Sex: Female Weight: 7 lbs.
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October 4th 1993
Tortoiseshell and white
Being fed more than six times a day
I don't really care enough anymore to have a pet peeve
I don't play anymore
Favorite Nap Spot:
On the back of the couch
Canned cat food (preferably tuna)
Excellent huntress, though now retired
The Schafer family moved onto a farm in Nebraska a while ago. The farm's previous owners left most of their cats there, including me. They (the previous owners, that is) named me Dick because when I was born because they thought I was a boy. My mate, an orange and white tom cat, visited the Schafers' property whenever I came into heat--he was very punctual, but of course he never stayed to help with the kittens. When the Schafers moved to the farm, I had four kittens who were almost grown up: a black male with a white chin named Panther, a Maine Coon looking male named Danny, an orange tabby female named Ginger, and an orange tabby female with white paws named Ginny. A while later, I had yet another litter of kittens: Three orange and white ones (Andrew, Ariel, and Snowflake) and an orange tabby female (Jasmine).
One particularly cold winter, Raette opened the door to let the cats in, and I was there waiting. I'd never willingly come into the house before, but I did then. I used the litterbox, declared that Raette and Jerry's room was my personal room, and became a housecat. When I still lived in the barn, I once allowed Raette and Jerry to glimpse my spectacular hunting skills: A sparrow was flying in the air above me, so I jumped off the floor to latch onto a wooden beam and launch myself into the air to nab the sparrow. My hunting days were now over, although I was certainly still in my prime; I just decided that I was old enough to retire. I adopted the other cats, so whenever they came up to me, I would lick their heads as if they were my own. The dog, although bigger than me, was still young and foolish, and I adopted her as well. I often had to punish her with a pawful of claws in her muzzle, but I always ended up taking pity on her and licking her nose. I was a little cat, but I commanded much respect from the others. I went deaf as I grew older. When I was 19 years old, I went into acute renal failure. I pulled through and was put on a prescription diet to maintain my kidneys, which were only working at 25% then. I went into acute renal failure once more the next year and pulled through again - I was a fighter! Finally, I went in for a routine check-up and was my usual feisty self. That night, I stopped eating and drinking. My back legs, already stiff from joint disease, stopped working. Katie tried to offer me food and water, and I did drink enough to urinate twice that week, but it was quite obvious that I had given up at that point. Exactly a week after the vet declared me a spunky, healthy old thing, that same vet put me to sleep. I didn't want to fight anymore. I made it to 20 and a half years old.
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10 YEARS OR OVER??? DOGS or CATS, ♥All Fur Fun♥, Feliway® Felines, kolorful kitties, Royal Canin® Felines
I've Been On Catster Since:
|April 16th 2005
||More than 9 years!
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October 19th 2014 8:32 am
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I passed away earlier this year after a good, hard battle with renal failure. Please read my story section to get the whole picture.
December 18th 2012 12:55 pm
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Well, I'm nineteen years old now. I'm deaf. I have bad teeth. And I'm spoiled rotten! I stay in the living room now, only venturing into the kitchen for my own personal bowls of canned food and dry food and use of the litterbox. I've been squawking a lot lately, though--I don't meow, mind you, because I can't hear myself. My owners are wondering if perhaps I'm in pain. Their daughter, who is staying at home now between undergrad graduation and vet school, is paying for us pets instead of paying rent. She'll be taking Patty to the vet tomorrow for a checkup and is thinking about scheduling an appointment for me. In the meantime, I sleep and eat. And squawk at seemingly random times.
November 18th 2006 8:07 pm
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Thanks for the rosette, Tippy!
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