Chop-Chop the cat

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Chop-Chop, the cat (1988 - still biting)

My name is Chop-Chop. I was born April 15, 1988, in Martinsburg, WV. I was a city kitty. I was taken from my mother at a young age.

One day, two young children were trying to give me to an adult human, or they said they would have to take me to something called the Humane Society. Later I learned that cats sometimes are put to sleep there if they cannot be adopted.

A man named Robert Marsh (1930-1996) took pity on me at the Rt. 9 Flea Market, where he was selling books and records to put his oldest son Chris through college. He took me home to his wife, two sons, and cat, Callie.

I didn't like Callie. We both always knew she had to go one day. She was weak, a surburban Maryland kitty in West Virginia, no match for me. One day two years later, Callie left one day, and never came back.

I liked Robert and his two sons, but I didn't like the woman. But Robert got very sick, and one day, he died, so Chris took care of me, cleaned my box, and fed me.

Chris and I were separated when Chris and his mother went to an apartment in Martinsburg. I lived with a man, a woman, and their litter of five. One day, they abandoned me.

Chris came to get me a few days later, and I went to live with him in Greenbelt, MD.

Chris was a poor hunter. He left five mornings a week and never brought anything home. One day I should teach him to hunt.

Later we returned to his mother human. I guess Chris isn't that much of a big city human.

I miss Chris. He had to give me away in February, 1999. I remember he was very sad about when he told me. His mother human couldn't afford to keep me, he was in school, and their landlady human was threatening us.

Sadly, Chris gave me away to a friend human, Zack, who lived close by.

I wouldn't go when Zack and his roommate came to get me. I fought, bit, scratched, screeched, ran, hid, but in the end, they got me. They're OK though. They feed me. Chris hasn't been over to visit, though.

Chris is a good human. I hope he gets another cat soon. He is good to spay or neuter his cats and make sure they are given away to a good human home if they must be. He cleaned my box daily and always made sure my dishes were full. He almost always let me sleep on his bed at night. I am also glad he only kept one cat, me.

I hope you'll leave me mail. I like to read it when Chris checks his E-mail.

Postscript: Cats like to visit Chris Marsh in Greenbelt, according to his mother, although they are not allowed in this section of Springhill Lake. Chris had taken Chop Chop to the cat-"purr"mitted zone of Springhill Lake in 1998. Digital photos of the new cats will be posted when technical difficulties are worked out with the camera and interface software.


Last updated: September 18, 2000

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