Mr. Pitiful


Oriental/Domestic Shorthair
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Home:Grand Prairie, TX  
Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Pity

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Coloration:
Black

Likes:
Pity loved being loved

Pet-Peeves:
Me trying to take a picture of one of the other cats

Favorite Toy:
He liked watching the Video Catnip - would frantically try to find the birds & squirrels in the TV

Favorite Nap Spot:
On the arm of the sofa beside me

Favorite Food:
Any food at all - Pity was a desperate eater. He would stuff himself at every meal until his stomach was distended.

Skills:
He would jump from the ground to my shoulder when I told him to jump.

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
I've always said that I would someday write the story of Mr. Pitiful in a book. On a cold, windy Thanskgiving eve in 1992, I came home from work to find something in the trashcan. When it crawled out meowing its head off, I saw it was a skinny black cat walking on 3 legs. As it came closer I could see that his left front paw was caught in a blue plastic flea collar which was wrapped tightly around his neck. He let me pick him up and was purring all the time. I quickly got scissors and cut the collar off - the stench was UNBELIEVABLE! The metal buckle had cut into his armpit and the collar itself had eroded the skin on his neck. I was so horrified that I started crying. He just kept winding around my legs and meowing. I got him cat food and he ate like there was no tomorrow. After he ate, he started cleaning his wounds the best he could. The vet's office had long since closed for the holiday so I fixed him a box on the front porch out of the wind and said to my son that he was the most pitiful thing I had ever seen. I kept going outside to check on him every half hour & he was contently curled up in the box but would jump up to be petted every time I came outside. Within a hour he was inside with us for good. He was immediately named Mr. Pitiful. I took him to the vet a couple of days later but by then his wound was clean and on its way to healing. He had a week of antibiotics while it healed and it left him with a scar around his neck & under his front leg where hair never grew again.

Bio:
Pity was a very loving and adorable cat and truly one of the best cats I've ever had. He was a laugh riot to be around, always into something, always passing gas, and his favorite activity was to get right in front of the camera when I started to take a picture. You can see his blurry face in these pictures. I only have 2 good pictures of him because he was rarely still long enough. He had a lot of anxiety and used to pull his hair out with his teeth - so much that he had to be on Valium for a while! My heart was broken one morning in 1996 when my husband let Pity outside without my knowledge and he was attacked by a pit bull. I desperately wanted to save him but his injuries were too severe. I miss him to this very day! His ashes sit in my study in a little gold box with a tiny Egyptian cat statue on top. He had such a funny-looking body - real long skinny legs, a mysteriously crooked nose, snaggle teeth, and a HUGE belly when he would eat. I'm so thankful to have had him for four wonderful years!

Forums Motto:
A bundle of anxiety!

The Groups I'm In:
!*~in loving memory~*!, "Cobblestone Square", ♫ THE KIT KAT CLUB ♫ ®, The kool kitties klub, ^*^Over The Rainbow^*^, ^^^Angels from above^^^

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 16th 2006 More than 8 years!

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Catster Id:
300059


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