Likes: Having her armpits and belly rubbed, laying on shoes, purses, and backpacks, being brushed and around people, and eating - anything.
Pet-Peeves: Being alone, the vacuum cleaner, cat carrier (vet or boarding), and our suitcases because she knows she'll be boarded. She'll hide when she sees either one. Plastic grocery bags - she got caught in one once. Petromalt for hairballs.
Favorite Toy: Plastic Easter eggs - she likes to see them roll and carry them in her mouth, gets silly with catnip, but doesn't play too much nowadays.
Favorite Nap Spot: Any comfortable chair that she fits in, wherever she can stretch in the sun.
Favorite Food: Science Diet, cat treats, steak, chicken, turkey, tamales, chinese food, pizza, cheese, triscuits, fish - but not with lemon!
Skills: Talking Norwegian Forest, running to the door when company comes, finding anyone in the kitchen with food even if you're quiet - she'll find you, sleeping, rushing into the room when someone is mad/sad/upset, will lick her neck on command - see bio.
Arrival Story: I was adopted at Petsmart when my forever Mom came in to bring a cat home. She chose me because I was chasing my tail and she said it looked so cute she had to have me. Mom named me Burbank after the cat in a movie called Lethal Weapon, but not because we looked alike - just because she really liked the name. She likes to tell the story that when we first moved here whenever she vacuumed she would find me on top of the refrigerator. In the movie the only scene with that Burbank was him sitting on top of the refrigerator and she thinks that's so cool! Sometimes I worry about her!
Bio: Burbank speaks her own language, which we think is a Norwegian Forest trait. She makes up words, and sometimes sings them to us. I took her by surprise one morning and she looked at me and said "mang ma"! It looked like she surprised herself too. Burbank loves people! When anyone comes to the house she's the door greeter, and stays in the room to visit the whole time. She has her favorite visitors like my father and my son and will insist on sitting on their laps. They both have allergies, but she is so sweet they can't resist her. When my daughter goes to work, Burbank will sit at the front door waiting for her to return. When I'm running around the house Burbank will be watching me with one eye. I don't know how she sleeps with one eye open but she does. When I go get the mail, she's at the door waiting. If she sees a suitcase she'll hide immediately because that means she's going to the pet hotel. If she needs to see the vet or be boarded we can't let her see the cat carrier either because she sneaks off and hides real good. It's not easy finding a black fat cat under a dark bed! Burbank was on only child (cat) when we brought her home for about five years. Whoever had her before us had abused her as a kitten. They had cut her whiskers, top and bottom. But she trusted us from the minute we brought her home. We talked to her constantly, and it always seems like she understands every word. When one of the kids started to cry, she would run into the room and jump up next to them with a worried look on her little face, and not leave their side until the crying stopped. She is so sweet, she never complains even if she's starving or thirsty. When she sleeps she moans and groans like a human. Burbank loves to be brushed and she'll turn to her other side for you. We found that if we scratch the little spot above her tail on her back she will immeditately lick her neck. If you stop, she stops, resume, she starts again. It's funny to watch. Burbank had to lose a few pounds recently because her knee cap was popping in and out of it's socket. The vet said he only saw this in dogs, but realized she is the size of a small dog! Burbank trapped lizards and field mice when she was an outside cat, but only played with them. She also protected us from a snake she found in our garage. She's very special and she knows it too!
Yesterday was my birthday, and I celebrated it at Rainbow Bridge. Mom was having a difficult time missing me, and couldn't come to Catster to write anything, but she knew it would make me happy even if she was a day late. She doesn't come here much at all because she can't deal with seeing my page, but she is going to try to change that. She wants to pay tribute to me here, and update my siblings pages too. In the meantime I visit my mom often, she feels my presence especially at meal times. Dylan really keeps her busy and apparently he has a kitty cousin that visits a lot, so Mom has her hands full and I'm glad for that. Hello to everykitty, and head bonks to all you doggies!
Burbank passed yesterday. She had health problems for awhile, it started about two years ago when she started getting a cyst and inflammation on her gum which prevented her from eating. The vet found that she responded well to a monthly injection so we continued the shots. The shots however made her develop bumps that would grow and go away.
Last year we learned that she had problems with her thyroid. By the time we learned that her body was in a starvation mode, and she begged to be fed every five minutes. She lost a lot of weight, and the lion cut that she got two years ago never grew out. We got her on the right track with daily medication which she fought twice a day, but it worked, and she gained some weight. Before that she was skin and bones. We got her to gain with generous servings of turkey, and when her dad was home he gave her chicken and steak.
Less than a month ago I noticed her right eye wasn't open completely. We took her to the vet when it was noticeably closing more, and there was a bump just above the eye. We started out treating it like an infection, but within a week her eye was completely closed, and a large amount of swelling caused a huge protrusion to form. It was difficult to look at her. But through all of this she continued to eat, and of course we continued to spoil her.
Yesterday she had surgery. The vet found a massive tumor that was malignant. It was in a bad location and it was cancer. He called me during the surgery, and with my authorization he let her sleep right then, and she crossed the rainbow bridge to be with Ashes and little Bella.
Burbank struggled these last few years. She was a queen of our felines, and she knew it. She was the sweetest kitty, and we miss her badly!
It's not my fault I don't get brushed enough, and my tummy gets a huge hairball. I tried to bring it up this morning and left a puddle on the carpet. That wasn't a good idea because Mom didn't have her tea yet, man, does she get grumpy until then. Lily didn't help because she put her head in Mom's tea cup while she was cleaning my little "deposit".
Anyway, I got the urge again and left another "deposit" and Mom put me in the garage and said "don't come back in till you're done!" so I just sat there at the kitty door and waited. But it didn't come up and Mom called me back in.
Mom's not mad anymore, she gave me some treats, four exactly, but everytime she walks in the room she calls me a barfster. What's with that?