Domestic Shorthair
Picture of Sylvester, a male Domestic Shorthair

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Home:Greenville, NC  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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   Leave a treat for Sylvester

Vester, Silly Vester, Idiot

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Cuddling with people

Being removed from a nice napping position--whether it be behind the couch or on somebody's lap

Favorite Toy:
The dog

Favorite Nap Spot:
Behind the couch, behind the computer, in mom and dad's closet, in places people can't find him

Favorite Food:
Canned cat food

Is rapidly learning how to sit, lay down, jump off, and come on command; automatically burrows underneath things like leaves, towels, blankets, and pine needles; sits in one spot cutely and gets the dog in trouble

indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
My family had just come back from a vacation trip. Mom and my brother went to the kennel to get our dog, and they saw a black and white kitten in a cage. The owners were apparently getting rid of him. Now, this was during the two weeks that we lived without Buddy, when he was wandering in the wilderness trying to find his way from his new owner's farm to our house. To make up for getting rid of my brother's cat, and because he was so adorable, Mom adopted Sylvester.

He was an idiot. Well, that's not entirely true; we'd been getting the impression that he was smarter than he looked, acted, and sounded. What a question. If it looks dumb, and acts dumb, and sounds dumb, is it dumb? Apparently not. Sylvester was just goofy. And weird. He wasn't around other cats when he was growing up until we adopted him, and so he had no idea how to act around them. My cat, Patty, tried to play with him, but he'd scream like she was killing him--he actually convinced my mom that Patty was trying to do just that. After moving to North Carolina, he met up with a stray orange cat. The stray knows how to fight, and he did; Sylvester was probably bewildered with the whole thing. He came onto the back porch with his leg bleeding like crazy--the stray bit an artery in his leg. Well, he got staples in his leg for that, and he became much more wary when it came to that stray. But when Buddy settled into the house and the yard surrounding it, he did a good job of keeping that stray away--he was less experienced than the stray, but he'd been on his own in the wild before, and he's a huge cat, huge enough to scare dogs away, so he could deal with that stray just fine. Anyway, Sylvester's general outlook on life seemed to be bewilderment. Sylvester's last days are recorded in his diary.

Forums Motto:
The cutest invisible cat in the world!

The Groups I'm In:
Feliway® Felines, Royal Canin® Felines

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 16th 2005 More than 11 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Goofiness to the Max

Thank You

November 18th 2006 8:11 pm
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Thanks for the star, Tippy.


Thank Yous

November 14th 2006 3:38 pm
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Thank you, Ally and Polly, for the rosettes.


His Last Week

July 2nd 2005 8:47 pm
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Sylvester went missing twice before, both times for four days. The second time when he came back on Thursday, he was really weak. He wouldn't eat or drink. He used the litterbox a lot. We took him to our usual vet, who said Sylvester had a temperature of 105 degrees Farenheit and diarrhea and probably a bacterial infection. He gave Sylvester antibiotics and a shot. Sylvester was a little better the next day, but on Saturday he started rectally bleeding.

We took him to a different vet. They kept him there Saturday, Sunday, and part of Monday, giving him fluids. They said he was severely constipated and had a temperature of 104 degrees Farenheit. When they sent him home, they told us that Sylvester's temperature kept fluctuating and if he wasn't better in a week, we might want to check him for leukemia or AIDs. Again, Sylvester was better for a while, but each day after his stomach swelled more and more.

We took him to a third vet. They said he was severely constipated, gave him an enyma (sp?) to clean out his intestines, and kept him there overnight, giving him a catheter (sp?) while he was there to take some fluid off of his stomach. The next morning, the vet called to tell us that Sylvester had colon cancer and there was nothing they could do for him. We told them to put him down. I cried a lot, then we went to visit Sylvester before his death. At least, in those few moments, he was happy and purring. At first, I wanted to be there when he died, but then I just couldn't go through with it. We went home a few minutes before the vet put Sylvester down.

I...really miss Sylvester. Everybody in my family does. But he's in God's hands now. At first I questioned why God would take Sylvester, who was only a year and a half old, away from us so soon when we loved him so much. But, after a little while, I realized that my family's financial situation isn't very good. We can't afford four cats, a dog, a house in Nebraska that won't sell because nobody new is moving into that town, a rental house, and our new house. And Sylvester is in Heaven, and he'll be there when we join him. I just...when I think about what he went through the last week of his life, I feel like crying--partly because I miss him, and partly because of the suffering he had to go through before anybody found out what was wrong with him. I wish...I get mad at the first two vets, when I think of how they prolonged Sylvester's suffering and didn't diagnose him correctly. I really hope that when I become a veterinarian, I don't do something like that, and I wish I knew why those vets couldn't find out what was wrong with Sylvester and couldn't help him.

But...before he died, when he was still healthy, Sylvester caught and killed a frog. It was the first and only thing he ever successfully hunted down. I'm sure he's having fun teasing it in Heaven...and I know he's not suffering there.

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