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Sex: Female Weight: 7 lbs.
|Home:Plymouth Meeting 19462, PA |
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"Hi I am Coco. Me and Amber are Sharing our Angel Page."
"Hi I am Amber. Me and Coco are Sharing our Angel Pages"
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Amber Pretty Girl and Cokester CoCoMoJoe
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March 21st 1996
January 21st 1993
Having his face washed
Anyone he can get to think he is lost and that routine
Favorite Nap Spot:
Snuggled under the covers
Wet or Dry Anything at all in big piles so I can smack gobble
Making every one look for him. Getting lost but not really.
indoors and outdoors
Angel Coco's Story:
I have to look for a photo from after he has his little nose cleaned. Goodness he just rubbed against any and every thing around and needed daily cleaning. Of course I learned this over time. He was not my cat to begin with. He was my mother's. He was given to Mom by our vet. He was no longer wanted by a breeder. I do not know the exact reason, but... Any breeder who would just abandon one of their cats like this, well... Anyhow. He came to Mom. He would sit on her all day while she did her crochet. Mom did a lot of little dog rescue so the door to the pen would be open and, of course, cats do not listen to "stay inside". HoHo. So mother would always be walking around the house looking for CoCo. "CoCo! CoCo! Where is CoCo?" She would go back inside. He would then walk up to me(I would be in the garage building this or that motorcycle) and look up and say: "Meow! I go in now". I would walk around front and open the outer door(We have a duplex) and then mom's door and in he would run. "CoCo's here". That was a daily routine of his. Actually I think he liked all the fuss. Well Mom did pass the mortal coil. Some of the little rescues passed. My sister had Amber, Max and CoCo. So one day I am heading to work and find the trash torn open(Sis puts the chicken bones out after cooking for the crew) Something was out there. We have a bit of land and it is pretty rural right were we are. Foxes, etc. So that night my sister tells me CoCo is missing. Well we check the garage even though I was not out there. Call and call. She is upset so I make some fliers. She puts them up all over the road we live on and at the local shops. Nothing. For 2 weeks nothing. Then she gets a call. A woman found CoCo in a parking lot. Sick. Thin as bone. Found about a week after he went missing. She took him to the vet's and then home. She herself had been ill and out of work for a week. She found out about the flier when she called a workmate. So arrangements were made and CoCo came home. Sis and I took him to our vet for checkups and all was fine, but he was a skinny boy. This was a close call. He was never anything but a breeder in a cage so he had no idea of how to handle himself. When I had first heard about him being missing I was sure he was gone. Sure he was chased by whatever was in the trash as a tasty tid-bit. Lucky boy he got away. I had not told my sister about that issue until he came home. After this escapade I was of the mind he was getting up in years and should be an inside kitty from now on. Well sis has the dogs and pen thing going on. CoCo had the escape thing going on. You don't need a billboard to know the result. I come home and he is doing his "let me in". A few days of this and, well, I did get a bit testy. I decided that he would be up with the boyz! That was that. Sis was a bit upset. I reminded her he was only up the stairs. Come and visit every day. We buried the hatchet. So we got to see a little hairless cat and his big personality up close. I had to add a bowl of dry to cover what he ate. Vacuum boy that he was.
So as above in my endless story telling style is the Cokester. He never really buddied up to the boyz but they tolerated him. We had a fine time and he loved to snuggle. I would get home and they are all on the step with CoCo out front asking to be held. Little(Big HoHo)claws on my pants looking up. Wanting me to finish all dinner and such and sit down so he can climb up and rub his little face(mostly dirty so this was wipe time too) against mine. Then off to bed and he would push under the covers and lay down next to my leg. It was a real tough week after he went over the bridge not having him close every minute. Ah well. Another story I hope will be forever on the web. Miss you little baldy.
Amber Angel's Story:
Nickname: Amber Pretty Girl
Story: Well I will not give my long story, yet, HoHo. Anyhow Amber was one of my mothers rescues. I never got the full story but I am pretty sure she was just dumped and someone gave her to mom. We never knew how old she was. She was an in and out cat. She was sweet as the morning dew. Never a hiss or swat. She lived with mom and sis in that half of the house and had the run of the yard. She never got upset with the little doggies there. She would just look up smiling as they yipped and jumped on her. I would pick her up, wet with dog drool, and her little motor would start up even louder. She made it a point to be on the porch when I came home and would get a good pet every day and then when I went in she would let me open moms door to let her in "Ambers home" Then I would go in to my boyz. Amber had beautiful soft fur. The kind that gets on everything HoHo. I would have to kind of sidestep her if I had an important meeting as she would get that long hair all over my pants in a second. I ended up just keeping a lint roller in the truck. Many days I just forgot. I mean really. Some pinhead once said "you have a dog?" "No, several cats." He then said something as if a concerned uncle about the hair as if I was oblivious. A stare with a "Don't Care!" ended that little repartee. Ah well I am going on am I not. Well the days pass. Time goes on. Amber was always a very tiny little thing, but, she was getting boney. To the vet. Started the thyroid medications. Better for a bit. Another 6 months or so. I moved her into the cat side of the house and she was wonderful with everyone. She did ruin a vacuum that clogged so often I threw it out. At the end she could not get around but really wanted to be with me so we sat on the couch every night and I would sleep there with her on a little towel next to me purring the whole time she was awake. So she went very quietly one night. I felt and heard a little cough as my hand was on her side. I sat there till morning. Little Girl Amber had a wonderful loving life and I am blessed to have been a little part of it. I will remember you always.
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