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Coloration: Orange & White Tabby
Likes: Food & Dancing
Pet-Peeves: Other cats, and the smelly dogs
Favorite Toy: string
Favorite Nap Spot: On top of dishwasher - loves the heat that comes out of it
Favorite Food: Well, he's on a special diet, so he's limited
Skills: He knows how a dead bolt and door knob work, and which has to be opened first, but he still can't do it. He's very good at figuring things out though.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: We had just moved into a house and I kept thinking I heard "ghostly" noises. One weekend while my roommate was gone and my parents were coming into town, I was painting the living room in the exposed basement. I was a little creeped out about being there alone anyway. I heard "something" and when I turned around, a cat was yawning and stretching as he made his way out of a closet. Well, we weren't allowed to have pets, so I put him outside. Before I knew it, he was back in. I had no idea how, though, until my parents got there. I was giving them the tour of the house and as we came into the back room where the furnace was, I saw this cat coming up through a space between some pipes and the floor. Sooo, I tried to block the hole and got a bag of food to feed him outside. The next time I went into the furnace room, I see this cat pushing his way through about 8 or 10 hardcover (heavy) books that blocked his way. That sealed the deal. He was relentless, and persistent, bouncing back despite the odds. We broke the rules, and he became an indoor cat. He told me his name was King Cat Clinton and that he was kin to the Commander in Chief!
Bio: He has struggled with UTI's and blockages almost since the first day we got him. He now has IBS, which almost killed him in 2005. So he's on a special diet and meds. About every two years he nearly dies (despite his special food and meds) - usually from a blockage, and scares the hell out of us. I just don't know what I'd do without him. He puts up with so much from us, as he would tell you.
Forums Motto: King Kat
The Groups I'm In: **Environmentally Friendly Cats & Dogs (EFCD)**, ♥ Democats ♥, BAN DE-CLAWING!!!, ban declawing, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Doc Hunter's House of Medicine, Homeopathic Pets, Multiple Cat households!!!, Pet-O-Nomics, Rainbow Bridge Kitties, We Support Spay Neuter, Yellow and White/Orange and White Kitties
The Last Forum I Posted In: HONDO'S BIRTHDAY PARTY !!!
Note:: Before requesting me as a friend, you should know that our family is very pro-rescue and pro-spay/neuter. My mommy runs an animal rescue (www.hollys.org), so it is important that only people who are friendly to that are on our friends list. Thank you for understanding!
Other Things We Like to Educate About:: Learn Why Your Cats Should be Indoors
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Mom is simply overwhelmed with all the kindness you all have shown to her during my illness and after my passing to the bridge. She wants to thank each of you. She hasn't been able to respond to every single message or rosette or star, so she's hoping you all will read this. She has been "dragging" - just tired and depressed, and has only had the energy really to do the things she must do (like taking other kitties to the vet).
Bud slept between Mom and Dad the night I died - and he has never done this, even on the nights I didn't come to bed, because that was my spot. And Sarah has been crying and following Mom around. Mom thinks Sarah is trying to ask where I am. I never buddied up with anyone like I did with Charlie, but I tolerated Sarah more than most and sometimes when she would bathe me, I would lick her head too. She's a sweet little girl.
Mom didn't take me to the vet in a carrier, but in her arms. She held me and we danced like we always do, which made me purr. When they were ready, they put me on one of the special fuzzy blankets Mom made for me. I was still purring, and I purred until my last breath. I went easily, which was a blessing for Mom, Dad, and me.
Again, thank you for all your good wishes. I have been with Mom almost her entire adult life and now she's trying to figure out how to be an adult without me. I kept her in line, you know. I taught her about responsibility from the get-go. She was in college, going to school full time and working as well, but it never occurred to her to call a shelter or humane society when I came.
She took responsibility for me when I showed up, and for Charlie, the neighbor's cat that I brought home. She had to figure out how to pay for large vet bills from the beginning because my blockages started almost right away and Charlie was sick too and his owners were unwilling to take him to the vet. She just realized that she never asked her parents for money for vet bills because they might have told her she shouldn't keep me. So she figured it out.
And Mom and Dad didn't go on any vacation to see any family unless we were welcome too wherever they were going. Charlie and I were quite the traveling cats back in the day. We lived in Nashville, TN and traveled to northwestern IL and Georgia 3 or 4 times a year. I always took everything in stride.
There will never be another cat like me, Mom says.
I haven't been outside in years but on Sunday Mom opened the door and let me walk outside with her on the deck and the fenced yard. It was a beautiful day, not too hot, with a nice breeze that set the wind chimes going. Monday I got to go outside, too, supervised.
Last Friday Mom realized that the tumor has grown into my jaw joint, making it difficult for me to eat and take my pills. So I am on almost no medication right now and eating lots of different kinds of canned food. But it has become painful for me to eat over the last few days.
Mom realizes that she can prevent me from having even more pain by letting me go even though she's not at all ready to do this and thought she had months with me, not days or weeks. So she and Dad have decided that today is my last day. Dad took off work. I will spend some time outside if I want and eat whatever I want. Then I will join Charlie Bear at the Bridge.
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