Chelsea, the love of my life
I was just told she was put to sleep yesterday. I really can't believe she's gone. We went through alot together. When I needed someone growing up, she was right there with me. I use to bunch up the covers and she would crawl under them and lay next to me while I slept.
I use to love to treat her like a doll and I would prop her up in funny poses and take pictures when she was a kitten. I still have those.
She was afraid of everything and I remember when Dad and I went to pick her up from the breeder she ran from us but the breeder said "Oh she'll get over it she's not normally like that." But it turns out, that became a personality trait of hers. When I brought her home to Dad's they gave me her litterbox and she layed in it because it had the familiar smell of home. She ran and hid under the bed and I layed there dangling a feather toy for her for at least an hour before she came out to play. That was our first bonding experience.
She adored Watson and they became fast buddies. She would rub up against him as if he could pet her and I remember him looking at her like "Stop that!" She also use to love to crawl on top of his cage or walk right next to it as if to taunt him. She was good at that.
She use to find the funniest places to sleep. She crawled into a mini basket that barely fit her 4 paws and slept there once and she slept in the bathroom sink a few times. I remember she once found rolled up dollar bills to play with and she would carry them down to the basement (which was her favorite place). She use to hide up in the boards in the laundry room.
And of course, how can we forget her recent adventure out of the house and hiding under a shed for 2 weeks. They may have been the beginning of her downfall but she was a survivor and the love of my life. I hated that I couldn't take her with me because of my allergies and everytime I wanted to pick her up and hug her I would sneeze and get sick for the next 24 hours but it was so worth it. Just to snuggle with her and hold her.
Please post your favorite memory of her. It truly helps.
I love you Chelsea and thank you for giving all of us almost 15 wonderful years!
I use to love to treat her like a doll and I would prop her up in funny poses and take pictures when she was a kitten. I still have those.
She was afraid of everything and I remember when Dad and I went to pick her up from the breeder she ran from us but the breeder said "Oh she'll get over it she's not normally like that." But it turns out, that became a personality trait of hers. When I brought her home to Dad's they gave me her litterbox and she layed in it because it had the familiar smell of home. She ran and hid under the bed and I layed there dangling a feather toy for her for at least an hour before she came out to play. That was our first bonding experience.
She adored Watson and they became fast buddies. She would rub up against him as if he could pet her and I remember him looking at her like "Stop that!" She also use to love to crawl on top of his cage or walk right next to it as if to taunt him. She was good at that.
She use to find the funniest places to sleep. She crawled into a mini basket that barely fit her 4 paws and slept there once and she slept in the bathroom sink a few times. I remember she once found rolled up dollar bills to play with and she would carry them down to the basement (which was her favorite place). She use to hide up in the boards in the laundry room.
And of course, how can we forget her recent adventure out of the house and hiding under a shed for 2 weeks. They may have been the beginning of her downfall but she was a survivor and the love of my life. I hated that I couldn't take her with me because of my allergies and everytime I wanted to pick her up and hug her I would sneeze and get sick for the next 24 hours but it was so worth it. Just to snuggle with her and hold her.
Please post your favorite memory of her. It truly helps.
I love you Chelsea and thank you for giving all of us almost 15 wonderful years!
posted by Karri-Berry at
11:36 AM
6 Comments:
Well my favorite memory has to be the most recent one I have: coaxing her out from under that shed with a little bowl of food. She was hungry! I was so amazed that she had survived all that time in those conditions. Chelsea lived a good, long life.
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SearchPoint, at 1:04 AM
Yeah she did. She truly was my best friend for so long. I clung to Gypsy in the same way. I guess you could say she filled the void of Gypsy when we gave him to Dad and was my companion. She was a great cat and its hard to believe she won't be there when I come to visit.
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Karri-Berry, at 10:19 AM
My memories of Chelsea are about how she jumped up on me as soon as I settled down in the evening to relax and watch TV. That's when she thought it was time for me to pay attention to her. She wanted me to pet her for awhile which I usually did. She slept with me every night and on weekends, she seem to know the minute I woke up. If I so much as moved an eyelash, she would climb on my back and sit there for awhile.
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merry-mac, at 3:18 PM
She use to do those same things to me when I lived with you. I think when I left the house, she wasn't being held or cuddled with as much so she needed you there to do that. She adored you. I'll miss her little meow. It was sort of a fragile one. She was such a fragile cat, so tiny and just like a stuffed animal.
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Karri-Berry, at 4:38 AM
Lauren likes to bring up a story that I otherwise would have forgotten, which was that I threw a big empty box so that it landed right next to her with a big thud and she lept two feet in the air and took off running. She was too easy to scare. ;)
I also used to call her Pookie. Remember?
Once I was holding her and I opened the basement door, which let in the massive sound of the air conditioning unit just outside, and that was enough to send her crawling over my shoulder and down my back, leaving bloody wounds in her path. After that, I learned to let go the moment she seemed to want to run.
I love the story of Jim going from the top floor of the townhouse down to the basement, and at every landing Chelsea would tear down the steps in front of him and then stop, see that he was still coming, and run for her life to the next landing. He was like "God, I'm not chasing you! Just get out of my way!"
She was funny and silly and she adored you and Mom. She was a "girl's girl" kinda kitty. I was very impressed that she lived on her own out in the wild for two weeks, considering that even a dust bunny would seem to send her in shock. I guess she was tougher than I thought!
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Dan, at 8:41 AM
Thanks for the laughs! I do remember Pookie! I'm going to miss her sooooooo much!!!
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Karri-Berry, at 9:43 AM
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