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Lazaris Daffadelia Murray is my “baby”, and the spoiled cat. She was born on a day when we had a cold snap and about four inches of snow. Mom checked on the litter later in the afternoon and she thought that all of the kittens were dead. She told me and I went outside to look. I noticed that Socks wouldn't move off of them to let us see them, so that made me remember something that I'd read in a cat book. I went to my room and reread the portion making sure that I remembered correctly that if kittens were born in cold weather their bodies would shut down and they would look dead, but they really weren't dead. The way to revive them was to emerge all of their body except their head in warm water and sort of massage them. Mom told me that if I wanted to swish dead kittens around in water that I could. About five minutes into doing Laz, she gasped. Mom, who was looking over my shoulder, told me that it was just the water that made it look like the cat gasped. Ten seconds later Laz gasped again. Mom took Laz from me and told me to start another one. ~grins~

We saved three out of the four, but we think that the fourth one might have already been dead because it was separated from the others. We named the three kittens Lazarus, Tabitha, and Bagheera (we couldn't think of a third name of a person that was resurrected in the Bible). We gave away two of them and kept Laz. Someone was supposed to take her, but they never came back... and I'm very thankful that they didn't! When Laz was six months old we realized that he really wasn't a he and was a she! Laz knew her name, so I changed the spelling from “us” to “is” making it the feminine form. ;)

Laz is extremely smart. She's an inside/outside cat, and she's trained to go outside. I didn't intentionally teach her to do that either. After a few hours of her being inside, I'd put her outside. If she went right away, I'd let her come back inside. She picked that up, and when she had to go, she'd go to the door or to my window and squeak there until someone let her outside. She doesn't really have a meow... she just sort of squeaks, and I think that might be because of resurrecting her and that we managed to get some water inside her and it somehow ruined her meow. She knocks on my window when she wants inside, and at night if she wants out, she'll clobber my blinds until I wake up. I never taught her how to knock or clobber the blinds; she just taught herself! Oh, I never described her! She's gray and white like her mother, except Laz has a splotch of white on the middle of her back.

Laz has an attitude too. For example, a few days ago she was sleeping on mom and dad's bed. Dad sat down on the bed and leaned over to take his shoes off. Laz got angry with him and left the room. When dad went up front, he discovered that she had moved to the chair that he always sits on in the living room! Laz rarely every sleeps on that chair. She's also not supposed to sleep on Josh's bed, but she didn't really sleep on it too much. Since Josh is in college we let her sleep on it. When Josh was back for Christmas, Laz knew that he was back and the next few days she'd sneak into his room and sleep on his bed to make him mad. hee

She also knows how to open unlatched doors. The door going down to the basement doesn't latch, so if it's pushed shut all of the way, she's learned how to pick it open.

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