That's Lishi in the cage of my sister's guinea pigs I took care of for a while. She never harmed them, but she loved to sit in their cage and watch until she got tired, then she'd curl up and sleep there. She was the cutest cat I can think of, I loved her very much. She was the only pet I got from my sister just for free and for the "fun" of it. I got her in 1996 when my father died, she consoled me a lot, being such a sweetheart. She was my little princess, all sophisticated and hard-to-please - nobody understood why I loved her so much. She showed her caring side just on a few occasions, but I'm honest this little darling has saved my life on a very hard day, I wouldn't be here without her support. Being a Sacred Birman I wanted to breed with her once, just such tiny, pretty princes and princesses. So at the age of two I found a very beautiful Dutch tomcat, lilac tabby...
She was very pretty even when she was pregnant. But she and her three kittens died during birth. Three visits at the vet were useless. She died in my arms in the most horrible way I've ever seen an animal at all die. She fought so hard, she really did. She did not want to leave, though being a tiny cat, very slender and all, she had the heart of a fighter. It still hurts me, she was so young. Four weeks before her her half-brother died (he was my Mum's tomcat) in a way very alike, but luckily the vet was intelligent enough to believe us that he does not have a chance anymore. The one I needed to go to with Lishi was not that good and kept telling me she'll be okay when I was begging him for the final shot, but all alternatives were far away, there aren't many vets in the countryside. To make sure there is not a disease spreading along our cats I had to send her body to get it dissected. So I could not even bury her. It pains me, she had deserved it. But she was burnt like some rotting rubbish...
I'll never forget her. My tomcat (her elder brother) that I still have and me miss her a lot. Even after 10 years. She died on May 30th, 1998. *wipe some tears away*
© Khisa
She was very pretty even when she was pregnant. But she and her three kittens died during birth. Three visits at the vet were useless. She died in my arms in the most horrible way I've ever seen an animal at all die. She fought so hard, she really did. She did not want to leave, though being a tiny cat, very slender and all, she had the heart of a fighter. It still hurts me, she was so young. Four weeks before her her half-brother died (he was my Mum's tomcat) in a way very alike, but luckily the vet was intelligent enough to believe us that he does not have a chance anymore. The one I needed to go to with Lishi was not that good and kept telling me she'll be okay when I was begging him for the final shot, but all alternatives were far away, there aren't many vets in the countryside. To make sure there is not a disease spreading along our cats I had to send her body to get it dissected. So I could not even bury her. It pains me, she had deserved it. But she was burnt like some rotting rubbish...
I'll never forget her. My tomcat (her elder brother) that I still have and me miss her a lot. Even after 10 years. She died on May 30th, 1998. *wipe some tears away*
© Khisa
Category Photography / Animal related (non-anthro)
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