Cashmere and Phantom O’Purra

These two are mother and son. Cashmere was a beautiful Himalayan Persian that my sister got. I didn’t get to be around her until she was about 16 yrs old. She was well known for scratching and biting everyone that came near her. She had done that all her life and that is one reason my sister got her. She liked a feisty cat. That last few months of her life, she lived with my mother while my sister was working on moving into a new house. I only got to visit Cashmere twice during my time off from driving over the road. She had already scratched the landlord and his girlfriend and my two sons. I came home and just talked to her when she would actually come out. I didn’t pick her up or try to make her come out of wherever she was hiding. I found that when she was laying on the floor, she liked for me to lay down there with her and talk to her. I’m the only person she never bit or scratched and she would actually reach out and do what seemed like she was petting me when I was on the floor with her. Mother was suspicious that she was not well and I discovered a few lumps on her. When I touched those, that was the closest I came to getting scratched or bit. Cashmere passed soon after that. She had Phantom O’Purra when she was about two. Phantom was a beautiful black Persian and my sister gave him to my mother. When he was little, he loved to crawl into a smelly shoe and go to sleep. Whenever I came home, all I had to do was take off my shoes and within moments he would be there on top of them. He looked just like Purr and was just as big. When he was older and you were not looking, he would play just like a kitten. You had to be very quiet and sneaky to see this. He didn’t like being pestered and that is why my boys rarely saw him when they came over. He hid from them. My mother is an artist and tends to stay up late, but if she stayed up way too late, he would fuss at her. He would not go to sleep till she did.