GoofyKat (1989-Apr 19, 2006)

American Shorthair
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Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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StupidKat, Mittens

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-pound cat-cat rescue

Black and White

milk, cantaloupe, seafood

Don't touch me when I don't want you to.

Favorite Toy:
milk rings

Favorite Nap Spot:
somewhere warm

Favorite Food:


Arrival Story:
StupidKat was our first. We saved him a couple of days after we were married. We happened to go to the SPCA and just as we did, someone brought in a box of kittens. Jamie wandered over and took a peek. She opened up the door, and the first one to wander out was the one we took home. Jamie said he was the bravest of them all. Boy, were we surprised! StupidKat is black with a white belly and all four paws. So, his name started out to be Mittens. But, as time progressed and he did all the silly little things a kitten did, we kept saying "Man, what a stupid cat!" And it just stuck. He will NOT answer to mittens. He only comes when we call him by his name--StupidKat. He learned to play fetch. He loved to climb up people. But the silliest thing of all--he played, what we called puss-n-boots. StupidKat has foam golf balls. He used to put them in Anthony's Army boots. Then he would stick his head all the way in the boots and bat at the out side of the boot like he was playing with the ball. Then, he would pull his head out and put his paw in the boot. And the whole process would repeat. Every time we witnessed this all we could hear was StupidKat saying to himself "I can see the ball, but can't feel it. Then, I can feel it and not see it. What's going on!" You tell me that's not a stupid cat!

Saturday, Jan 16 2006, we took our oldest cat (GoofyKat, 16) to the vet. His insulin will be discotinued and we wanted to get a new prescription. Well, before the bloodwork came back, the vet offered us a new insulin along with a diet of prescription food (much like the atkins diet). We would have to make the transition over the next couple of months. After the bloodwork came back, however, things didn't look so good. His blood sugar levels were actually quite good (212). But there were about 5 or 6 different things that came back very wrong in his blood. He had kidney failure. The vet gave us some options, but had little hope. Because he's diabetic most of the treatment for liver failure would actually end up hurting his sugar levels. And, if we continued with the new insulin and diet, it could aggrevate and and speed up his kidney failure. We could also do dialysis and clean out his kidney. Nothing is guaranteed and the added diabetes complicates things even more. The vet also said we could just take him home, change nothing, and spoil the heck out of him these next few months. He's 16. He was our first baby. We got him a few days after we got married. This is so hard. It's going to be even harder when he gets so sick we cannot help him and will have to put him down.

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I've Been On Catster Since:
February 9th 2006 More than 11 years!

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MikeyKat (1991
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Crossing Over

A Journey

October 23rd 2007 10:02 am
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This was in MomMomKat's mail today. She has yet to get through the whole thing so I thought I would keep it here for when she's ready.

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The Journey

When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey -- a journey that
will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also
test your strength and courage.
If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about
yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever,
for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.

Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures
-- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even
the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.

If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience
every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling
bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered,
and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be slower --
except when heading home to the food dish -- but you will become a better
naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.

Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the
trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details -- the colorful
mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk
feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole
new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in
tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows:
that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of
surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each
day an essence all its own.

Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around
you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen.
(How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flick and
flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling
dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not
matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in
not letting life's most important details slip by.

You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might
not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for
the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or
driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride.
You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber
balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your
bathrobe tie -- with a cat in hot pursuit -- all in the name of love.

Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark
clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your
pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping
bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.

You will learn the true measure of love -- the steadfast, undying kind that
says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us
as long as we are together." Respect this always. It is the most precious
gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the
human race.

And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me feel
ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human
who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful
companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human
foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.

If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be
not just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be --
the one they were proud to call beloved friend.

I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of
true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one
day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down.

And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet's
time on earth is far too short -- especially for those that love them. We
borrow them, really, just for a while, and during these brief years they
are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit
and heart, until one day there is nothing left.

The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and
sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and
lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew that this
journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken.

But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes
and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift
and let them run on ahead -- young and whole once more. "God speed, good
friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross

by Crystal Ward Kent



October 22nd 2007 5:56 am
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Psalm 36:6:

Your righteousness is like the great mountains,
Your judgments are a great deep
0 Lord, you preserve man and beast.


I'm here to greet you MikeyKat

October 19th 2007 10:07 am
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Althought I never really got too close to you, I tolerated you, and enjoyed your company in my own special way. It has been a year and a half since I crossed the Rainbow Bridge and I'm waiting at the gates for you my friend. I think we will be better friends now.

I look down and see my MomMomKat and DaddyKat cry for you as they cried for me. I wish we could come back and purr for them and tell them everything is going to be ok. But, alas, the spiritual boundary prevents this. We will always look down on them, keep a watchful eye on them and make sure they are ok.

Come, MikeyKat, and I will show you Heaven!

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