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Age: 9 Years Sex: Male Weight: 13 lbs.
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Special Gift Box:
Harveystar, Harvest Moon, Peanut Butter
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January 3rd 2010
January 15th 2005
Goodlife Recipe Catnip Treats, tattling on the other cats and drinking from the faucet in the sink.
Smoke (he will get up and leave the room if someone lights a cigarette).
Itty bitty toy mice.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Daddy's chair, the picture window, the laundry basket, crow's nest atop the scratch tower or the recliner in the family room.
Smoked Turkey Lunchmeat.
He's a great jumper and can clear just about anything. He's also a good herder, like the cat version of a Border Collie. And he's a good teacher. He teaches Ben all kinds of things, like jumping the gate and drinking from the sink.
When Albie passed away I didn't think I wanted another cat, but then my husband started bugging me. I went to Petfinder looking for a Turkish Angora and found Ben. But while I was looking I noticed Harvey's picture and just couldn't get him out of my mind. I finally went to my husband a couple days later and brought up the subject of a second cat. As soon as I showed him Harvey's photo, he was in. We drove an hour and a half to get him and have been in love with him since.
Harvey started his life as a neighborhood stray somewhere on the west side of Phoenix. Summer days in Phoenix are often over 110 degrees. One day a lady found Harvey passed out in her driveway and took him to the vet to see if they could save him. The vet told her he was dehydrated and needed a bit more attention before he could be adopted, but they would call her to pick him up in about 2 weeks. When they called her back about 2 weeks later, they discovered that she herself had passed away. That was how Harvey ended up at Uncle Jack's Cats. His first couple months with us we waged war on the ear mites, and they are long gone. He has regained quite a bit of fur above his eyes, but you can still see where it's thinner than the rest.
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Everything I see is mine, not yours.
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BOCU Birthday Party ***February 9th 2013 @ 7:30 ET***
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|September 19th 2012
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November 7th 2014 8:34 am
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Mom kept urging me to write a journal, but I was so happy playing and snuggling with my brofurrs and humans I just didn't have time. I figured it would be something to occupy myself with in my golden years when I spent more time lounging and enjoying the sun's warm rays. But alas, that was not to be. For me there are no golden years, no time to slow down and reflect or to teach the youngsters respect. So my first journal entry is my last, my words from the bridge. I crossed the bridge very unexpectedly on August 29, 2014. I was a happy and much loved boy right up to the end. At almost 10 years old I was still playful and active but I had a little asthma now and then. You know how we kitties are, often hiding our hurt from our humans so when the asthma turned to pneumonia, no one knew how badly I felt. Mom noticed I was slowing down, but it was Friday night and I was eating and pottying and all the normal stuff. She called the emergency vet and they discussed me at length, but since I was doing what I needed to do decided I could go to the vet on Monday unless there was a change. On Sunday I ate for the last time. First thing Monday morning I went to the doctor and they discovered the problem (pneumonia) and got me the help I needed, but there was something else wrong. Something that didn't show up on any of the standard tests. My bladder, kidneys and liver were great but after a couple days of treatment I seemed to be getting worse rather than better. One of my organs had shut down, and to figure out which one, (and to have a much needed feeding tube inserted) I had to be put under anesthesia and by this time I wasn't strong enough to survive it. On Friday afternoon I said goodbye wrapped in Mamma's arms. This is the first day my Mamma has been able to really come back into Catster, and I see she is crying too bad to really enjoy it here right now. I hope to see her here again more often as time goes on, I have 2 fursibs who are still here and need Mamma as much as ever and a new fella who would really like a page of his own. It is with much sadness I am waving goodbye to you all from the bridge. Thank you so much for all the fun, I enjoyed the groups and parties and kitty friends and treats. I know I am loved and remembered, I live on in Mamma & Daddy's hearts and I will be with my friends in spirit whenever they need me.
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