Photo Comments (1)Sex: Male Weight: 20 lbs.
"One of my first photos of Critter, 1990"
"Critter's favorite place for a nap"
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"Matching chair and cat"
"Showing off the tummy"
"Indulging his shoe obsession"
"Well, of course the box is mine!"
"A favorite perch"
"One of my last pictures of Critter, 1999" [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
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Tuna, socks (he carried them around in his mouth), lying on my shoes, sleeping
veterinarians, other cats, being groomed
paper wads and foil balls when he was younger, feather wand
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He ate mostly dry cat food (Purina) and showed little interest in most human food. However, he loved tuna and came running whenever I opened a can of it. It was his special treat.
playing fetch with paper wads (when he was younger), terrorizing veterinarians
I took in Critter when he was about 7 years old from a relative who could no longer keep him.
Critter's original family found him as a young orphan kitten and bottle raised him. They named him "Critter" because he was such tiny little thing when he was found. He would grow to be quite a large cat! They later gave him to my relative, who was a friend of the family. Critter lived with her for several years before I took him in. He was the first cat I owned after I moved out on my own. He soon proved to be a challenge. He had to be bathed and brushed frequently, because he didn't groom himself properly, and his fur matted easily. He tolerated baths, but hated to be brushed and complained mightily when I had to try to get mats out of him. Later I took him in to the vet every summer to get a "lion cut," which made our lives easier. He hated vet visits with a passion, and transformed into a growling, hissing wild animal as soon he was in the examining room. He would often urinate and/or defecate on the examining table and bit an assistant on at least one occasion. As he aged, he suffered from a weight problem, arthritis, and a sensitive stomach and didn't always use his litterbox. Nevertheless, I was patient with Critter and helped him as much as I could, although I was sometimes struggling financially. He could be rather crotchety, but he was friendly with most people (except vets), and liked being petted and getting attention. He also liked getting in my lap and sleeping on the bed with me at night. He died in late July 1999 at the age of 16, after contracting an infection that he was just too weak to fight. I had him buried in a nice little pet cemetery in the country operated by the Denton (Texas) Humane Society. Rest in peace, sweetie.
Terror of the Vet's Office
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May 30th 2011 9:35 am
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In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae (1872-1918)
Please take time today to remember all those who have given their lives in the service of their country.
July 31st 2010 6:58 pm
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Mom and I want to thank all of my friends on Catster and Dogster who sent me rosettes, gifts and messages in honor of my 11th Bridge Anniversary yesterday. Thanks to Ginger, Sassy & Pepper, Adam Dylan & family, Mr. Sam, Dino, Sparky, Baby Girl & family, Arrow & family, Albert, Athena, and Riley & Skippy for the lovely rosettes and gifts. Thank you, Ishtar, for your kind comments to my last diary entry. Thank you to Felix's and my friends in Happy Kitties, The Kitties' Club, Rainbow Bridge Kitties, Olde Furts, P*I*F (Paw It Forward), and I'm No Longer Alone for remembering me yesterday.
A special thank you to Dino (from Dogster) for creating the very nice remembrance photo for me and for the fun party in P*I*F yesterday, and to Oreo's sweet Bridge sis Eve for hosting a special breakfast at TKC in honor of all our fellow Rainbow Bridge angels. She also took time to give me a special gift.
It's still difficult for Mom to think about my passing, but our wonderful friends on Catster and Dogster have been a big help. God bless you all!
July 30th 2009 7:08 am
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Ten years ago today I made my journey to the Rainbow Bridge. Hard to believe it's been that long. It wasn't an easy journey - my last week on earth was a rough one. I was really sick with yet another infection and just got worse as the week went on. Mom and the vet did what they could. She gave me my medicine and tried to get me to eat and drink, but I just wouldn't, or couldn't. Mom knew it was bad when I wouldn't eat my favorite treat - tuna. She tried getting a special food from the vet into me with a syringe, and as weak as I was, I fought her. I think I knew it was my time to go. Mom finally realized that, too, and decided on that last morning to call the vet and take me back in to see if they agreed or if there was anything else that could be done. She couldn't stand to see me suffer anymore. She decided to try to get a little more food into me - again I fought her and then collapsed. The next thing I knew I was standing at the beautiful Rainbow Bridge, and there were many furs there to greet me. Among them were Mom's childhood cats - Tiger, Blue Boy, Black Jack, Si, and Ming. I was healthy once more, and I craved my tuna again! How happy I was when I found out I could eat as much of it as I wanted up here!
Mom, I don't want you to feel bad about the way I passed. I know you felt guilty and thought that you caused me unnecessary suffering. Thinking about it ten years later, you still feel bad. But please don't. Don't you remember how much I hated going to the vet? I didn't want to make my final journey there - I wanted to make it from home, with just you there. I love you, Mom. I wasn't always easy to live with, but you never abandoned me or pawned me off on someone else. You gave me another nine years of life - if you hadn't taken me in when I was seven years old, I probably would've been put to sleep. Thank you for loving me and being patient with me. Please know that I'm happy and healthy here at the Bridge and watching over you and Felix every day. Remember, we'll meet again one day.
Purrs from the Bridge,
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