Sex: Male Weight: 16 lbs.
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Pookie Paws, Kitty Kat, Scardy Cat
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October 31st 1989
Orange & White Tabby
Sneaking outside, Pouncing on one of his mommys, Looking out the window at all the animals
Being held, being brushed, having teeth cleaned, too much affection at nce
a string or a balled up peice of foil
Favorite Nap Spot:
On one of the 'fancy' living room chairs
Friskies- any flavor, he was a bit of a piggy kitty
Sneaking out of the house when no one notices
Pookie was found behind a sporting goods store when he was about 4-6 weeks old. He was injured and because of this, I was able to catch him. I was happy to do so, as it was late November and the weather was beginning to get pretty nasty. He had about 5 or 6 helathy looking siblings, but upon many attempts over many days, my friends and I were unable to catch them- We never saw momma kitty, but was hoping to find her as well so that we could find them all a proper home before the snow and ice started to cover the ground.
At the time, I was still living at home and I knew it would be difficult to convince my father to allow me to keep the kitten. We had 2 dogs and my father claimed that he was allergic to cats and the it would aggrivate his asthma- "If I'm within 100 feet of a cat, I'll have an asthma attack and die". Fortunately, I had on a large leather bomber jacket (it was the late 80's people) and I placed the kitten in my inside pocket where he would be secure and warm. The bulky jacket was also the perfect cover for me to sneak the kitten inside the house.
Pookie had a large gash in his tail and another on right rear leg. They were obviously infected and he couldn't walk very well due to this and hence, his easy capture. I brought Pookie to the vet the next morning and had him checked out by our regular 'guy'. I begged him NOT to let my parents know about the kitten (when they brought the dogs in) or else my father would make me get rid of the kitten before he was healthy and also, because I was already attached to him. The vet agreed providing that I could pay for the kittens medical treatment and follow-up and not have to contact my parents to settle our account. It wasn't a problem for me- I had a VERY good paying job for my age and could cover his treatment.
Pookie spent the next 2 nights in the animal hospital having his tail cleaned, recut and stitched together. His leg gash was not as serious as it looked, but still needed medical attention. When the vet called me to let me know Pookie could go home- he would pull through his infections- I was thrilled, yet nervous.
I smuggled Pookie into my bedroom in my jacket pocket again and immeadiately went out for supplies. I had a keyed lock on my door that provided me the security I needed to keep his presence a secret and pull this off.
My 2 sisters were my backup plan. I introduced them to Pookie right away and if in the case of my absence or a parental 'break in', they would know how to care fro him and cover up any evidence.
Over the next 6 months, my father never sneezed or had an asthma attack- even with a cat in the house. I felt it was time to let my mother in on the secret. I was doubtful, but mom was able to keep Pookie's presence quiet and not slip up in front of my father.
At about 9 months (it was mid-summer), I showed my father a picture of Pookie. He though he was cute and wanted to know why I was showing him a picture of a cat. I explained to him that I had him upstairs in my room and I thought he would like to meet him since he was such a sweet, gentle kitty. My father laughed and told me I was crazy becasue if her were near a cat, he would have a major attack. I told him that the cat had been in my room a while and I was hoping to keep him. I brought Pookie down to meet him, my father started to wheeze and breathe heavily. My mom told him to stop acting up- the cat was in the house for nearly 9 months and he didn't complain of any breathing problems once.
After about a week of annoyance, my father started to enjoy having Pookie around. Pookie got along with the dogs and so there was no reason to not let him stay.
Pookie lived with my father and mom for 13 years. My father never had an asthma attack once.
Pookie was named after Garfield's teddy bear.
After being allowed to live freely throughout the house and outside, he bonded most closely to my youngest sister. Once we all left the house for college or out on our own, Pookie wasn't the same and grew a bit destructive. My parents had Pookie declawed (they didn't know what else to do & fortunately, he seemed OK- no obvious discomfort and no developed aggressive behavior) and his security in the house was solidified. From time to time, he would escape to the outside world and it would become a circus to get him back into the house.
During the years, my father grew very fond of Pookie and as our dogs passed, became very protective of him.
One April day in 2002, when returning from a day out, he found Pookie unable to stand or walk. They brought Pookie to the vet and was told that he had Arterial Thromboembolism (ATE), a blood clot in his spine that stopped the flow of blood to his rear legs. He would not return home that time but instead, head off to the Rainbow Bridge where he could run and play again with his doggie friends.
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Mom's eyes were leaking today.
She finally got around to getting my page up and running as well as my 'step sisters' pages, Gizmo and Sugar.
I guess it was hard for her to think of us and go through what few pictures she could find. That may have mad her leaky too- she couldn't find most of them.
She doesn't *really* know how happy we are here and that one day, when it is time, we will all be able to play together again. She's silly like that.
In the meantime, I've been having the time of my life- uh- you know what I mean. As soon as I woke, I was surrounded by all kinds of cats, and dogs other animals that are all loved by their humans- even horses which I've never seen before. All the mousies and hamsters and birds are here and I can catch them ALL if I like- Of course, I let them go because up here, it's only a game- they can even catch me if they like, sort of like a 'revenge' for their Earth time. MOL
There's catnip growing everywhere and never a litter area that needs to be cleaned. The food is limitless and we never gain an ounce unless we want to. Best of all, my two 'little boys' were back and hoping to make some 'friends'.
If only mom *really* knew, I'd be able to stop her leaking...
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