Photo Comments Sex: Male Weight: 14 lbs.
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Gabe, Gaby-boo, Boo, Boo Boos, Mr. Boo, Boo Bear, Shmoo, Gaby Shmoo, Boo Boo Shmoo, Big Rubber Kitty Lips
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Black and White
His "Mom," going outside, playing with his "sister" Lily
Not being allowed to go out, getting the smackdown from Lily, being walked on his harness (I think he was embarrassed)
any kind of bouncy ball, laser pointer
Favorite Nap Spot:
A warm sunbeam or curled up with Lily
A true omnivore, Gabe liked pretty much anything. As a kitten he would try to get our food, but we didn't allow him to have any.
He was an excellent hunter and incredibly intelligent. Sometimes, I thought he was trying to form words with his vocalizations. Also, he could walk on a leash and harness! Sometimes we think he thought he was a dog.
indoors and outdoors
We visited the shelter to look for a friend for Lily; we wanted a kitten because Lily loves to be a Mama Cat. There was this little Tux kitten alone in the cage, his brother and sister having already been adopted. He was the ugliest kitten we'd ever seen, all toes and nose and cross-eyed, and infested with fleas and covered in flea dirt! I held him and he started to purr; when my friend held him, he cried until he was given back to me. I was in love with him right away. We got him home, took care of his fleas, and he was happy as a clam! He was so tiny that you could barely pet him without knocking him over, and with all of his extra toes, he had really bad balance at first and would fall over.
When he was a couple of months old, he got a little "apartment" - he'd go behind the books on the bookshelf and curl up to sleep. He soon got too big for that, though!
Where to start... Gabriel was the best cat EVER. He was so charming, and so loving with his Mom; all I had to do was make kisses at him and up his tail would go! He got HUGE - lean, but very big.
He had some really funny habits - he had to stick his paw in his water and stir it around before drinking; he'd drink out of the toilet like a dog if the lid was up. He loved to go outside. When he was about six months old, he kept trying to get out the door, so we bought him a harness and leash so that we could take him out and get him familiar with the surroundings, so that if he ever did get out he'd know where he was and not get lost. Eventually we allowed him to go out on his own, though his whole life I always worried until he came home. One morning a few months later, he came to the door meowing pitifully; he'd tried to play with a skunk and gotten sprayed! Once he captured a baby bird and left it in front of the fridge for us - how...nice. We had to congratulate and thank him, while inwardly shrieking. :D He would wriggle out of his collar so many times, I think we had to buy him five different collars. When he was about two months old, he stole a half-tomato wrapped in Saran Wrap off the kitchen table, and for two days he dragged it around and would GROWL if you tried to take it away, which was so funny coming from this tiny kitten!
He made all these kitty friends in the neighborhood, who would come by to see him. We used to leave a window open to the porch so he could come and go as he liked, and twice I awoke in the middle of the night to find his friend Beatrice the Maine Coon sitting there patiently, looking at me!
One amazing thing he did, was when we took him with us up to a state park, and when we brought him onto a trail, he started jogging along on his leash, looking back every few seconds to make sure we were following! It was the craziest thing, seeing this cat jogging along on his leash like a dog. When we drove away from the park, he put his paws on the window and looked towards the trails for as long as he could.
Gabriel died in 2001, when we took him to the vet to have him shaved because he'd gotten matty, and he didn't come out of the anaesthesia. It was the worst day of my life - it felt like losing a child. The next day I drove a distance to have him privately cremated. We brought some of his ashes to that state park and sprinkled them on the trail, and keep the rest in a canister with his collar, a photo, and his favorite shark toy, along with a couple of his whiskers that he'd shed and we'd kept. I miss him so much; he was the BEST cat ever. His life was too short but he lived every day to the fullest.
The Best Cat That Ever Lived
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|March 8th 2006
||More than 9 years!
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