Rascal- our OCP Angel '94-'11


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Home:Garner NC  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 11 lbs.


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Me with my twofer bro - Dec 1994

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"Me with my twofer bro - Dec 1994"

Me and the twofer bro - 2011

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"Me and the twofer bro - 2011"

Sleeping in the linen closet, I was good at finding places! - 1996

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"Sleeping in the linen closet, I was good at finding places! - 1996"

but snoozing on a chairback is good for kittens too - 1994

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"but snoozing on a chairback is good for kittens too - 1994"

the things I endured when I was young

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"the things I endured when I was young"

gotta love the budda belly - 2003

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"gotta love the budda belly - 2003"

see I fit in the box, loved boxes even back in 1997

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"see I fit in the box, loved boxes even back in 1997"

Snoozing with my bud Meeko 2000

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"Snoozing with my bud Meeko 2000"

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Nicknames:
Raz, razzy fat, razzymoto, boss man, moose, waddles

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

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-pound cat

Birthday:
March 10th 1994

Coloration:
Orange Tabby

Likes:
A sunny spot to sleep in

Pet-Peeves:
young whipper snappers pouncing his tail

Favorite Toy:
chasing hands under the blanket

Favorite Nap Spot:
Anywhere sunny

Favorite Food:
ANYTHING

Skills:
maintaining order of the younger kitties

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
A kitten we had rescued died unexpectedly and my husband felt so bad that everyone was sad that he went to the shelter to find a kitten. He chose Rascal because he was spirited and chomped (playfully) onto his hand. We have had him ever since.

Bio:
Rascal is now an older guy (13) but he rules the house. He gives some leeway to his second in command (Pooh Bear). He loves a good ole tummy rub, but can be short with any young kittens I may be fostering (He will actually wrap them up in a bear hug and lay on them) . His way of saying "Leave my tail alone". He will then either bathe them or send them on their way so he can have a nice nap. update 11/2010 - Ras is now 16 and has a thyroid tumor, several abdominal growths that cannot be checked due to his heart murmur. He is still happy, eats well, has a purr that is wonderful. He is down to barely 10 pounds but he gets around fine and loves to go out in the yard with me and he sits and supervises. He is still top cat. 9 July 2011, Ras flew to the rainbow bridge today, after 17 wonderful years as our friend.

Forums Motto:
The Moose

The Last Forum I Posted In:
REMEMBER LOUIS ARMSTRONG & CELEBRATE HIS LIFE

Home:
Garner, NC

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 27th 2007 More than 7 years!

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From my lovely Winnie - Why we choose tears..

July 12th 2011 7:05 am
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I know it is long...but it is truth...

YOU HAVE CHOSEN TEARS

The little orange boy stopped.
Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and
wrestling in the warm sunshine.
It looked like so much fun, but in front of him, through
the clear stillness of the pond's water, he could see his mommy.
And she was crying.
He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when
that didn't work, he jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image danced away in the ripples.
"Mommy!" he cried. "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around.

A lady was standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes
sad but filled with love.
The little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water.
"There's been a mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here."
He looked back at the water.
It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
"I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
supposed to come here yet." The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass.
The little orange boy climbed into her lap.
It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good.
When she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he
started to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it.
"I'm afraid there is no mistake. You are supposed to be
here and your mommy knows it deep down in her heart," the lady said.
The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg.
"But she's so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."
"But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."
"That I was sick?"

That surprised the little orange boy.
No one had ever said anything and he had listened when
they thought he was sleeping.
All he had heard them talk about was how cute he was, or
how fast he was or how big he was getting.
"No, not that you were sick," the lady said.
"But you see, they chose tears."
"No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. Who would choose to cry?
The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss.
It made him feel safe and loved and warm - but he still worried about his mommy.

"Let me tell you a story," the lady said.
The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around. Cats - Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin. Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie. Dogs too- Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting.
She smiled at them and began:

A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel
in Charge. They were lonesome and asked the Angel to help them.
The Angel took them to a wall of windows and let them
look out the first window at all sorts of things - dolls and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events. "Here are things you can love," the Angel said. "They will keep you from being lonesome." "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."
"You have chosen Pleasure," the Angel told them.

But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge. "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love them." The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know you love them." So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild
animals.
"You have chosen Satisfaction," the Angel said.

Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal
preserves, some just had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the Angel in Charge. "They know we love them," they told the Angel. "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return." So the Angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the Angel told them. So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love.
"You have chosen Commitment," the Angel said.

But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the
Angel in Charge. "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us and left. They broke our hearts." The Angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."

As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window
off to one side and hurried to look out.
Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs
and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets.
The other Loving Ones hurried over. "What about these?" they asked. But the Angel just tried to shoo them away.
"Those are Personal Empathy Trainers," he said.
"But there's a problem with their system operations."
"Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.
"Yes," the Angel said.
"Would they love us back?" another asked.
"Yes," the Angel said.
"Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.
"No," the Angel admitted. "They will love you forever."
"Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.
But the Angel was very upset.

"You don't understand," he told them. "You will have to
feed these animals."
"That's all right," the Loving Ones said.
"You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."
"We don't care."
The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where
the Pets were and picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the animals' eyes.

"They were not programmed right," the Angel said. "We can't offer a warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems malfunction very quickly, others last a long time." But the Loving Ones did not care.
They were holding the warm little bodies and finding
their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would burst. "We will take our chances," they said.
"You do not understand." The Angel tried one more time.
"They are so dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to out live you. You are destined to suffer their loss."
The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms
and nodded.
"That is how it should be. It is a fair trade for the
love they offer."

The Angel just watched them all go, shaking his head.
"You have chosen Tears," he whispered.

"So it is," the kind lady told the kitties.
"And so each mommy and daddy knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it will leave them and they will cry."
The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.
"Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."
"Oh."

The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying.
"Will she ever stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.
She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the
Loving Ones, knowing how much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them special."

She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water
trickle off her fingers. "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love. And the promise of love once again.

As your mommy cries, she is healing. It may take a long
while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you.
And then she will open her heart again to another little baby."
"But then she will cry again one day," the little orange
boy said.

The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet.
"No, she will love again. That is all she will think
about."
She picked up Big Boy and Snowball and gave them hugs,
then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.

"Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we
go over to play?"
The other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange
boy wasn't ready to leave his mommy.
"Will I ever get to be with her again?"
The kind lady nodded.
"You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at.
You'll be in the purr of every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at
peace.

One day soon, you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for when it's her turn to come."
"I would like that," the little orange boy said and took
one long look at his mommy.
He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew
she had remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.
"I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you
cry."

He glanced over at the other pets, running and playing
and laughing with the butterflies.
"Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be
around, I promise."
Then he turned and raced after the others.

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Seasons

July 9th 2011 5:14 pm
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there is a season for everything, we are born, we grow, we live, we die...my seasons here have ended and my new season across the rainbow bridge has just begun...I need time to learn my wings though - I have so many wonderful friends there Like Arn, Mac, Frankie, My Simon's, Isaac, Queenie, My Smokey's, Marybeth, Jacquelin, Tansey, Zack, Harry, Spunky, Sugar, Scooter, Lola, Merlin, Mak, Hazel, Emily, Freckles, Taffy, Vlad, Alfie, Misha, Max, Sooks, Mr. Sam, Tyler, TL,JV, Calvin, Baci, Amelia, Toonces, Penny, Stinky, Captain, Maxi, Louis, Jazzie, Smoke, Niggie, Dog, Ginger, Jesse J., Buddy, Bobcat, Biscuit, Wally, Ginngie, Sparky, Minxy, Cybil, Tigger, Dusty, Tabby, Nello, Cybil, Wyatt, Thomas, Tommy, Skimble, Queen T, Miss Mickey, Stanley, Punkin, the sweet Creatures Gibbs, Abby, & Scooter...oh my I could keep going and going it would seem so please don't be upset if I did not name you as there are so many of my dear angel furriends...
I think we shall have a grand party in the meadow, dancing, eating, yep I do feel a pawty with my angel furriends coming on.

 

yard time & sun puddles

June 29th 2011 8:00 pm
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when I got back from a trip to the whitecoat (my kidneys are giving out on me, along with the rest of this old body) I went strolling in the yard with mom, I didn't go far..I stopped to rest in my sun puddle...I think they were made special for old furts as they ease our aches and pains and just feel wonderpurr, if ya get too warm the cool concrete of the porch is so refreshing...

 
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