Jack the GiantCat HumphreyRIP

Domestic Shorthair/Maine Coon [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Jack the GiantCat HumphreyRIP, a male Domestic Shorthair/Maine Coon

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"Billi Bi takes a taste of Big Brother Jack while Jack reads the camera manual (upside down, of course!)"

Home:Hanging Out Around The House, IL  
Sex: Male   Weight: 18 lbs.

Billi Bi and Jack in the kitchen.

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"Billi Bi and Jack in the kitchen."

Time for a wash.

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"Time for a wash."

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""Stop wiggling, Baby!""

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Jackster, Jack-Jack, Misster Furr, Big Baby Boy, Baby Dak, Dak-dak

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

January 1st 2003

Tabby and White

Himself and getting in the way and then stopping in front of me so I trip over him--he masquerades as a hassock--, wrestling with his brother and tiny sister

Having to share the house with my mom's cats! Not getting treats when HE wants them (that would be all the time).

Favorite Toy:
Currently the chirpy toy he can chase. He'll play with anything!

Favorite Nap Spot:
My bed right by the pillows.

Favorite Food:
Cat treats. " Got some? I'll take 'em!"

Comes when called, was a wonderful baby sitter when his two newer siblings were tiny babies--he was so delighted to take care of them! He still watches over them. He is an excellent big brother. Also, shedding prodigious amounts!


Arrival Story:
In the summer of 2003 a slim but large cat started to hang around my house. I would awaken in the night and he would be sitting in my window so we began to talk. Sometimes I would hear him around the outside of my house talking and talking as he walked along. I began to leave him some kitty kibble and water but only when he asked for it. But I couldn't touch him. When he began spraying around my house I knew that he was nobody's cat so after inquiries around the neighborhood just to be sure, I managed to corral him and pop him in the bathroom overnight for a trip to the vet for a check-up, shots and his little operation. As soon as I got him in the bathroom with food and a box he purred and purred and rubbed against my legs and was so happy to be inside a house and not outside! That first night my little cat Mamie dragged one of her favorite and noisiest toy back and forth in front of the batheroom door to show him who was boss and it wasn't him! We hightailed it to the vet the next morning where he escaped from his box but ran the wrong way--right into an exam room. I stayed with him until his operation and then left to return that evening to pick him up when he wasn't woozy. THAT'S when I found out that he had escaped from the vet tech when she was moving him from the post-op cage to a regular cage--and ran up to the attic through, of course, a tiny little hole, and no-one could get him down! When we called to him he'd come to the little hole and talk to us but would not come down! I put a box up in the attic for him--I called and waited and called--but he was well-hidden up there. The next night we put a Havaheart trap with food out for him in the vet's and the next morning there he was, a little dirty and looking quite surprised! And so, he came home!

I used to live in a suburb that was very safe for both people and pets and then my cats were able to go out at the sunrise and stay out til after dark. Mamie would pop into the house every so often but Jack would be out all day long. When I called them they were always around the house and popped right in. Sometimes I would walk with Jack and he would fly through the yards in big circles--especially the yards that had dogs during the daytime. We were all so happy. But then I had to move from our idyllic suburb and they could not go out and we were all very sad. He stayed inside and gained a lot of weight, poor guy. Now we've moved again and I'm putting up a cat fence in the garden for Jack and his siblings so they can go out safely here. I called an animal psychic because I was curious about Jack's past and she said that he had been made an "outdoor cat." In other words, his old family kicked him outside but may have fed him. Hence his sudden appearance at my windows at night. I must admit he can be just totally obnoxious in his own way--he does throw his weight around! But to kick him out of a house? What an awful thing to do. I feel so terrible. It's Monday April 17th (I think this was in 2005 or 2006 but I can't remember--I added the date in 2009) at 8:50 pm CDT. About 45 minutes ago I went to the kitchen to make us a late dinner and feed the kitties their evening meal and Jack was lying in the back hall. He was dead! I've been holding him for the last 40 minutes and crying. Then I put him down where he liked to lie on my bed. Lilibet came over and licked his face and his ears and grabbed his neck as she always did when they were getting ready to play-fight, and licked him some more. Tomorrow I'm taking him to the vet for a necropsy--I don't understand why he would die. He hasn't been outside, although he has sat by the locked back screen door. He must have died recently because although his pads were cold he was pretty warm. I feel so terrible. Little Lilibet slept curled up by his tummy all night long at the end of my bed and then the next morning my mom and I wrapped him up in an old robe of my dad's and drove to our animal hospital with his body in my mother's arms. At first all the vets thought that he had passed away from hypertrophic cardiomyopathy but I have wondered if he somehow drank water from a bowl that had a catgrass container resting in to moisten it--was he poisoned? I later read that even though the seeds may be marked organic or safe or whatever they are treated with insecticide or something. So I am more heartbroken thinking I may have allowed him to be poisoned by something I didn't even know could hurt him! Here it is all these years later and it just makes me so heartbroken and shocked and horrified that I may have killed him. I've been crying as I write this in the Spring of 2009. And little Lilibet is curled up in my right arm as I write this.

Forums Motto:
"I am the Giant Cat!"

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The Last Forum I Posted In:
Police officer leaves his K-9 in car to die. No charges

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I sure do! It's the best thing you can do for your cat!

YUP! And I'm a happier guy for it!

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