Nicknames: Blackaroo, Black-Black, Chompmeister, the Claw
Birthday: January 1st 1991
Likes: Food, food and more food! Other cats are fun to be around and he loves his human mom a lot, too.
Pet-Peeves: Not being fed whenever he wants (all the time), being inside cars & airplanes
Favorite Toy: Q-tips & milk carton rings. He's had every toy imaginable but those are still his favorites
Favorite Nap Spot: in the window,cat treehouse, any cardboard box or in mom's hair when she sleeps
Favorite Food: canned peas, birthday cake, peanut butter, birthday cake, Starbucks Caramel Frappucinos, Ben & Jerry's ice cream, my plants (if he could get to them), pizza, chicken curry, Chinese food, shrimp, etc, etc..anything edible works for him
Skills: Waking mom up with his claws and/or cold, wet nose! Blackie is Mr.Personality, he loves everyone and charms anyone he comes in contact with.He walks on his tiptoes, with his tail curled over his back at all times!
Arrival Story: He was dumped off at an industrial park when I was visiting a friend's business there on a Sunday morning. There was this little kitty, meowing at me and wiggling his candycane shaped tail, all by himself, as the car that dumped him sped off, so we brought him in, and I immediately fell in love with him, he purred and stomped all over me. We've been together ever since, my buddy.
Bio: Blackie went with me to Mexico when I lived there for two years, he liked it down there..especially lizards that came into the apartment. He and I travelled from Ohio down to Florida in a car, where we now live. He hates cars and planes (meows nonstop when in either of them) but has become a seasoned traveller and doesn't mind hotels at all (especially those cushy bedpillows). He has a way with other animals, and likes all that he meets, he runs right up to them to give them a nose-kiss!
Blackie died today, 10/25/07, peacefully in his sleep here with me. He had hyperthyroidism and died of renal failure. It is the most painful loss I've ever felt, because he was always with me, by my side, through everything for the last 15 or so years. He had a full and amazing life, and I did everything I could possibly do, given my budget, for him. I'm honored to have had him in my life, he loved everyone, and everyone loves him. He will be buried in my parents garden up in Ohio. I feel lost without him.
Forums Motto: Blackie - the Eating Machine-chomp!!
Blackie, the furry love of my life died two years ago on Oct 25. I'm taking this opportunity to remember the best cat in the world, who never actually knew that he was a cat (he had me fooled sometimes, as well!)
Full of life and happiness at all times, Blackie was loving, fun and a big kitten at heart all of his days. He loved to play, something other cats lose interest in as they get older. A week before he died, Black was flinging toys around the living room, having a blast. He definitely knew how to live life to the fullest.
In Blackie's honor, I started an animal loss support group on my ASPCA site. It has just recently hit over 1000 members now, and Blackie's sweet face adorns the home page of our group at all times, along with a rememberance of him. At times I still feel major grief at his loss, but remembering all the good times and great life we had together, I feel better. I did everything I could to give him a quality life. He ate like a king, had every toy and cat gadget I could give him and most importantly, enough love given to him for ten cats. Rest in peace, my sweet one. I hope you're up there in Heaven having fun and playing happily. You are in my heart forever. Love, Mom
After battling hyperthyroidism, Blackie died here at home, with me. He fell asleep and never woke up. He only had one night of misery, his health declined quickly and now he his no longer in pain. I did everything possible to make his inevitable passing peaceful, and loving. He just shut down, and now is up in Heaven, somewhere. I am sick with grief, he was not the usual pet, and spent all his waking moments with me, for all these years. He lived his life to the fullest and I'm glad that he didn't need to be put down by the vet at the end. I made him comfortable, kept him hydrated and talked to him until he passed. He didn't seem to suffer, if I thought he was, I'd have taken him into the vet. So,it was good that it never came to that.
The ASPCA came to take his body for cremation. I am going to have his remains shipped back to our home state of Ohio, to be buried in my parents' garden. I am in agony right now. I don't think I've ever loved anyone or anything quite as much as I did him. He was, and still is, beyond special.
As of now, I am 16 years young. But, that doesn't bother me, I'm still young and have more energy than most kittens. Most cats seem to grow out of being interested in chasing toys. Not me, the older I get, the more I play. Bring them on: Q-tips, milk carton rings, balls, catnip pillows, fur mice, I have a ton of toys. But my favorite is our most recent addition to the cat playing library, the faceted crystal suncatcher in the window! It throws rainbows all over the place in the room when mom opens the curtains, they spin around the room, and my brother Blackie and I jump for them until we wear ourselves out. Then, after a brief nap, we're back at it again. This goes on all day.
After a good play session (or anytime, actually), I stop for a snack. People food is preferable, but I'll eat just about anything. I was even trying to eat mom's silk flowers until she informed me that they aren't real and it's best to stick to catfood. You can't blame a guy for trying. I'm a big kitten, and need my "fuel", so I can play all day. I jump and flip in the air, doing impressive manoevers to try and catch those rainbows, but still they evade me. Someday, rainbows, you will be mine!