Nicknames: Mister Pumpkin, Pumly, Mr. Fabulous, Oi! Get down!
Birthday: January 1st 1997
Coloration: Orange & White Tabby
Likes: Playing and / or eating.
Pet-Peeves: Strangers in the house, ie: anyone but us.
Favorite Toy: Whatever is moving near him at the time.
Favorite Nap Spot: Anywhere I happen to be sitting or our bed.
Favorite Food: Whiskas
Skills: He says thankyou when fed and has his own offshore Cayman Islands accounts.
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: We went to the local cat shelter after requesting to see male cats about a year old and there he was in the big room, surrounded by all the others. Except that, rather than running to see us and climbing all over us as the others did, he hid under a table and ran away when we tried to stroke him. He cried mightily when we took him home, but as soon as he was out of the box and into the kitchen the purring never stopped. For nine years.
Until he stopped. September 2010.
He is missed.
Bio: Son of a giant ginger ball of fur and a small white pom pom, Pumpkin was bitten by a radioactive cat when young and now has the strength and abilities of...a cat.
Yesterday, after much soul searching, we asked the vet to come and send Pumpkin on his way. His mouth had been bleeding copiously and he just could not slake his thirst and to drag it out anymore would have been cruel to him. But even then he was still himself. Still purred as he was being groomed.
That's how I want to remember him. The one word I would use to describe him if asked would be happy. He was happy when he got up in the morning, happy when we came home - when he had been outside he would seek us out wherever we were in the house - and happy to be with us. He was always companionable. He was at his happiest when we went out into the garden with him. He would follow us around like a dog, sniffing the plants where we were standing, or chasing a piece of string we were dragging. He was a big old ginge, but utterly without malice. Well. Apart from that one time when he was young and I must have loomed over him and startled him. He boxed my ears and I bled for hours! He was mischievious, cute, serene, and very talkative. Most of all he was ours and noone else's. He adored us as we did him, but would never approach anyone else.
I love him and miss him very much.