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Pebs, Pebbers, Grinch, Bitch, Pebbly-Web, Pebbly-Poo
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October 12th 1988
Eating, licking plastic, nursing on her blankie, asserting herself, licking the radiator vent, begging for food, talking while shaking her head
humans being stupid, cold air, being petted or harrassed whenever she wasn't in the mood, taking medicine, not getting food when she wanted it (which was all the time!)
mini-frisbee, squeaky parrot
Favorite Nap Spot:
on her blankie, on my neck, on my lap, in front of the heater
Frosted Flakes, pasta, rice, pie crust, tomatoes
she played frisbee just like a dog, could fetch, could steal food from your plate with stealth and great speed, could open up doors, and had a purr like an outboard motor that you could hear from across the room
I had gone to a local pet shop to "browse" (ha ha), and saw Pebbles and her brother asleep in a cage. I kept poking her and calling to her to get her to wake up, but in typical tortie fashion, she would look at me with one eye slightly open, then ignore me and go back to sleep. After about ten minutes of this, she was finally ready to wake up. We bonded the moment we met, and became incredibly close over the years. I guess you could say we were best friends from that day on...
Pebbles was by far the sassiest and smartest (freaky, scary smart!) cat I have ever known, but she was also incredibly loveable. She had no qualms about biting you if you petted her when she wasn't in the mood, and if she batted you with her paw, look out! She actually bruised me a couple of times because she hit me so hard. She was certainly the boss of the household, and would even sit at the head of the table every night when we had dinner. I couldn't count the number of times she would sneak food off my plate the second I looked away...she was a clever creature. Despite her "attitude problem" (i.e., tons of personality), Pebbles was very attached to me and would follow me everywhere. Whenever I was sad, she would never fail to console me. A scrapped attempt at an afghan became her nursing blanket, and over the years it became worn from her frequent nursing sessions. She had a gravelly meow which convinced me that she would have been a street-smart, chain-smoking broad if she had been a human. In fact, I think she was a brilliant human trapped in a 5 pound cat body. She did not tolerate "kitty talk" or "baby talk", and she commanded everyone's respect in such a way that no one tried to speak to her in that way. She was never my cat or my baby, but was a dear friend that I often forgot wasn't human.
She loved to be hugged and would actually come up to me and beg for a squeeze. She led a healthy, happy life until two weeks after her 12th birthday, when she suddenly became sluggish and lost her appetite. It turned out that her kidneys were failing. But she still had some sass and tried to bite a vet tech who grabbed her by one of her hind legs. This led to "Caution-bites without warning!" being placed in bold letters on the front of her chart (I thought, you go, girl!). After she came home, I gave her subcutaneous fluids and force fed her for 5 weeks until she finally let me know she was done. She was put down on November 30, 2000, and I still cry when I think about her. I miss you so much, sweet Pebs...you will forever be in my heart...
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