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Coloration: Orange & White Tabby
Likes: His mom's lap;
Pet-Peeves: He has none..well, he doesn't like being ignored.
Favorite Toy: Da Bird!! laser light;
Favorite Nap Spot: Depending on the time of day. Mom's bed; hammock; cat tree; snuggling with grandpaw;
Favorite Food: Wellness (Chicken and herring is a big favorite!)
Skills: Alfie fetches. He is an excellent kneader.(That's a kitty skill, right?) UPDATE: Alfie has learned to give a kiss on command!
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Alfie. Where do I start? He was the only cat I have that I set out to get. I don't mean him specifically but I always longed for an orangie. I have a friend, Suzanne who is very involved with a rescue group here in Montreal.She called me March 2006 all excited.There was a litter of kits, she heard they are "amazing" Oh yea, 2 of them were orange/white. So this time I was determined to not let my heart lead the way. I said TOTAL orange, cause that is what I wanted. She sounded a little miffed.Are you not listening she asked me? They are great kittens! So what if they are orange and white. So I am ashamed to say I said, no thanks. That week-end the kittens went to adoption day at a local pet store. It was nasty weather and the adoption day was not a success. All this time I was obliviously carrying on waiting for the perfect orangie. Thank heavens Suzanne called me again. You are going to be so sorry she said. So OK I can be stoopid but not THAT stoopid so my friend Ellie drove me to the house where Alfie was living. It was a Sunday( March ) Momma cat and her 4 kittens were all there. I made a bee-line to the kitten with a smudge on his chin who would become my Alfie. I held him in my arms. He got very cosy and started purring. I fell madly in love on the spot. Never even held the others.It was as if I was afraid of letting go of him. HE IS MINE or is it the other way around?
Bio: Alfie's momma was a little orangie who followed a nice lady home. Nice lady thought she was taking in a fat boy. October 1,2005 she had a lovely surprise when "fat boy" dropped a gift on her bed. (4 kittens, one of whom would become my Alfie. With the help of her 2 young daughters she did a marvelous job of socializing them. When I first saw him one of the little girls was bringing out the 2 brothers. One each hanging like a stuffed toy from her arms. I am also happy to say that the nice lady (whose name I don't recall.) ended up giving away the babies but she kept mama cat:)
When my vet first met Alfie she said she wanted him!!! I mean she really did!!! She had me call the nice lady to see if Alfie's bro was still available. Some lucky person had taken him. (Wish it had been me.)
CATSTER HONORS: DDP ~JULY 26/2007
DDP ~ NOV 02/2007
DIARY OF THE DAY~ NOV 05/2007
DDP~JAN/ 28/2008
DDP~FEB/21/2008
CAT OF THE WEEK :Week of August 18 2008
Forums Motto: Little boy in a catsuit
The Last Forum I Posted In: The Get Well Purr List
A lot of you have been kind enough to write and ask how I am doing..
You know how it is. As in "real life" you are surrounded by love during the funeral but then everyone goes home and you feel so alone.
So your concern is truly appreciated.
I want you to understand something that is very important to me.
I don't want to be pitied. I am trying very hard not to indulge in self pity
I also don't want to whine.
Such lofty ambitions, eh?*Sad smile*
Today my dad is 96 years old. Two days ago he had his 1st panic attack.
He scared me half to death. He really thought he was dying. He kept saying make sure they don't bury me alive ( i.e. to make sure he is really dead.)
It would be almost funny if it wasn't so sad.
Losing Alfie was very very hard for him too.
He already lost most everyone.
Get to be old enough and you do outlive everyone.
Alfie was a true lap cat. When mom's lap was not available he often went and snuggled with grandpa who is more or less planted in his recliner.
OK, that is not exactly true. He still uses the treadmill everyday!
I am at the point where memories of my precious love bug still hurt instead of comfort. I know time will change that....
Yesterday as I picked out a black sweatshirt to wear I automatically reached for the roller lint brush. For one instant I expected Alfie to come running. He had a passion for these sheets.
I would let him steal one and he then would run off with it in his mouth making the funniest sounds! (As if he had prey in his mouth)
And then it hit for the millionth time since he died.
He will never come running to me again
He will never plant his mouth on mine when I said *KISS*KISS.
He will never knead me.
He will never lay his head on my typing hand cause mom had been too long on the computer!
He will never drop in front of me offering his sweet belly for a rub.
He will never wait at the door for me when I come home.
And I became undone.
I went to my dad's bathroom ( I cannot use mine. I keep seeing Alfie in the bathtub.) I turned on the shower so I my dad would and the boys would not hear me and I sobbed.
Alfie was the most painful loss. Wally for whom I still shed tears and miss everyday was a sickly boy. I had felt he would not be with me for years and years and I was right.
Alfie was healthy and so young.
One minute he is playing and then he is gone.
No time to say good-bye.
Does anybody remember the song by the Guess Who, *She's come undone*.
I know I am dating myself, but I keep hearing that song in my head......
*She's come undone
She found a mountain that was far too high
And when she found out she couldn't fly
Mama, it was too late
It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost herself
She's come undone
Doh doh doh doh doh doh doh doh
Doh doh doh*
I told a non-catster friend that friends on 3 continents cried for my Alfie.
She usually doesn't get 'catster" but she said she was glad I had so much
support. A true understatement if I ever heard one.
You are helping me put myself together again.
I don't even know how to begin to thank you for that........
I will ask you for just one more thing.
Please don't forget my little love bug, my Alfie.
With your help here at catster he lives on to enjoy his 10th life.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Love and hugs
Eva
That is the title of the diary entry of my adorable Australian friend Rizza
I happened to visit her page and I read the wonderful entry.
Well, a light bulb went up over my little orange and white head!
YES! Empathy does suck!
I have caused tears...a virtual ocean of tears to flow on 3 continents!
Moms everywhere are sad because of me. Makes me feel guilty.
If only I could turn back the hands of time and prevent all the sadness!!
I don't know what I was thinking, jumping on the shower curtain rod!
My mom is beating herself up too. See, 99% of the time that bathroom door is closed cause of Milo has a tendency to break things........but I digress.
EMPATHY SUCKS!
Please dry your tears. Don't be sad.
I had a wonderful life filled with nothing but love and joy.
And now I am in a place where there is only love and joy. I am with my best friend and bro. My sisters and hey, I just met a little white fox terrier named Fufu who was mom's little dog when she was a little girl.
Sheesh~ she jumped on me and slobbered all over me. Yap, Yap, Yap, she talks too much but she said she is waiting for mom too and one day we will be all together again.
Life is a journey, death is a part of that journey.It is not the end......
I am simply overwhelmed by the love you are showing us. A number of you have written that you thought of Alfie as a bit yours too. That is so very sweet. What a lovely community we have.
What would I do without you?
The heartfelt notes, the gifts the comments, the beautiful pictures...the zealies.
I can only read a few messages at a time cause my tears threaten to drown me but as you all know tears are cleansing.
Your support means so much.( I will do my best to thank you all)
These are very difficult days. My heart is just shattered.
He was so young.
I know all too well how fragile our hold on life is but still, it is so very difficult
for me to accept how suddenly he was taken away from me.
Milo and Teddy spent the 3 days after Alfie's death
lying on my bed just sleeping and sleeping. I am relieved that things are back
to normal. Milo is his sweet crazy self and Teddy is bringing mom (mousie)gifts..
The most amazing thing? The top of the condo that was THE COVETED spot in
the house. A place that was Alfie's but was fought over and sometimes very reluctantly shared~now stands empty.
Tomorrow will be a week that sweet Alfie has left us and and so far neither one
has attempted to use it.
The house is so empty.So many places I half expect him to be........like right about now he should be laying his sweet silky head on my hand cause enough is enough.
Mom, get off the computer so I can knead your neck.
*Sad smile*
Today I was going to write a bit about my Alfie and what a love he was.
Perhaps another day.......