re: #291 Sloppy

One of my daughter’s outside cats is deaf. She stays close to the house and everyone is very careful of her. Being deaf doesn’t seem to bother her much. But how do we know?

I had a Turkish Angora a long time ago, Crystal aka Chrissy, that was deaf as a stump. RWC gave me to me as a one year together anniversary present, much to my parents dismay and anger. She was one of the most loving and funniest cats I’ve ever had. She loved to sleep on our stereo speakers when we were playing music, the vibrations would lull her to sleep every time. The only way we could get her attention was to stomp our feet hard and wave a hand at her to come. Dumb as a post, sweet as could be. Its because of her my neighbors and I can all have our furry friends. When we got her from my parents, who had kept her for us after we got married as we weren’t allowed to have cats in our building. One day I had let the sweetie out in the court yard so she could lay in the sun, which she loved to do, and unbeknownst to me our landlord stopped by to check up on the building. Irving was an elderly man with a big heart and he sat down with our apartment managers for a chat when I heard “Oh, who’s lovely kitty is this?” I cringed! I knew immediately that it was Chrissy. Turns out that she had jumped into Irvings lap for a cuddle and he instantly fell in love with her. I winced at the sight, sighed and went over and confessed that she was ours. I apologized and said I’d contact my parents and take her back to them. “What? Get ride of a sweet little kitty like this? No! You can keep her, just pay a deposit.” After that we were allowed to have cats and my neighbors were thrilled. She lived to be thirteen years old and I still miss her.