Acquired: Breeder (hobby breeder)
By Lindsay N
Posted Aug 15, 2013
When I was a child, my mother got me a kitten. She was a brown tabby American Shorthair named Autumn, though we came to know her simply as “Kitty”.
Kitty was one of the most loving cats I have ever had. She was shy around other cats but she was a real lover to people, even strangers and unfamiliar children. She loved to be pet and talked to and she was very vocal.
She had the adorable habit of waiting for my stepfather to get home from work. She'd wait for him at the front door and begin to “talk” to him as soon as he walked in. The two of them would have a “conversation” like this for about five to ten minutes before Kitty would settle down and stop meowing. My stepfather always joked that she was asking him how his day went.
She was a very neat and clean little cat. The only scratching she ever did was on an old ratty doormat. She loved to play and she had a moderate amount of energy – active without being unmanageable.
Sadly, we had to euthanize Kitty at the age of 16. She had developed cancer and the vet believed any sort of treatment would be too hard on a senior cat. We agreed that letting her go was the most humane thing to do.
She was a lovely cat and I feel very lucky to have owned her. I definitely recommend the American Shorthair breed.