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Coloration: Orange
Likes: Tuna, socks (he carried them around in his mouth), lying on my shoes, sleeping
Pet-Peeves: veterinarians, other cats, being groomed
Favorite Toy: paper wads and foil balls when he was younger, feather wand
Favorite Nap Spot: the sofa
Favorite Food: 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.
Skills: playing fetch with paper wads (when he was younger), terrorizing veterinarians
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: I took in Critter when he was about 7 years old from a relative who could no longer keep him.
Bio: 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.
Forums Motto: Terror of the Vet's Office
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The Last Forum I Posted In: Angels' Lounge
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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.
I was tagged by my friend Greta to say what kind of ice cream I look like and then tag five other friends and ask them to do the same. Let's see - I think I look like an orange sherbet/vanilla ice cream blend. Mmm! Now I am going to tag:
Mr. Sam #448437
Peaches #539300
Ginger #266468
Lacey #613612
Hazel #317652
I've been tagged by my friend Greta! I have to list seven things about myself and then tag seven of my friends.
1. My favorite people food - in fact, one of the few people foods I liked - was, paws down, TUNA! I could only have it as a special treat once in awhile, of course, and I knew when Mom was opening a can. I was in the kitchen in a flash!
2. I had two previous homes before I came to live with Mom. She jokingly said I was her "foster cat," but the truth is, Mom gave me my forever home.
3. I hated veterinarians with a passion and let them know it! I hissed, growled, bit - you name it. When I lived with my first family, one vet they took me to told them never to bring me back there again. Success!
4. My favorite game to play with Mom when I was younger was fetch. She threw a paper wad and I ran and picked it up and brought it back.
5. I had what Mom called a "sock fetish." If she left any socks lying out I would pick them up and carry them around. Sometimes she came home from work and found socks strewn all around the apartment!
6. I loved shoes almost as much as socks! One of my favorite places to nap was on Mom's tennis shoes.
7. I was a big fellow - at one point I tipped the scales at 21 pounds! Mom's dad once jokingly called me "Wide Body." Hey, I wasn't fat - I was "big-boned"! MOL!
I'm tagging these seven friends:
BeeJay #520924
Amelia #421905
Boingo #648200
Chadwick #534672
Mr. Penny #154899
Stonewall Jackson (Stoney) #628797
Miss Dixie Monroe #396548
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