Nicknames: Looloo, LoolooBell, He's a Louie Weaver(after the Petra band drummer) Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-cat rescue
Birthday: February 1st 1999 Coloration: Blue Smoke Likes: I love to be held as long as anyone wants. Pet-Peeves: My older brother Stewie. Favorite Toy: The laser light and catnip. Favorite Nap Spot: In my mommy's lap and the couch. Favorite Food: Things that makes me sick mainly, Mom has hit upon Eagle Pack cat food and I have put my weight back on and do not show signs of the IBS unless I someone is careless leaving out food I cannot have. I go through times of craving but Mom does not give in.. Skills: Yes the BEST LASER CAT in the HOUSE!!:D The fastest TOO!!! Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: Looie was born in my daughter's house while I lived in Arkansas. His kitty mother was too weak by the time Looloo was born, and left him with the sac on, so I tore it open, and massaged him til he started breathing. Being the runt of the litter, (which he hates to be reminded of , seeing he is so masculine), he could not get to his kitty mother's milk. Once again I intervened and put him there til he latched on. So sweet. I thot he was a black kitten until he dried, but he turned out to be a gray blue.
It was love at first site and I pegged him as my own.
Well, mother kitty being so tiny gave up nursing him at 3 weeks old, so I took him home and raised him on goat's milk and Whiskas. He has been bonded to me , and I to him ever since.
When he was around 3 I took in Eddy and Timmy, his "baby" brothers. Looie developed IBS, that I have a hunch was related to the stress of having other kitties in the house.
I had all the tests done, all the special diets, and the only one that we settled on that helps him now is Eagle Pack cat food. As long as I keep him away from human food which he craves very badly, he does fine. In fact he is a whopping 9 lbs.now, up from the IBS weight of 5.
Looie is such a loving and sweet kittie. So nice as long as you do NOT rub his tummy. Lol! Bio: Precious Looie lost his battle with IBD. He suffered with it for 10 years poor baby and as long as we were able to keep him from any other food besides the single cat food he could eat, Eagles Pack adult..he did fine, but he would go on mad cravings and seek out food making him ill. He found his way into the other kitties kibble, Blue Buffalo and it took him down like he was poisoned. In just two weeks he we down 2 1/2 pounds which he could not afford to lose, and was in the vet daily until God called him home. I barely can believe he is truly gone and miss him terribly. He was my lap kitty and laser light master. He is dearly missed and always will be loved.
♥ ♥ Looie Weaver I will never, ever find another you. ♥ ♥ Forums Motto: Don\'t call me RUNT!
Hello sweet LooLoo..I have been sitting here thinking of you and your sisfur Neddy tonight, missing the feel of your silky fur as you purred on my lap. You were always so comforting to me after a long, tiring day..your sweet purring soothing and peaceful. I don't cry as much as I did but sometimes I will see a picture of a kitty that looks like you and a pain stabs in my heart, but I know you would not want to be back in that body that was betraying you. I do know that and know you are much happier now, healthy and whole. Just know that I love you baby and will never forget you. Always a special spot in my heart will be just yours.
Love Mommma.
~*~*~Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep~*~*~
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...
I am missing you so much today baby. I still find it so hard to believe you left for Rainbow Bridge. My lap feels empty tonight, you were my only true "lap kitty" and tiny enough to fit perfectly. Your birthday is coming up on Friday and I know you will have a big celebration at the Bridge.
I'm finding it very hard to make your birthday picture. I will but it hurts so much, you left us at such a young age..only 13. Gone way too soon and so unexpectedly. I would not even have thought it would go this way. One week so very healthy, the next gone from me. I have not written in your diary much because coming here is a particular pain. I look outside where you are resting and shake my head..
I love you little guy. You were the smallest kitty I've ever had. I think back to when I first saw you, the day you were born. Your kitty Mother was so tired by time you came and had no strength to tear your sac open. I remember doing it for her and holding you to her milk until she accepted you.. You came to live with me when you were only 3 weeks old. She rejected all of you by then. You were so sweet, feisty and so very small and grew into such a handsome young mancat with fur as soft as silk. Boy could you purr!! Your engine was always going..:)
I love you Looie and will be back to wish you happy birthday on Friday. Kiss Bobie, Antionne and sweet Neddy for me. Tell them I love them but I'm sure they know.
Merry Christmas sweet Looloo...I was so busy yesterday and only just was able to say it to you today. I know you had to have had a wonderful Christmas at Rainbow Bridge with your sisfurs and brofurs. Far more than any here on earth I'm sure of that.. I have not written in your diary for a while, it hurt too bad to come here. But know that I love you and think of you every day. I look out my kitchen window and see the beautiful flowers on top of your resting place. The flowers bloom year round and so vibrant purple, then I think of you. I know you are far better where you are now but I still can't help but have that empty feeling inside. It was truly hard to lose you baby, you were my only actual lap kitty.:) Just know that I love you Looie Weaver and miss you so much..
Why Does My Cat Always Use the Litter Box Right After I've Cleaned It?
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