Tell me your most PFC (Precious First Cat) story.

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Just realised my cat is my PFB!
I have no children and haven't had a pet solely of my own before.
I can see some of you are very protective of your pusses too so tell me your best story!

Sorry for taking over forum btw, this is my first week as a mother!

I asked the breeder if I should leave the light on at night for our girl!!!

Moved into a new flat and had cat flap fitted in whole double glazed door at great expense. However access to the garden was down a spiral staircase and cat completely refused to go out. Spent ages trying to coax her out with tasty treats etc. Even carried her down a couple of times to show her the lovely garden. No dice, expensive cat flap remained entirely unused. Until suddenly about 4 years later, she just strolled out and down the stairs as if it was nothing and then carried on going out. Bother that cat!

I have a beautiful longhaired black cat called bubbles. Didnt get her neteured in time and she had a little of 4 gorgeous babies. A couple of weeks later I took them to a friends as I was staying there. I walked back home to get her. Told her I was taking her to them. I kid you knocked she would not get in cat box but walked by my side for 10 minutes to my friends house. I actually crossed a pedestrian crossing and under a subway with her by my side. I still wonder sometimes did that really happen!!

My precious shelter girl chose me. I went into the shelter and admired several marvelous cats, but as soon as I stepped into the row of cages where she was being kept, she sprang to the front of her cage, made direct eye contact with me and mewed. I put my fingers to the cage and she head-butted them, and the second I picked her up she began to purr like a tractor. She was malnourished, sickly thing back then with every virus going, but her spirit was never dampened for a moment. I gave her a name that means 'darling' in my father's language.

It has now been shortened to something much more appropriate as the second I got her home, she made it quite clearly she was only pretending to be a sweet demure little darling in order to get adopted. She sprang out of the carrier, pronounced 'ERK!' and stomped all over the house with the posture and stride of a conquering hero, before charging up to the resident cat and demanding: HI WANNA BE BEST FRIENDS? WANNA BE SISTERS?
Said resident was not impressed.

To this day she is as loud, demanding and affectionate as ever, full of love and spirit, but quiet little darling she most certainly isn't.

We always had at least 5 cats at any given time growing up. One was our cats kitten so we had him from the day he was born and he died age 20 curled up in his bed. I even named my first sons middle name the same as him!

Anyway when I got my first cat after moving my mother went to stay with the cat when we went on holiday. I had her send me a photo twice a day and would ring up so I could hear the cat purr down the phone

:-) Lovely stories! I had two PFCs - brother and sister. They had only been allowed outside before we went on holiday. We asked friends to stay and look after them. We were nervous of leaving them. We came back and were horrified to see that they were climbing trees! Our little kittens. (Looking back God knows why we were shocked - it's hardly a surprise cats climbing trees - but they were our babies!

When I adopted LandingCat1 (sadly no longer with us) from the shelter, I took a few days off work and spent the whole time hanging out with her, then got my dad to stay in my flat for a couple of days when I went back to work so she wasn't on her own. She was a spoiled little madam the whole time I had her, and definitely thought she was the boss of me. LandingCat2 (her son) is much more accommodating!

I took 2 weeks off work to nurse dilly cat when he was 6 months old and very poorly.
When he was diagnosed with lymphoma at age 14, we had an extended family rota for his vet visit every 3 days, and when we went on holiday, no pet sitter for him - he moved into the vets!
When we lost old boys dilly cat and jakey puss very quickly after, poor little zeb would cry desolate at 2am every night. I got up with him every night for a year till he passed away.
Threw myself in front of a Tesco van who was about to run zeb over (deaf at that point) and 4 years later, my ankle is still stuffed!
I am having the garden fenced at great expense with specialist cat fencing to keep my 3 little rescues safe. And I fully intend to post pics on mumsnet - i am so excited it's ridiculous!!
My mum is worse, if I am going to be very late from work she goes to play with them. It's an hour round trip for her - spoilt rotten!!!
I could go on .....
Basically, they are my furry babies and anyone who has a problem with that - guess what, I don't give a stuff. And yes, they even go on the kitchen surfaces ????????

My first cat chose my ds, she lived in a shed and soon found her way onto my sons bed, the rest is history. She was the first in a long line of kittens/cats, all rescues

When I got my first darling fur baby home, I fed him on cooked salmon, which he loved. His stomach was less impressed though.
He also used to eat frozen peas off the kitchen floor, if they got dropped while I was cooking. He had been a stray though and would pretty much eat anything.
He got run over within the first three months of having him and had to be confined to a room while his leg healed, I slept in the room with him until he was allowed out again.
Then the silly bugger did it again a year later but this time he died. I howled with grief when we went to collect his body.

for you, Room101.

I'm sure a year or two with you was worth 100 on the streets.

I hope so, he was amazing fun, used to follow me to the busstop, would come on walks, never used to meow inside the house but if I stuck my head out of the window when he was outside, he would talk and talk and talk. He played fetch and would lie on my neck at night, nuzzling and purring away. Loved him so so much.

I left the light on over night in the living room for the new kitten. I also sat on the floor once because he looked so comfy on the sofa I couldn't bare to move him. DH just shook his head.

I got my PFC as a student. He used to sleep next to me in my double bed with his body under the duvet and his head on the pillow like a person . Gorgeous boy that he was.

I had my first 'own' cat when I left university and went to live in my first rented house alone. She was called Victoria, and was permanently Not Amused, tiny, with a will of iron. She lived largely under my bed unless she was on my lap - no fidgeting allowed, at all, and God help any other cat approaching me while she was there. The rest of my family called her 'the alleged cat' as no one ever saw her, she did not approve of visitors. Liked being petted and kissed so long as it was entirely on her terms and she'd swipe you when she'd had enough.

She did like kittens, whenever new kittens joined the household she sat for hours watching them. When my two ragdoll thugs boys got to be teenagers she was about a quarter of their size and she never hurt them but she only had to give them her drop dead look and they'd sneak past her meowing, so clearly apologising for daring to come near her space. She was a complete mare, a real queen bee and I loved her to bits.

Rumble she sounds like an amazing cat.

I'm not sure if this is a PFC story or a My Cat is a Bastard story.

Precious first kitten let out for his third outing this evening. Toddling happily in and out of the house and garden - until he wasn't. Couldn't find him anywhere, went up and down calling him for a good half hour. Then started to hear pathetic mewing but couldn't identify from where. He never miaows unless the situation is desperate. Panic set in slightly, neighbour must have thought I was a complete idiot as went round and round calling and trying to triangulate the miaows.

He was in the kitchen carousel. Which has folding doors so if you are a very stupid kitten and achieve your ambition of jumping into the carousel, will then fold shut behind you as the carousel turns

Ahh, bless his little furry paws. At least it wasn't a tree or up the chimney.

We have a wood burner and I don't think it's possible to get up the stove pipe ...

Not my first cat - had lots as a kid. But the first cat I had gone out and got as an adult. I worked in central London at the time and would get the tube home every lunchtime to go home and see the new kitten. It was 25 minutes each way so I literally only had time to pop in - feed her, quick cuddle then back to work! Did it for about 4 weeks until I realised I was waking her up every day!!

FanSpam I think you just won the thread!

I had to name change as this would out me... When I first came home from hospital with my brand new pub human baby, I was greeted with a hiss and a scowel of pfc.

The next morning I went to town with my 3 day old dd. On coming home pfc was lying in the sun patch by the back door. Pfc got up to great me, walking across the living room towards me. As soon as he stood up I could see something was wrong, his back end staggered sideways, he looked drunk. I screamed for my husband, bundled pfc into a cat carrier and we set off to the emergency out of hours vet (3pm on a Sunday).

Driving to the vet pfc and bfb were quiet. My husband drove and I sobbed uncontrollably. In my head I ran through the options poisoning, stroke, fell out a tree, hit by a car etc. Pfc was going to die and he hated me because I had had a human baby. I wailed.

We got to the vet, where the receptionist was very nice, my husband explained the problem and we were taken into a consulting room. I continued to weep inconsolably while clutching pfc. My husband gently rocked pfb. I put pfc onto the floor so the vet could see his mobility problems. Pfc walked across the room and hopped onto the table of his own accord. The vet then gave me her diagnosis... Pfc had a dead leg from lying in the sun. Dh payed the bill, over £100, and we drove home in science while I wept with happiness.

I really love that cat.

Saw this, thought of you all

Dead leg.

When I first left my four month old kitten home alone I decided to leave a web cam on to check he wasn't pining for me when I was gone. For half an hour.
It took me ages to set it up and I left the house weeping, with kitten sitting on the stairs looking at me in what I thought was extreme distress.
I then watched him through the letter box for ages while he stared back at me. Probably scared the hell out of him!
Anyway I forgot to press record after all that, I was in such a state!
I later bought him a load of cat DVDs to play on a loop when we're out. He doesn't seem keen.
DP thinks I'm nuts.