Weasel

Weasel --------------------->
Born : August 1997
Dislikes: Dogs and not having his food bowl full at all times
Likes: Hugging, sitting in the window, and food
Attitude: Buddha kitty
Nickname: Weezie

Weasel was a Christmas present to my Husband who grew up with 2 Siamese as a child. When we first came to live with us we lived on a farm. I wanted him to be a indoor outdoor cat but he had other plans. When ever he was placed out doors he always found a way back into the house ( through the dryer vent hole). I was very much pregnant with our youngest son so after struggles of trying to get weasel use to being an outside cat I gave up and let him stay in doors. He is a good cat now but as a kitten he was horrible. I use to swear to my husband he was out to kill me or at the least trying to get me out of the way since Siamese are generally a "one person cat" and that person was my husband. Well we soon fixed the competition between us when I accidentally (honestly it's true it was an accident) poisoned him. I use to bleach our floors daily, the kids were small and I wanted to make sure all bacterial was killed if they were crawling on it all day long. So after I had bleached the floors I placed the mob and pail beside the front door so I could wash the porch floor later.

Never in a million years did I believe that the cat would decide that the smelly bleach water would be a great drinking hole. Well next thing you know it he is sick to his stomach and it was off to the vets. After a long vet stay, hours of worry (even if at the time i disliked this cat), and lots of cold hard cash. He pulled through. At the time I remember thinking "omg! how am i going to tell Glenn i killed his cat by accident if he dies" I was a ball of nerves. Lucky the vet was great and saved Weasels life.

Life with Weasel suddenly got better after that day. He no longer ignored me and he started to come to me for scratches. It was like a whole new cat attitude.

After our youngest son, Erik, was born weasel was great. If Erik had just woke up from a nap and was crying, but I could not hear him, weasel would come sit at my feet looking up at me and give a soft meow as if to say "go get the baby" then he would run ahead of me to Erik's nursery and sit my the crib meowing as if I couldn't see where the crib was located. He was always great with Erik. I wanted a nanny and I got one named Weasel. When Erik started to crawl Weasel would follow him around and herd him away from things he shouldn't have by either laying in front of the object or standing sideways so Erik could not crawl forward without bumping into him. Then with a meow he would warn me that the baby was getting into trouble and I had better come quick. This was never taught to Weasel. It was instinct. His Instinct alone and for that he will always have a special place in my heart.

Over the years Weasel has been slowing down in life. He has become the Buddha kitty. Ever feel upset or sad just rub the Buddha kitties belly and you feel at peace. Not to mention he loves full body rubs. Weasel has become the god father of all the pets that live with us. He breaks up arguments, he cuddles when your sick or sad and he can either make you feel special or make you feel like the worst owner in the world ( if you forget to fill his bowl up).

To this day I am unsure if he only accepts me because he was so close to death and feels that at any time that woman can try to off him again if he steps out of line or if he truly loves me. Either way life for the past 12 years has been great with Weasel. He is our pride and joy.