Nicknames: Baby Boy, King Tux, Pointy Face, The Suit, The Supersuit, Taxi, T-U-X, Tux-a-doodle, Tuxi, Tuxicle, Tuxin.
Gotcha Date: October 1st 2007
Birthday: July 21st 2007
Coloration: Black and White
Likes: Eating food and drinking water, snuggling close, observing Smudge with respect, playing fetch with Sister (like a dog), knocking pillows around on Dad's bed.
Pet-Peeves: Not being allowed to eat Smudge's food. When Sis brings out the Dustbuster to clean up after me. The featherduster.
Favorite Toy: Stuffed duck toy (carries it in his mouth), Oatmeal (now his stuffed bear), plastic ball, hair ties.
Favorite Nap Spot: Human Sister's bed and shoulders, his own soft bed, travel crate.
Favorite Food: Kitten kibble. Wellness brand dry and wet food.
Skills: Climbing to high destinations, excellent soccer skills, making his human Sister happy. He is incredibly alert.
Arrival Story: I crossed paths with Tux whilst adding him to our growing number of Catster friends. I feel in love with him instantly, and I knew that he belonged in our family. At the time his name was ‘Tux- Adoptable!', and he was located within the adoption parameters in Thornhill. I had been told that I had zero chance of bringing another animal into our home, as the loss of Kamara was quite difficult. The ripe age of Smudge was also a deterring factor to my parents, but I knew Smudge better than that! So, I began corresponding with Dianne at the -- link removed -- . She gave me the contact information for Tux’s foster mother, who had recently suffered the tragic loss of 5 beautiful kittens to distemper on September 12th. As a result, she had grown more attached to Tux (who thank God was a survivor), and was reluctant to let him go. By the time of our phone conversation, I had already begun cleaning out the Petaxi box which would be bringing Tux home. I felt grateful to the foster mother for the care she had given Tux, and sorry that she would be giving him up. However, I was so glad that I had the sense to put him “on hold” weeks earlier. He was destined to be an O’Rourke.
Bio: Originally brought into the North Toronto Cat Rescue, by a woman who had spotted him hopping around her backyard. At just 8 days old, she thought he was a bunny at first glance. Tux Royale O’Rourke was adopted on 10/1/2007; the very date in which he was listed as ready for adoption. I spent the entire day watching the clock, and at 19:00, Mom drove us to Carol’s house to have our first visit with Tux. Everyone from the shelter was there to wish him well, as they had grown fond of the little boy. It was so lovely to meet them all. Tux climbed up on my shoulder, and soon after I signed his adoption contract. Before leaving with Tux, he was given a complimentary blanket. I chose a black and white zebra print, as it matched Tux’s colouration. As I peered into his travel box on the car ride home, I began to cry tears of joy, as this little bouncing ball of fuzz had already brought so much happiness into my life. He is known as “My Littlest Brother”, since Kamara was my Little Brother whom we will never forget. His middle name was inspired by the movie ‘Casino Royale’, because James Bond is known for his ability to work a tuxedo.
This morning my Sister showed up at our Dad’s house. She had my Nephew, Red, with her as per usual. Aside from being locked in the bathroom for a few minutes upon their arrival, nothing was out of the norm.
When my Sister has to go to work or anywhere she can’t bring Red, he is always here at “daycare”.
Alas, the bathroom door opened, and although Red tried to sneak in, only Sister entered. She scooped me up and cuddled me. I was then led into the hallway and placed into the travel box which originally belonged to Negra.
Red soon joined me in the backseat of Sister’s car, and we were seated faced to face in our travel boxes. When the car stopped, we were at our vet’s office for the first time together.
Red and I were both weighed on the scale. Red is now 12.8lbs and I’m 15lbs. Dad tells me a diet is needed. My weight became an issue due to me being spoiled after I nearly died last February, from a urinary tract problems and kidney stones. I gave my family a real scare as I only had twenty-four hours to live before my medical procedure.
Throughout my check-up, Red was making noises and was anxious to see me. This only escalated when I got my two shots.
Red Pie should have relaxed. Sister said I was a “cucumber cat” – as in cool as one!
After my examination it was Red’s turn. I’m happy to report that he is in excellent health, with no irregular heartbeat. He did alright receiving his two vaccinations, but Dr. Harding found his back right leg clicking. Our family has not noticed him limping or showing any outward signs of pain. The only thing bothering Red was the fact that he couldn’t be in my travel box with me!
Dear pals of Catster and Dogster, I am having a wonderful day! It is largely due to my Sister’s happy disposition. She believes it is her lucky day. She can be a very festive and spirited person, even in situations that would not call for it. Put it this way, everyone else at her place of employment was dressed in gray. She wore green! The lucky green, no not Smudge OReo-Green, paid off.
It was an hour before her lunchtime, and Jeremy (Sister’s boyfriend) showed up out of the blue, not Kamara Blue. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself! He took her out for lunch, where she dined on salmon (lox). I am so jealous! During their meal, Sister told Jeremy that she was accepted into college to become a veterinary assistant. You see, my Sister is 27 and she would like to accomplish as many dreams as possible before she turns 30. She graduated from university with a degree in fine arts, and also has aspirations of working with animals. She says that she is inspired by us, and hopes to spend her life assisting animals. She seems deadest on having another framed document on her wall!
This is a major turning point in both of our lives. These big changes could mean new siblings! That is my hope.
As St. Patrick’s Day comes to a close, we are reminded of a very sad event. Yesterday afternoon we learned of our dear friend Hazel Lucy’s passing. This came one day after our own Chloe’s fourteenth anniversary Rainbow Bridge passing. Our hearts are truly broken for, Julie (Hazel Lucy’s mom), as we only too well understand the heartbreak and agony of losing a family member.
To have the luck of the Irish is to feel lucky everyday. To be thankful and grateful for our family members who are with us, and for those who we will meet again when our time comes. God bless you all.
It never ceases to amaze us. Whenever my Sister and I could use a little pick-us-up, something wonderful happens to our family, in the community. Today, I am ecstatic to be named as a Daily Diary Pick!
Sister has not been very diligent in maintaining our Catster / Dogster profiles lately, and this ought to learn her to always be on her toes! It would have been nice if she had at least changed my main photo, over the past six months...Oh well, I’ll let it go...Even if I do have repeating achievement photos on my page now, she does love me very much.
I do feel loved. I appreciate the congratulations that I’ve received from my fellow site members. Sister and I have recently begun making new friends, and reconnecting with a few old ones. With this unexpected win, we are feeling a tad overwhelmed; in the best way possible! So, if we have not connected yet, please do not give up on team O’Rourke yet.
Speaking of our team....Dad has returned home from his vacation. I now have to organize my time between him and my Sister, to prevent having any feelings be hurt.
I keep hearing little murmurs about the possibility of me getting a new sibling. This excites me more than when I started to chew on the little plush bear our Dad brought home for Sister. To be fair, I wasn’t chewing the bear itself...just the golf club that came in the bag over it's shoulder. It was too irresistible not to touch. It reminded me of my own Oatmeal.
I spent the remainder of the evening watching American Idol, snuggled up with my Sister. We have never seen the show prior to this season, but we have to support our main man, Steven Tyler. If you didn’t already know, we are huge Aerosmith fans.
During the commercial breaks, Sister took a couple of snap shots of me with her BlackBerry. We will save those for another day. This afternoon she posted few photos of me taken over the past few months, during my Catster hiatus. These recent updates should tie me over for the next little while.
Do you still find me dashing?