Waverly (1991-June 20, 2007)


American Shorthair [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Waverly (1991-June 20, 2007), a male American Shorthair

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Home:Baltimore, MD  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 8 lbs.

My rightful place, at the head of the bed.

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"My rightful place, at the head of the bed."

Sleeping in the sunspot.

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"Sleeping in the sunspot."

My Close-Up.  I look like a bit of a thug.

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"My Close-Up. I look like a bit of a thug."

My cute-n-cuddly look.

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"My cute-n-cuddly look."

Waverly's Memorial Flowers, from Brian and Sarah

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"Waverly's Memorial Flowers, from Brian and Sarah"

Thank you, Pepe, for my wings and a beautiful rainbow!

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"Thank you, Pepe, for my wings and a beautiful rainbow!"

Lowly canine, you may share my couch with me.  You may not look at me.

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"Lowly canine, you may share my couch with me. You may not look at me."

This is as cozy as canine sis Abby and I get.

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"This is as cozy as canine sis Abby and I get."

Thirsty.

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"Thirsty."

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Nicknames:
Sir Wave, The Cutest One

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

Sun Sign:
Birthday:
January 16th 1991

Coloration:
Tabby and White

Likes:
Playing "Kill the Evil Hand"; cuddles; touching noses

Pet-Peeves:
When his needs aren't addressed immediately

Favorite Toy:
Stuffed mouse toy

Favorite Nap Spot:
A down comforter in the sun

Favorite Food:
Hills Prescription I/D

Skills:
Will "sit" for treats; talks back

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Living in Atlanta in 1994, a stray cat would follow me home after my workouts (jogging around the apartment complex). This cat was as friendly as could be, and I didn't think it could possibly be a stray. One day, the cat appeared with a bad wound on his rear leg. When it showed up five days later, the wound was still there and was terribly infected. After a trip to the emergency vet, the rest is history.

Bio:
Wave was diagnosed with FIV about five years ago (acquired from his days as a stray, since he hasn't left his humble abode since then). He was recently diagnosed with CRF. After showing some improvement in his bloodwork numbers as a result of being on sub-q fluids, he started struggling to breathe. He was in obvious discomfort, and we had to put him to sleep on June 20, 2007. It was the right decision, but an oh so difficult one. He was, quite simply, the perfect cat, the best cat ever.

Forums Motto:
Where's the sun?

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*****Mac Kitties & Doggies Club*****, 10 YEARS OR OVER??? DOGS or CATS, 11 year olds and up pets, **Tabbies With 'Tudes** , Hey! You Look Like Me!, Cats Who Drink From the Glass!, CRF Support Group, Doc Hunter's House of Medicine, Mixed Breed Cats, Olde Furts, Rainbow Bridge Kitties, Samoa's Detective Agency, The Black and White Ankle Biters, The Hazel Lucy Appreciation Society

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I really need purrs

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I've Been On Catster Since:
August 21st 2006 More than 7 years!

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Looking for a place in the sun.


Cat of the Day!

August 23rd 2009 2:15 am
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Wow! Thank you, Catster, for this incredible honor! Of course, I was Cat of the Day every day with my Mom, and honestly, I'm Cat of the Day every day at the Bridge, too (they treat us right up here), and now to be able to add Cat of the Day on Catster ... it's like the kitty trifecta!

Sincerely,
Waverly

 

Memories from "Grand"Mom in Ohio ...

June 26th 2007 2:47 pm
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I remember how he'd climb up on me when I was lying down. He would purr at me, and we'd touch noses. He didn't like to do that with Dad, and I always believed it was because he was used to a female, and my voice was more gentle.

I remember how, the first time he came to visit us, he was on the windowsill in the den, behind the drapes. When we called his name, we could see him move to the opening, and then he poked his head out as if to say "You called?" We were astounded that a cat would come when called.

I remember the time we saw him on the stove (it was not on, of course) leaning around the corner trying to figure out how to get the basement door open by turning that doorknob. If only he had thumbs. For some reason, our basements had always fascinated him. I guess he just had to see what was behind those doors.

I remember the time we were packing up to take him back to your house, and he hid from us. We must have spent an hour looking for him in all his usual hiding places. We just could not find him. Then, finally, Dad found him under the LazyBoy, not in his normal place, because we had checked there, but at the back, between the wood frame and the upholstery skirt. We still can't figure out how he did that.

I remember being amazed that he could get to the top of Dad's dresser to get to that plant that he liked. One night, we were awakened by his getting up there. This, by the way, was what made us finally start closing our bedroom door, as we were afraid he'd get hurt trying to get up there as he got older.

I remember his cuddling up with Duncan in Duncan's cage as we drove them back to your house after watching them. We were so surprised that they both would do this, but figured they must have thought they'd stick together through this horrible car trip. They looked so cute.

I remember him always drinking his water from a glass or cup, not a bowl. And even those little bathroom paper cups would do.

I remember him coming over to me for a Pounce treat, especially after he was on his restricted diet.

I remember that he would sit for his food. Again, we were amazed that a cat would sit on command. That was such an impressive trick.

I remember how he did not like it when we put that gooey hairball medicine on his paws for him to lick off. If we didn't get it spread thin enough, he was pretty good at shaking some of it off. I'm sure that pleased him.

I remember that he liked to sit on the kitchen chair by the patio door, especially when the sun was there. We actually call that Waverly's chair. I also remember how Abby would sometimes decide to play with him when he was on his chair, and how Waverly would sit up and bat at Abby (but no claws), and hiss at her.

I remember how he liked to sleep under the comforter on your bed. When we'd go looking for him, he'd be quiet and still, and he didn't make much of a lump in the bed. And then, when we'd find him, he'd just blink his eyes as if to say "go away and let me sleep."

I remember how he liked to go out on the deck on your lap and sit in the sun. It reminded me of your story about the first night you had him. You kept him in your apartment, and he just about climbed the walls trying to get out. But then, he adapted quickly to his new life indoors.

And finally, I remember how he would crawl up in my lap if I was sitting watching a baseball game or the news on television. He'd just sit there and get petted. I think he just wanted the love and attention. Then, on his terms, when he knew he was loved, he'd get down and climb up on his kitchen chair.

 

The Next Day

June 21st 2007 5:53 am
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We are struck by the outpouring of support here on Catster.

This was such a shock. We don't really know what happened, especially after we had such a great report from the vet about Waverly's latest bloodwork. On Monday morning, June 18, Waverly was eating just fine, but he did not eat in the evening. By Tuesday, he was not eating. He was starting to breathe hard, and did not use his litter box until that evening. I kept him upstairs on the bed with me Tuesday night, but he did not want to cuddle. He couldn't seem to get comfortable, and I don't think he slept at all. Wednesday morning, he was under the desk when I woke up. He was breathing even harder.

We got him to Dr. T that morning. He said that Wave's heart sounded fine, but he had something wrong with his lungs, and his body temperature was low. At that point, I knew I couldn't put him through more tests.

I can't even believe that he's gone. He's been with me for so long, and as my brother said when I was talking to him last night, he went with me everywhere. He was such a perfect cat. He loved to cuddle all the time. He easily adjusted to any new place. He would have conversations with me as if we understood each other. He would sing with me. He would come when I called him, and he would start running if I said, "Hurry up!" He would always share my glass of water with me. He loved lying in the sunspot and would follow it around the house. He sympathized with me every morning when I had to take a shower and would sit on the sink and meow at me until I was done with that dreadful task. Like I said, he was perfect, and I can't believe he's gone.

 
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