Dude (In Memory)


American Shorthair
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Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Doo, Doodle, Doodle-bug, Diddoo, Dit.

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Coloration:
Gray Tabby

Likes:
Sleeping under the comforter on our bed.

Pet-Peeves:
Dude really hated it if we got up and moved him when he was sleeping on our laps .

Favorite Toy:
Dude was a serious cat and never played, unless he was high on catnip. Then, he enjoyed paper bags and chasing creatures that we couldn't see. ;-)

Favorite Nap Spot:
See above.

Favorite Food:
It's hard to say because he was very finicky. What he loved one week, he hated the next week. He did love a snack of farm raised catfish once in a while.

Skills:
Somehow, he realized that running away fom unfamiliar dogs makes him look like prey, Instead, he walked calmly toward them. This seemed to puzzle dogs, and they never went after him.

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
We got Dude from acquaintances who were moving across country and couldn't afford the airfare for him. It was one of those "adopt or die" deals.

Bio:
Dude was only a year old when we got him. He had never seen other animals before, so he was frightened of our dogs and cats. He spent about two weeks living on the top of our hutch, and on the top of the Kitchen cabitnets. After a while, though, he calmed down and fit right in. His original owners had stupidly declawed his front paws, but he was able to hold his own by substituting a loud MEOW and a very aggressive attitude for claws. When we got Jesse, our German Shorthair Pointer puppy, Dude wasted no time making sure that Jess knew who was boss. Even After Jess grew to be a 70 lb. adult dog, he always deferred to Dude. It was pretty comical to watch. Dude was very close to our cat, Lucifer (Luce) who was an indoor/outdoor cat. Dude wanted to follow Luce outside, but we were hesitant to allow it because of his poor mutilated front paws. We started putting him outside on a retractable leash attached to a stake in the ground, and Luce would stay by him. Eventually, though, because Luce stayed close to the house and never went towards the road, and because it was clear that Dude would follow him, we let Dude off the leash. After that, you never saw one cat without the other. They slept together at the bottom of our bed, as if they had been litter mates. Luce was a wonderful friend to Dude, and taught him everthing he needed to know about being a cat. As he got older, Luce developed a nagging cough which turned out to be a symptom of congestive heart failure. In the days before he died, he was very weak and stayed indoors on the bed. Dude would go out for a few minutes and come right back in. When Luce died, Dude was lying right beside him on the bed. He and Squeegee, our 18 year old Rat Terrier, became very close over the last few years of his life, and one cpuld often find them laying side by side on the couch. Dude was never a large cat, and he had being losing weight -- food just didn't seem interest him anymore., and it was clear that he wasn't feeling well. In the previous few days, he more or less stopped eating and drinking. By the evening of 7/3/06, he was too weak to do much more than lift his head. And so, the next morning, our vet helped Dude on his journey to Rainbow Bridge. We never had a furkid live so long as he, and we will never forget him, but we know that Luce and his other cat and dog family at the Bridge are overjoyed to see him. We will see all of them again.

Forums Motto:
The Dude 1985-2006

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The Last Forum I Posted In:
Gone to the Rainbow Bridge

I've Been On Catster Since:
February 6th 2005 More than 9 years!

I Was In The:
2006 Valentine's Day Party!
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2005 Valentine's Day Party!

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Catster Id:
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Meet my family
Annie B. Goode
(In Memory)
Jesse (In
Memory)
Squeegee (In
Memory)
Liebchen (In
Memory)
Joshua (In
Memory)
Lucifer (In
Memory)
Conal
Yellowclaw (In
Memory)
Sandy
KolaMochaKiplingMaggie

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Dude's Point of View


At the Bridge

July 21st 2006 11:32 am
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Well Catsters, I knew the time would come. I was 21 years old and ready to make my journey to the Bridge. Food held no interest for me any more, though Mama and Papa wouldn't give up trying to tempt me with my favorite snacks. Finally, on July 4th, they accepted that I was ready to join Lucifer and my other dear family at the Bridge. They took me to the Vet, who gently helped me leave the earth. There was no pain or fear, and before I knew it, I was at the Bridge.

Lucifer was first to greet me. He purred and rubbed his cheek on mine, just like old times. Conal, Annie, Jesse and Joshua were right behind him. And suddenly I felt like a kitten again -- full of life and ready to play.

I had a long wonderful life, and now I am happy to pass the time in this beautiful place, waiting with my loved ones for Mama and Papa to come and take us to Heaven.

Love,
Dude

 

Why?!?

March 16th 2005 6:29 pm
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I ask you; why can't I live out what's left of my life without having to train yet another dog? Is it too much to ask to be left in peace?

A few weeks ago, out of a clear blue sky, Mama and Papa brought home a big, rambunctious dog who apparently thinks cats exist for her amusement, like tennis balls or Frisbees. At my age, I've seen dogs come and go, and a couple of them (like Squeegee) have been perfectly considerate of my status and my advanced age. But I will never get used to the ignorance and ego of dogs who don't recognize me for the superior being that I clearly am!

Kola is no help, either. I don't know what happened to him before he came to live here, but he has an inferiority complex when it comes to dogs. I've tried to tell him that running from a dog is the same as asking it to chase him. I've explained that when he runs, it's like conceding that he's a second-class member of the family; little better than the house mice we sometimes prey on. But does he listen? NO!

Now I've got laryngitis from yowling like a drill sergeant at this new dog, and it seems to be all in vain. If I want to take a nap (which I always do), I have to go upstairs and hide under the comforter on the bed or risk being rudely awakened by the dog's big, wet, pushy nose and smelly breath!

(Sigh) I'll never understand what Mama and Papa see in these beastly creatures! It's intolerable, I tell you!

 
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