| Cinder<3 Cinder was about 5 years old when she left us. She was taken to Bolton Veterinary Hospital on Tuesday, February 21, 2012 were she went to sleep forever in peace.
Cinder loved to chase her brother Kiwi and occasionally her other brother Lemon. She would creep around the corner and pounce on them and chase them around the house. Cinder loved to play with small bouncy balls or really anything she could find that was easy for her to swat. I would roll the ball between my two hands on the floor and she would go into pounce mode and then I would pass the ball to her and she would run around the house chasing it.
Cinder was also deaf, which caused her to meow a lot louder than normal. Every morning you would hear her meowing from two stories below and it would be like she was right next to you. Every morning she would meow because she wanted fresh food, water, and litter. Of coure, every morning, her needs were met. Anything for my little Cinder.
Cinder was adopted on June 10, my birthday. My mom had had a dream about her and then she saw her in the adoption center at our local Petsmart. When we were taken in to look at her i knew right away she was going home with us. I remeber that while my mom was filling out the paperwork everyone was getting interested in her but I would always pull their sleeves and say, "Excuse me but you can't have her, she's mine. My mom is filling out her papers." Then they would walk away. I remeber carrying her in the box and peeking at her through the holes and trying to calm her down. When she was brought home Kiwi took a liking to her but Lemon hissed at her right away. Of course later on they grew tight and loved eachother like any other brother or sister. That was probably the best birthday of my entire life.
Though she was a well behaved kitty, she had her moments. If we left a glass of water on the coffee table she would jump up on the coffee table, stick her head in the glass, and drink the water. Cinder would have to be supervised because sometimes she couldn't seem to pull her head out of the small glass. During dinner if someone got up to do something and didn't push their chair in, we would have a gray fuzball taking their place. Cinder would sit up straight and act like a human being, though she never got fed table food. (Cinde only liked boiled eggs and pumpkin bread)
Cinder was a very sweet, loveable, affectionate, kind, heartwarmimg, adorable cat. She had a gorgeous, silky soft gray coat with pretty, roung pumpkin orange eyes. She was the most beautiful cat I had ever seen. Cinder had dainty little paws and a shoter tail, with faint gray tiger stripes that formed rings around her tail.
Cinder was the greatest cat and I hope that by reading this that you will agree with me. I love you Cinder.
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