Nicknames: Tasha, Pussy gato, Tash, First and Furriest Baby, Tash the Stampede: The Feline Typhoon, Tuna-pants, Little Tasha Tuna Breath (by all the children in Mommy's class!)
Birthday: February 2nd 2003
Likes: Home made catnip mice, window shelf, playing with Daddy, email, exotic new treats, exploring Grandma's house, MILK!
Pet-Peeves: Leashes, beef cat food, humidity, little loud doggies, worms
Favorite Toy: My mousie that mommy made me, but I like it best when she dips it in the catnip!
Favorite Nap Spot: Mommy and Daddy's bed
Favorite Food: Whatever Mommy and Daddy are eating, MILK!
Skills: I can make my humans meow, just by meowing at them. Also if I look at them just the right way and dig my claws into their legs they will give me MILK!
Arrival Story: As told by Tasha's Mommy: We actually went to the adoption clinic to ask about another cat. But since she wasn't there we filled out an adoption form and were about to leave. Then Tasha's foster mom came in, and the woman running the clinic INSISTED that we look at her. Boo (her name at the time) was thought to be a drop, as in abandoned, because her social skills were considered too well mannered to be feral. Her foster Mom found her living in an old truck, and was feeding her for some days before taking her in right before a huge snow storm. We fell in love instantly with Boo. We took her home and she had her new name, Natasha, before we even got out of the car. Recently we had to have Tasha X-rayed on suspicion of bladder stones. While no stones were found, our vet did discover that she had been shot in the back at some point in her past, probably with a BB gun. She has a BB pellet stuck in her lower back near her spine. This new information has caused us to lower her number of lives left. What other secrets do you hide, Natasha?
Bio: Tasha became seriously ill in a very short time. In the span of 4 days she went from a seemingly healthy kitty to unable to move, having seizures, and unable to eat or drink. We made the heartbreaking decision to have her put to sleep, to end the suffering and pain we could see she was in. She has been lovingly buried in our back yard near the pond, with all her mice I've knitted for her, toys I've made her, food and milk, catnip and her collars. Tasha was the most loving cat I have every known. She was happy and chirpy for the greater part of her life with us. I am honored to have been her Mommy, and I know she got the most love and attention from us she possibly could have. We will truly miss her.
This morning Tasha was worse than ever. Unable to move, having seizures, her eyes jiggling, and her crying in pain every time we touched her, Tasha was letting us know that we couldn't wait any longer. At 9 this morning we bundled her into the car and took her to the emergency vet's office to have her euthanized.
The doctor spoke with us and assured us we had made the right decision. As she injected the medicine into Tasha's catheter, our little baby stopped breathing almost immediately. The doctor checked for her heartbeat. She was gone.
We brought her home in a little coffin. We tucked in her toys and mice that I have made her over the years. A handful of her food, a syringe of milk, a bag of catnip. We put in her collars, her little towel, and tied her coffin shut with some yarn decorations that the children in my class made for her when they heard she was dying.
Her Daddy and I dug her grave near the pond in the backyard, and buried her there where she could be with the fish and birds that she liked to watch from the windows.
Tasha, you've left a gaping hole in our hearts. You helped us through some difficult times, helped us heal after our losses. I never imagined I would have to say goodbye to you so soon.
I leave all my catnip mice, extra kitty treats, left over catnip, balls, my bed and box, and all my other worldly possessions to my family who have cared for me and loved me so much for the last few years.
Daddy, I love you the most.
My only regret is that I could not be with you longer. I love you all.
It's been so long since my last entry. Things have not changes much. I am still avoiding the little creep, although now he is taller and more clever than ever. I fear for my fur, and refuse to aproach him, even for treats.
Mommy says I'm being rediculous, that he's rying so hard to make friends, but heck, even Auntie Maggie bit him! And Auntie Maggie LIKES him!!
Auntie Maggy and I have not made any further attempts at contact. She remains a smell that lingers on Mommy when she returns from Grammy's house. And I have had no contact with cousin Tom other than Mommy telling me that he HATES my brother. He hisses at the baby as soon as he sees him. Now that's a sensable cat.
I feel old, and have spent many hours sleeping lately. I think the weather is getting to me, and the constant presence of my humans in this house. They are all sick, I am the only one well (for a change, scratch wood) and they are all over moaning and being generally unplesant. Throwing nasty smelling tissues on the ground after making horrifying noises into them. yuck.
I cerianly hope the whole mew year will not be this unplesant. I may have to move out.