This biography will be one of the more difficult ones to write. Paws was always completely and totally attached to the Nielsen's but she also became one of my special little buddies.
Her first contact at the Nielsen home came as quite a surprise to my nephew. As was a common occurrence, he was nuzzled in sleep and automatically responded with gentle pets to his female cat Mickey. It must have come as quite a surprise when he realized there was an unknown kitten in Mickey's place. A young, then unnamed Paws had ventured in through a slight opening of the sliding door.
Paws was then living in a debris pile in the back corner of a large property behind the Nielsen's home and was probably born there. I think there may have been other cats on the property as well and were possibly being fed to some degree. Over time though, we would occasionally see her out on our street. My sister-in-law mentioned and commented on the cat with the white paws. She came and went at will but over time became very friendly and was a regular part of the landscape across the street.
Later, after the nephews grew up and moved on with their lives, I sometimes looked after the cat's when the Nielsen's were away and Paws and I became better acquainted and comfortable with each other. At least until the day I was sitting on the front walkway step with her and she rubbed along my back and tried to meow... it came out more of a hiss and totally startled me! After another mangled meow-hiss or two she got it sorted out. Yea, she had found her meow! Through the years she would come across the street occasionally and visit and got along very well with my cats. She was always mellow here and welcome at any time.
Paws and I had a very unique connection between us; she was not frightened by the sights and sounds of July 4th and it became our annual get-together for probably a decade. There would never be another cat in sight, all having found a hideout, but Paws would come across and keep me company as I kept an eye on things in the neighborhood. But by the summer of 2016, her age, worsening health, and soaring temperatures, had ended her visits. After improvising hideouts for my cats, I went inside and waited for the craziness to begin. Once the noise started, I went to the back and side yard and located my guys in their hideouts, then back in to check the security cameras and couldn't believe my eyes... sweet old Paws was waiting in our usual spot on the front porch. I'll never know how she made it over the Nielsen's fence but with teary eyes and a heavy heart us old gals observed one last Fourth of July together. Thank you Paws, you gave your old Auntie a sweet memory of a friendship that will live in my heart forever.
Her first contact at the Nielsen home came as quite a surprise to my nephew. As was a common occurrence, he was nuzzled in sleep and automatically responded with gentle pets to his female cat Mickey. It must have come as quite a surprise when he realized there was an unknown kitten in Mickey's place. A young, then unnamed Paws had ventured in through a slight opening of the sliding door.
Paws was then living in a debris pile in the back corner of a large property behind the Nielsen's home and was probably born there. I think there may have been other cats on the property as well and were possibly being fed to some degree. Over time though, we would occasionally see her out on our street. My sister-in-law mentioned and commented on the cat with the white paws. She came and went at will but over time became very friendly and was a regular part of the landscape across the street.
Later, after the nephews grew up and moved on with their lives, I sometimes looked after the cat's when the Nielsen's were away and Paws and I became better acquainted and comfortable with each other. At least until the day I was sitting on the front walkway step with her and she rubbed along my back and tried to meow... it came out more of a hiss and totally startled me! After another mangled meow-hiss or two she got it sorted out. Yea, she had found her meow! Through the years she would come across the street occasionally and visit and got along very well with my cats. She was always mellow here and welcome at any time.
Paws and I had a very unique connection between us; she was not frightened by the sights and sounds of July 4th and it became our annual get-together for probably a decade. There would never be another cat in sight, all having found a hideout, but Paws would come across and keep me company as I kept an eye on things in the neighborhood. But by the summer of 2016, her age, worsening health, and soaring temperatures, had ended her visits. After improvising hideouts for my cats, I went inside and waited for the craziness to begin. Once the noise started, I went to the back and side yard and located my guys in their hideouts, then back in to check the security cameras and couldn't believe my eyes... sweet old Paws was waiting in our usual spot on the front porch. I'll never know how she made it over the Nielsen's fence but with teary eyes and a heavy heart us old gals observed one last Fourth of July together. Thank you Paws, you gave your old Auntie a sweet memory of a friendship that will live in my heart forever.
This biography will be one of the more difficult ones to write. Paws was always completely and totally attached to the Nielsen's but she also became one of my special little buddies.
Her first contact at the Nielsen home came as quite a surprise to my nephew. As was a common occurrence, he was nuzzled in sleep and automatically responded with gentle pets to his female cat Mickey. It must have come as quite a surprise when he realized there was an unknown kitten in Mickey's place. A young, then unnamed Paws had ventured in through a slight opening of the sliding door.
Paws was then living in a debris pile in the back corner of a large property behind the Nielsen's home and was probably born there. I think there may have been other cats on the property as well and were possibly being fed to some degree. Over time though, we would occasionally see her out on our street. My sister-in-law mentioned and commented on the cat with the white paws. She came and went at will but over time became very friendly and was a regular part of the landscape across the street.
Later, after the nephews grew up and moved on with their lives, I sometimes looked after the cat's when the Nielsen's were away and Paws and I became better acquainted and comfortable with each other. At least until the day I was sitting on the front walkway step with her and she rubbed along my back and tried to meow... it came out more of a hiss and totally startled me! After another mangled meow-hiss or two she got it sorted out. Yea, she had found her meow! Through the years she would come across the street occasionally and visit and got along very well with my cats. She was always mellow here and welcome at any time.
Paws and I had a very unique connection between us; she was not frightened by the sights and sounds of July 4th and it became our annual get-together for probably a decade. There would never be another cat in sight, all having found a hideout, but Paws would come across and keep me company as I kept an eye on things in the neighborhood. But by the summer of 2016, her age, worsening health, and soaring temperatures, had ended her visits. After improvising hideouts for my cats, I went inside and waited for the craziness to begin. Once the noise started, I went to the back and side yard and located my guys in their hideouts, then back in to check the security cameras and couldn't believe my eyes... sweet old Paws was waiting in our usual spot on the front porch. I'll never know how she made it over the Nielsen's fence but with teary eyes and a heavy heart us old gals observed one last Fourth of July together. Thank you Paws, you gave your old Auntie a sweet memory of a friendship that will live in my heart forever.
Her first contact at the Nielsen home came as quite a surprise to my nephew. As was a common occurrence, he was nuzzled in sleep and automatically responded with gentle pets to his female cat Mickey. It must have come as quite a surprise when he realized there was an unknown kitten in Mickey's place. A young, then unnamed Paws had ventured in through a slight opening of the sliding door.
Paws was then living in a debris pile in the back corner of a large property behind the Nielsen's home and was probably born there. I think there may have been other cats on the property as well and were possibly being fed to some degree. Over time though, we would occasionally see her out on our street. My sister-in-law mentioned and commented on the cat with the white paws. She came and went at will but over time became very friendly and was a regular part of the landscape across the street.
Later, after the nephews grew up and moved on with their lives, I sometimes looked after the cat's when the Nielsen's were away and Paws and I became better acquainted and comfortable with each other. At least until the day I was sitting on the front walkway step with her and she rubbed along my back and tried to meow... it came out more of a hiss and totally startled me! After another mangled meow-hiss or two she got it sorted out. Yea, she had found her meow! Through the years she would come across the street occasionally and visit and got along very well with my cats. She was always mellow here and welcome at any time.
Paws and I had a very unique connection between us; she was not frightened by the sights and sounds of July 4th and it became our annual get-together for probably a decade. There would never be another cat in sight, all having found a hideout, but Paws would come across and keep me company as I kept an eye on things in the neighborhood. But by the summer of 2016, her age, worsening health, and soaring temperatures, had ended her visits. After improvising hideouts for my cats, I went inside and waited for the craziness to begin. Once the noise started, I went to the back and side yard and located my guys in their hideouts, then back in to check the security cameras and couldn't believe my eyes... sweet old Paws was waiting in our usual spot on the front porch. I'll never know how she made it over the Nielsen's fence but with teary eyes and a heavy heart us old gals observed one last Fourth of July together. Thank you Paws, you gave your old Auntie a sweet memory of a friendship that will live in my heart forever.
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