Nicknames: Inkster, The Self Petting Cat, The Old Man
Gotcha Date: November 16th 1985
Birthday: November 16th 1985
Likes: Self Petting and a good drink of fresh water
Pet-Peeves: Mom Bugging me again
Favorite Nap Spot: Close by but never touching
Favorite Food: A little bit of any type wet and a little bit of dry
Skills: He knew the secret to a long life
Arrival Story: Ink was born to my best cat Pee. He passed over the Rainbow Bridge at the ripe old age of 21. He looked young at 20. Ink was one of the last kittens born to Pee who was a pound rescue. Pee was a really super little girl. Ink being Pee's last was kept under her paw his entire life. She groomed him. She protected him. He put up with it but you could see the "Aw Mom! I am all grown up!" Look he would give us. Ink was in the room Pee was keeping an eye on him. Well, as time went on, good old became known as the Self Petting Cat. He would be all happy to see you come home and purr and give little meows. He would then commence to walking back and forth just at finger tip distance while rubbing against anything close by. Self petting of course. Always near but always right at the distance of your finger tip. If you reached that is. Odd boy. Now that said he was a smart boy and a good patient. In his first year I was heading to work. As I headed out the door he gave his usual goodbye mew but, it was off. I remembered he was not around during breakfast. He headed into the back room where the box was and I followed. He squatted and cried and nothing came out. I picked him up and his belly was hard. Off to Penn Veterinary Emergency. I had not yet got into Nursing but I knew there was something seriously wrong. Calling the foreman to take over on the way I called the clinic, got directions and gave them the story.(I had cell in 82 or so due to my business) Well he was admitted when I cam through the door. They catheterized him and came out to give me the news. "He almost had a rupture of the bladder. It is still very friable to we need to hydrate him and leave the catheter in over night and then watch him in the morning." So he stayed the night. In the morning they educated me about the problems Toms have with their tortured snaking ureter's. "He may have another blockage soon so watch him closely". Well he must have listened to every word. I never saw a cat that drank so much water. He drank very well on a regular schedule and then would go to the box and let it out. Never another problem. He did not eat much and was only a small cat just like his mom. When he was 21 he just started to not eat. I changed foods. I got a blender. I did all kinds of stuff but it was his time. He passed very quietly. The Boys were all on the bed with him. Odd as they never did that before or since(Except for KoKo who will be added soon). My buddy Ink. He was a good friend through many long years and supported me in good and lean times. He was there when I came home and Pee was gone. I still miss my pal Inky. May he be self petting and purring over the rainbow bridge!
Bio: Ink was one of Pee's last litter. She was a prolific producer of progeny. She always had all black or all white kittens so her lineage is surely about. Ink passed quietly on the bed surrounded by all his fur pals and Pops December 7th 2007 11:32PM
Forums Motto: See if you can pet me? Reach! Farther!