Name: Buttercup aka 'Kitty' (What else)
Born: Kansas, US
Breed: Unknown, but softest fur I've ever seen.
Residences: Kansas, England, Texas, Florida
Adoptive mother of 'Poppy', a miniature longhaired Dachshund.
My Air Force kitty was born in Topeka, Kansas while my dad was stationed there. At first he hesitated about her adoption as
there was the likleyhood he might be sent to England where there was a 6 month quarentine for all animals except horses. (Go
But the fates intervened and she had a happy kittenhood and young adulthood in Kansas until,well you guessed it, Dad
was transferred to England. Assured that airlines had pressurized cargo bays, poor kitty was shipped, along
with me at a fair expense for our passage. (I was no longer a military dependant) , accross the pond.
Quarentine wasn't all that bad, in fact ,she and the other detainees were rather spoiled lots of keeper's attention,
and heaps of freshly caught North Sea codfish daily. We were able to visit, but I'm sure she wondered at times what it
was all about.
Finally once she satisfied the officials that she was free of rabies despite her documented innoculation records (It's
an England thing), she found herself back in the bosom of her family in a strange land. Again she could lounge on
my shoulders like a stole as I went about my daily chores (I was taking a year long sabbatical from my college
studies at Florida State-when I returned to Florida to finish up my Bachelor's Degree she stayed behind with Mom and Dad)
Having no choice but to be rather adaptable, she must have been startled when my Mom brought home a puppy, and totally
surprized us by by becoming a kind of surrogate mother to it.
If 'Poppy' became too rambunctious she'd use a gentle paw on it as if to say 'that's enough, settle down.'
My 'baby kitty' had a full and well traveled life as Dad was transfered to Texas and later to Florida where she finally
passed at the ripe old age of 18. I still miss her sorely. You don't own cats. They own you.