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Leave a treat for Pookie
Nicknames:
The Pookster
Quick Bio:
Pet-Peeves:
doesn't like strangers
Favorite Food:
Whatever, and lots of it.
Skills:
Pookie is a free-thinker who shits outside the box.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
On the day I put my beloved orange tabby, General, to sleep, I needed to rescue another cat as soon as possible. A friend told me about Pookie, and that he was at a nearby pet store; the people who owned the store wanted to use him as a store cat, but he was too much of a scaredy-cat, so they offered him for adoption. I was a regular there, so they gladly gave him to me.
Bio:
Pookie is most definitely part Siamese; he's a talker. I often have whole conversations with him, especially when he needs his morning fix (of catnip.) I call him my low-budget Siamese.
Forums Motto:
I'm a free-thinker
The Groups I'm In:
Black Cats Crossing our Paths, Rainbow Bridge Kitties
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Lil' Billy IS eating my PLANTS!!!
I've Been On Catster Since:
| August 11th 2004 |
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More than 8 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
60171
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April 19th 2005 4:21 pm
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Last night I expired; during the day I would cry out periodically from my place behind the big guy's chair, and then be silent. I heard Mom saying she'd rather have me die at home than take me to that place where they give you a lethal injection.
He gave me a dose of the drops, and then I felt better. I don't want to cry anymore.
April 15th 2005 7:26 pm
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Last week the big guy finally took me to the doctor. I didn't want to go, but I couldn't put up much of a fight getting in the bag.
The doctor was gentle; he looked in my mouth and saw that my teeth were all crusty, and then saw a lump on my tongue. Maybe they'll figure out why I'm having trouble eating (it hurts!) The doctor said I weighed 15 pounds. He stuck me with a needle and I fell asleep...
Mom is spending more time on the floor with me stroking me and telling me I'm a "good kitty"; I purr, but it feels rough and my breath whistles in my nose. It's funny how they change; not long ago, she was shooing me out of her room whenever I pooped there.
But she gets me fresh water when my water gets cloudy; I'm drinking a lot of water now. I especially like to lean over the sink and get it from a bowl in the sink, so she makes sure it's fresh.
The doctor said the lump wasn't a "squamous carcinoma" (whatever that is), but it is a carcinoma (whatever that is.) Mom is sad; she keeps saying she didn't expect this and how can I have cancer and she just wants to make me comfortable - but then they try to squirt some awful-tasting stuff in my mouth and I get it all over my front. I'm a mess; I can't stop drooling and my front is all sticky.
I like it when she strokes me, though; I purr. And I still sit on Dad's knee when he watches TV.
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