![]() She was very motherly back in those days and I don’t recall her ever actually clawing the dog. Now, I have to say that my cat Mel is a phenomenal creature. Not until she got too close or ran up too quick, then got a swat. The dog ran all over the place, of course, not understanding what a cat was, or caring for that matter. We brought her in the apartment and the cat hissed and ran and hid in the closet where we kept her cat litter. We bring home this cute little Yorkie, who is scared and excited and I think she was a bit tired too because the drive was a bit. Now, when we brought home Kiki (Yorkshire Terrier), we had already had Mel (Kitty Cat) in the home for a number of years. Here’s a great little video I found on YouTube about Yorkshire Terriers. Skip Forward and just to fill you in, Kiki has now survived two forms of cancer and is at the time of writing this, in her very golden years dealing with Cushing’s disease like a little trooper. And drop the mic, it was over at that point. One, in particular, a slightly more subdued little female made her way across the room and found it quite agreeable to jump up and curl up in Christine’s lap. The breeders were lovely people, and we sat with them in their living room as the puppies tore around the room. We traveled to the breeder’s house and were invited in. Christine wanted a Yorkie and found a relatively local breeder. However, at the time we were living in a 2 bedroom apartment and a large dog was just not feasible in such a small place. Mel was chillin’ around the house, and we thought adding a dog to the mix would be good. My awesome wife Christine Valitutti and I had decided to add a fur baby to our family. Here is a picture of my Yorkshire Terrier, Kiki (when she was younger). With a lot of love, (and string) I won over the heart of this little kitty, and she won over my heart as well… A History Of Kiki “The Wonder Dog” Shantz – A Yorkie With A Cool Attitude She lived in my pet shop for a few months while I got her to agree to a litter box and not bite and claw every human that walked past her. I gave her a nice can of high-quality cat food and she stuffed her face. I carefully removed the feral young and very afraid little pregnant kitty from the box and managed to clean her up. And she had a healthy family of fleas gorging on her pregnant belly as well. ![]() ![]() She was covered in mud, it was caked into her fur. The cat was young, maybe a year old at the most but probably more like 9 or 10 months old, and pregnant. I took the little noodle of a young cat-in-a-box inside and carefully cut open the duct tape holding the lid tightly on the box (at least it had good breathing holes in the sides). So, a cat, at the time, was a bit of an inconvenience, to say the least. ![]() Now, my business partner had a shop upstairs from mine where he sold dog and cat food, but there weren’t any pets in his store, and my store was clearly marked as not containing dogs, cats or birds for that matter. My pet shop sold fish, reptiles and amphibians (and of course supplies). Someone had dumped a cat at my pet shop doorstep. The tomato box moved a little and a small, scared ‘meow’ came from inside the box. There I was, on my way to open up shop and I got to the door and there’s a tomato box at the front door. One day back in … let me think now… it was 2004 I believe. ![]() The pet shop was located on St.Clair Ave West, in Toronto, Ontario. This is Mel, my orange tabby neutered female cat. ![]()
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