball, and Bubba. Callie eventually adopted two kittens I took in and Dolly helped her raise them. They are Amber and Jade.
Dolly very much took care of me. She liked to lick my arms and face like she would have a kitten. She'd lead me to the bathroom at night-- so I didn't get lost, I guess.
After I cleaned litter boxes, she'd walk around to each one like she was inspecting it. She taught Callie to do the same thing. My cat, Tiger, was Dolly's mentor. He does some silly, wild things. When she was a kitten, she'd mimic everything he did.
My sister, Brenda, was actually her favorite human as she lived with me when I first had Dolly. She had to go to a nursing home three years before she died. No matter how long it was since Dolly had visited her, she'd snuggle up to her like it had been eons. She never forgot her. When she died, I inherited a blanket that had been on her bed at the nursing home. Dolly was so excited and slept on it for a long time. It must have had her scent on it. Dolly acted just like she did when she'd visit her after a long absence.
Brenda passed away two years ago and I have no doubt that she was there to greet Dolly on the Other Side.
Thank you to Edith J. Bruner, who sponsored Dolly's memorial.
Dolly was a sweet kitty and so intuitive. She often talked to me in her very soft, sweet voice. Unless she was trying to get my attention, then, she could be loud.
She was black and white. She had four white feet and the left hind foot had a tiny black dot on the outside toe. I called it her toe speckle.
Charlie told me that she had been born on April 1st, but Bonnie said March 31st. Therefore, I gave her treats and sang "Happy Birthday" to her on both days.
She never did get very big, weighing 8 lbs. as an adult. She was very maternal. When she was 8 mos. old, I took in a rescue kitten whom she adopted and raised. A year later, I took in another rescue kitten whom she adopted and raised. And a year after that, I took in two more whom she adopted and raised. They are Jelly Bean, Callie, Snowball, and Bubba. Callie eventually adopted two kittens I took in and Dolly helped her raise them. They are Amber and Jade.
Dolly very much took care of me. She liked to lick my arms and face like she would have a kitten. She'd lead me to the bathroom at night-- so I didn't get lost, I guess.
After I cleaned litter boxes, she'd walk around to each one like she was inspecting it. She taught Callie to do the same thing. My cat, Tiger, was Dolly's mentor. He does some silly, wild things. When she was a kitten, she'd mimic everything he did.
My sister, Brenda, was actually her favorite human as she lived with me when I first had Dolly. She had to go to a nursing home three years before she died. No matter how long it was since Dolly had visited her, she'd snuggle up to her like it had been eons. She never forgot her. When she died, I inherited a blanket that had been on her bed at the nursing home. Dolly was so excited and slept on it for a long time. It must have had her scent on it. Dolly acted just like she did when she'd visit her after a long absence.
Brenda passed away two years ago and I have no doubt that she was there to greet Dolly on the Other Side.
Thank you to Edith J. Bruner, who sponsored Dolly's memorial.
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