One less Flower

 Daisy

1994-2009

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Aka: Daisy-do; Ms Toots; Tubbers; Queen Mum

  At age 15, Daisy is the senior member of our cat family; weighing in at nearly 16 lbs, she is also the largest. She was a single mother with 4 kittens, who was dumped at the animal shelter. When we met her, her kittens had all been adopted & she was all alone. Chris was bent down at the bank of cages, looking at the cage under Daisy’s, when she reached out thru the bars, put a paw on either side of his head & started licking his hair. This, of course, got his attention, so he took her out of her cage; the shameless hussy climbed inside his shirt & started purring. Well, he was hooked!

  Daisy is a mellow, even-tempered lady with very few idiosyncrasies. She spends most of her days laying in her basket by the window, taking token swipes at the kittens, or laying in the living room when someone is home; once a month, she’ll actually climb into a lap. She is not fond of the outside & will only go out under protest, but she will sit in the window for hours watching the birds & make bird calls. Her only form of exercise is walking upstairs in the morning to make sure I’m up & about to feed her. All I have to do is say “Food?” & move toward the stairs, & she will rush down to the kitchen; if I don’t follow right away, she’ll come back up to stare at me. We will follow this scenario 2 or 3 times before she finally catches on. As you may have gathered, Daisy-Do is very sweet, but not the brightest bulb in the chandelier; she will regularly stand at sliding glass door at night, poofed up, pacing back & forth, & howling bloody blue murder at….Her own reflection!