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.
The 6th of November is always a very emotional day for my family. 48 years ago my Mom and Dad were married in Edinburgh, Scotland. Decades later, 6 years ago today would see the passing of my sister, Smudge.
I was but a few months old and bore witness to my big sister's grief over the death of her oldest companion. As a baby kitten, I wished there was more I could have done to comfort her. Gem and I did our very best.
Last night our family got together for a meal. Upon Sister's arrival to my home from work, Red was acting out of the ordinary. Usually, he will only want to explore the basement if myself or a family member are downstairs. However, he remained at the top of the staircase, whimpering next to his puppy gate.
At one point he managed to get passed the gate. Unlike his usual activity of chewing plush toys, my Nephew ran from room to room. He did not come upstairs when called, and had to be tricked into doing so. Grandma did this by pretending Sister was going home without him.
Once upstairs, Red continued to stand in the same spot. He did not move for his toys or to chase me, and not even to lick the kitchen floor!
My family believes Smudge was in the basement and paying us a visit on the anniversary of her passing, as well as that of the O'Rourkes becoming a family.
Update: As of November 7th, Red has ceased hovering at the stairs.
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.