Nicknames: Wee Bud, Budrow, Bud-Buddy-Bud-Budrow, Tubecat, Mr. Wibbieman, McBride, the Town Crier. Booohs, Number 2, Chester Cheetah, Charlie Weaver, Silly Little Cat, P-p-professor C-c-chaos, Yakky Doodle -- too many to mention!
Birthday: March 26th 1994
Likes: Uncle TJ! Mommy! Butter! Butt 'mackins! "Throw the Mousie!" Games with Mom of "Grab You, Hug You, Kiss You On Your HeadY" (aka: GY,HY,KYOYHY), playing rousing games of "Madcap Madcats" with Uncle Teege, chasing "Da Bird"
Pet-Peeves: Manicures -- NO! Being held or confined in any way
Favorite Toy: "Da Bird," furry little mice, bugs -- The world's a cat toy!
Favorite Nap Spot: Behind Mommy's knees!
Favorite Food: Butter, butter, and did I mention, butter? Chicken, butter, pork, butter, duck, butter, turkey, and, of course, butter.
Skills: "Butter Speak," "Duck Babble," "Turkey Talk," climbing, getting high on catnip almost before it's ingested, and scaling tall objects in single bounds. Fetching, catching "Da Bird" in a single 4 ft leap with a 3/4 twist, sproinging the doorstops.
Arrival Story: After we adopted TJ (Akerr's Tazzmaniac Junior), we decided he needed a playmate. A friend knew someone whose Bengal had just had a litter, so I went to see the kittens. There were 2 Brown Bengals, and 2 Blue Bengals.
I fell in love with one of the little Blue Bengals, so I reserved him and named him Buddy. The other Blue kitten was extremely vocal, and had been dubbed "Screamer" by his family.
When the time came for me to pick up Buddy, the breeder had separated him from the rest of the litter. I thought she was giving me Screamer, and I asked her if this was the right kitty. She assured me it was, indeed, Buddy, so I took him home.
I have no doubt that she palmed Screamer off on us, and I couldn't be happier. I loved Buddy, and he loved me. We had a very special bond that will last forever.
Bio: In March of 2004, Buddy suddenly lost his youthful energy, and a lot of weight. On Friday, April 2nd, 2004, after almost two weeks of troubleshooting, he had surgery to remove a mass from his intestine. He came through the surgery beautifully, but didn't survive the night. A few days later, we learned that the mass had been intestinal lymphoma. When we lost Budrow, my heart shattered. It's healing now, but life will never be the same without my Tubecat.
Buddy lived his 10 years with a zest for life I've never seen before. He was the perennial kitten, always filled with limitless energy, curiosity, and incomparable joi de vivre.
Life will never be the same without our Silly Little Cat. We'll love you forever, Budrow.
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Here are some poems that SooMa ( my Momcat) and I wrote. She did the writing, and I told her the words for the last two of them. The last one was 'specially for her and her alone. She loved me soooo much, and she always will!
Buddy was the perfect name
For you, my little friend.
I gave you love, you gave the same
Until the very end.
Your “Butter Speak,” I miss it so,
And that’s not all I miss.
From your heady to your little toes,
It’s you I long to kiss.
You came, timid and reluctant,
Into our lives that day.
I’d grab you, hug you, kiss your head
‘Til in my arms, you’d stay.
You grew to love us deeply,
Each in a special way.
These bitter tears I’m weeping
Are all I have some days.
Please wait for us at Rainbow Bridge
Until the day we come.
You’ll see us high upon the ridge,
We’ll frolic in the sun.
Stay with Bingo ‘til that day,
He’ll keep you safe and warm,
And tell you all about the way
You made our house a home.
— Susan L.
My Time Has Come
(Buddy’s message to Susan, Jim and TJ)
My time has come to leave you.
Think not that I have gone
Because I didn’t love you,
Or didn’t love my home.
I felt so safe there with you,
Each day that I did live.
You did all that you could do,
You gave all you could give.
I recall my Uncle TJ.
Our fuzzy little toys,
And all that we meant to you,
Your furry “little boys.”
Now it’s just you and TJ,
The uncle I adored,
Know until you come my way,
I could not have loved you more.
To me, you’re each a blessing
I want you to know that.
I know that you’ll be missing
Me! – Your silly little cat.
— Buddy & his mom, Susan L.
One In A Squillion
I know what you always called me
“He’s one in a squillion,” you’d say.
Then I’d jump up high on your knee
So the two of us could play.
I know that your lap feels so empty
But I want you to know I’m there.
I’ll never be parted from ye
My wee cat-butt’s still up in the air!
Oh! How I loved the “butt-mackin’s”
You gave to me every day.
You’d throw your head back, just laughin’
“He’s one in a squillion!” you’d say.
Now I know that you cannot hear me,
I know that there isn’t a way
For you to know what I’m thinking,
“She’s one in a squillion,” I say!
I know this is your diary, but today I write the entry.
Two years ago today you had the surgery we so hoped would save you and keep you here with us for a while longer. It was not to be, but you put up the good fight and tried so hard to stay with us. Before you left for the Rainbow Bridge, you let the staff at the clinic know how very much you appreciated all they had done for you, and you left them with smiles until they found your little motionless body on the morning of April 3rd. I know you live forever, and that although your body was motionless, your spirit soars, forever free, and filled with the same sparkling energy it always had. You twinkle among the stars for eternity.
We'll love you forever, and we feel your presence in our lives each and every day.
With the utmost love,
Your Ever-Lovin', Brown-Eyed Momcat and your Cat Daddy, Jimbo