Nicknames: Bob, Smuffles, Fluffernutter, Scruffles, Scruffy, Handsomosity, Stinky Britches, Filthmiser, the Bagel Burglar, Roberto Gato, Mr. Scruffleupagus
Likes: love, plastics bags
Pet-Peeves: making him a "pencil-neck" geek
Favorite Toy: busy balls
Favorite Nap Spot: his bed, kitchen table, top of fridge, kitchen sink
Favorite Food: Sheba salmon
Skills: playing tag
Arrival Story: After Rufus' brother died, we went to a different shelter looking for a new companion for him. Bob seemed cute, but not too bright. When we took him out of the cage and put him on the table he walked right off the edge! We decided to take him but after his exam they told us we'd have to come back the next day since he had fleas and needed a dip. When we went back to the cage to say goodbye, he looked so miserable. He was huddled up in the corner with his head hung in shame. We named him Bobcat because of his face (he has a majestic fluffy tail).
The next day we took him home and locked him in the kitchen for the night. After my brother turned out the lights, we heard the most pathetic high pitched mewing. My brother couldn't believe his manly, mighty Bobcat had such a girly voice. That's when I knew that Bob was part Maine Coon.
Bio: Bob was diagnosed with CRF in January of 2010. The vet also suspected he had GI lymphoma. With treatment we were able to stabilize his kidneys, but it seems to have taken a toll on his heart. On the night of April 18, 2011 Bob would not engage with us and seemed to be breathing rapidly. We took him to the ER and were shocked when they told us he was in heart failure. After a chest X-ray confirmed the diagnosis, we made the tough decision to help him cross over. Shortly after 1 AM on April 19, 2011, Bob joined Rufus at the Rainbow Bridge.
Fly free, Fluffy Angel. Love is Forever.
This is all . . . *gasp* . . . Not-the-Momma's . . . *gasp* . . . fault . . . *gasp* . . . for making me . . . *gasp* . . . change Bob's picture. *gasp*
(We checked the All Paws Bulletin group and they said there was some problem with the Catster Plus Photobook. It's only giving you 20 pictures instead of 200 or something. But now we're only getting 10. It's messed up! Pmailing HQ.)
It's been 13 years since the terrorist attacks on 9/11. Many of you cats weren't even born yet, but we remember. We remember the television was always on, always turned to CNN. Momma even slept with the TV on for weeks. We remember in the days after, Momma and Not-the-Momma running outside when the fighter jets flew overhead. We remember flags and ribbons, songs and tears. We remember the victims. We remember their families. We remember the heroes. We remember the survivors.