February 24th 2016 6:52 pm
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This morning at 1 am (2-20-16), this world lost a most exceptional cat. Buddha, born 2-1-03, died in my arms at 2-20-16 at 1 am. I held him, stroked him, talked lovingly to him as his spirit separated from his earthly body and began the journey to the Rainbow Bridge. Feline CRF finally stole his earthly life from him.
Buddha was unlike any other cat I've ever known. He was the first cat to greet a guest. He was the first cat to befriend a newcomer kitty and gain that newcomer's confidence. He was the first cat to take a newcomer kitten "under his paw/wing" and mother that kitten. I might have to hand feed that kitten, but Buddha would mother that kitten, snuggle with it, wash it, help very young kittens evacuate their bowels, etc. Many a kitten thrived because of him.
Buddha would help, comfort, and encourage ill or injured cats that came to me. (Ill cats that didn't have contagious diseases only, of course.) When Lucy Liu first came, she was unable to walk due to her broken pelvis. Buddha would lay with her for hours on the bed, snuggled up against her, washing her, etc. When she first started walking, he was right beside her, encouraging her the way only another cat can encourage a cat.
Buddha truly lived up to the name of "Buddha." He was quiet and loving with all. You never heard him hiss or growl. He's never fought with another cat. Once in a while he would warn someone by placing a single claw on that individual, just enough for them to feel it. That's all it ever took for him to settle a disagreement. He never had to follow up with anything more forceful than that. He always sensed when another cat or when I or another human he came into contact with, was sick or hurting or depressed, and did his best to comfort them.
Buddha was a cat I wish could have lived forever, so profound was his positive impact on others, so amazingly sensitive and loving and peaceful was his personality. I wish he had had more than only 13 years on this earth and I wish to someday be privileged enough to live with another cat like Buddha although I know it's unlikely because he truly was a rare and special individual, a once in a lifetime individual. Still, I look at little Calvin who is very sweet and loving to everyone and although part of this is certainly due to his tender age, (he's 5 months old now), deep inside I hope Buddha imparted some of his wisdom and love and character to Calvin. Buddha's spent an enormous amount of time with Calvin, mothering him, playing with him, etc.There's much more I could say about Buddha, but I don't need to try to write a book here.
October 30th 2013 5:57 am
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It's almost Halloween, the day when black cats like me get a chance to be in the spotlight. I like to put on my best grumpy panther look and take advantage of my height (I'm a rather tall cat) and make myself look as scary as possible so I can have fun watching people's reactions. Mom has a hard time keeping from laughing whenever someone asks her if I'm as mean and scary as I look. Shhhh! Don't blow my cover. Let me enjoy pretending to be a big mean fierce scary black panther cat for Halloween! Its the one day of the year when my acting skills get noticed!
September 28th 2013 9:43 pm
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So far, after Micah's shocking sudden departure to the Rainbow Bridge on 9-21-13, the three remaining rescue kittens are growing and thriving. With a little input from Russ and Christine, they also have names now.
The little red and white boy is named Dovakin, nicknamed Dova, a name which is supposed to mean "dragon born" and comes from the game Skyrim.
The little white with black boy was named "Moo" by Christine because of the kitten's markings resemblance to those of a Holstein dairy cow. Christine likes cows, hence the name Moo. When Russ and Christine get a place of their own, Moo will go to live with them.
The little spotted tabby and white kitten who bears a strong resemblance to little Micah, is named Jag for Jaguar because his spots appear rosetted like those of a wild cat species. He also has earned the nickname Scamp because whenever the door to the kitten cage is opened, he quickly scampers through it and runs to the bedroom!
Every day the kittens each get one on one human handling, play, and socialization time away from their mother and the other kittens. Every time, Buddha comes and "supervises" the socialization, helping, encouraging, and mothering the kittens and sometimes helping me by keeping a kitten from running out of reach under the bed!