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Coloration: Black
Likes: dinner time, being hugged, laying on dad's chest, laying on the kitchen table
Pet-Peeves: sharing us with other cats, especially Jack, giving up his chair, when momma won't let him in the office
Favorite Toy: long tail mouse, wrestle toys (mean kitty dog toy), leather whip toy which he drags to us to play, Christmas bow
Favorite Nap Spot: On top of the refrigerator, rocking chair (cushion ruined long ago and replaced with a kitty bed), strangely enough, this cat hardley sleeps when we're home during the day. I think that may be why he is so neurotic.
Favorite Food: Purina Pro Plan Turkey, Purins Naturals, milk, ham lunch meat, catnip treats
Skills: 14" long tail, catching toys in mid air, saying "Maw", and"maw-ma, talking to himself, he can spell "pill"
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Stinky had a rather unusual beginning. We were wiring a computer network at a trucking company and heard a cat crying somewhere in the building. The receptionist said that there was a cat trapped in the wall between the men's and women's restrooms, and had been down there several days. With a rigged up pole and rope, we were able to fish him out. Boy did he smell, hence his name! Once out he clung to my shirt front, looked up with his still cloudy young eyes, and meowed once. My husband immediately said "No more cats", to which I replyed, "Too late, we've already bonded." He answered, "How can you bond with one meow?" Easy! We learned he was part of a feral litter born behind the building, and was about 3~4 weeks old. He weighed just a little over a pound so we bottle feed him untill he learned to drink out of a bowl.
Bio: Stinky's first night, he slept in my lap, and for the next two years he always slept touching me, even when I'd nap on the couch, he'd be right beside me. He always was a nervous, jumpy cat, but it really got bad when we brought home Jack. Jack was the first adult male we had rescued, and Stinky was too afraid to make friends. He is such a scardy cat, he growls and dives under the bed whenever Jack shows up. When Jack started sleeping beside me, Stinky doesn't (he's now in his rocking chair), and I really miss his special touch. He has grown into a beautiful boy and we love him dearly. Even though he's a pretty large cat, he insists on eating out of the tiny ceramic kitten bowl I bought him when he first came home with us. He still wants to be the baby. To us he always will be. Update: Jack decided he likes the hearth better, so Stinky has moved back to bed with me! Ridiculous, how much you can love a cat.
After many years, Jack and Stinky have finally come to an "agreement". Jack keeps a respectable distance, and Stinky allows him to live here, with no fighting. They actually lay beside each other occasionally, but never touching. Stinky is still jealous, but has mellowed into a very sweet boy, with the loudest purr in the house.
Update: Stinky became very ill last year (2008) and was diagnosed with acute asthma. We have no idea how this happened, he never even had a cold before. So my poor boy is on two medications for life, which only barely keep it under control. When the weather is humid or rainy, he struggles to breathe. It breaks my heart. But he faithfully takes his medicines every day like a champ. My prayer is that one day he will breathe normally again. This boy has my heart, and yes, he had it at "Meow".
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: I had her at 'meow'
Meowlo my friends.
Fall is finally in South Texas, even though it was in the 80's the last couple days.
We got a small cool front in, and that almost always brings dry air with it.
Last night I had insomnia again. I sat on one of the shelves in the living room most of the night. Mom got up several times and brought me a few treats, which I ate. She was concerned because I didn't eat much supper, but I did eat two whole cans of Fancy Feast during the day.
I am still terribly thin, but breathing a little less labored. It's about time to re-order my medicine again. Mom still gets a a kick out of watching the faces when they call out "Prescription ready for Stinky". :)
Well, I don't have any real news, I just wanted to say thank you to all the cats who have been purring for me. I'm trying real hard to get better. I'm purring a little now too!
If I don't get back to write, please have a warm and happy Thanksgiving with lots of good food, family and friends. Sending purrs to all.
Something is wrong with my purr motor.
I haven't purred a note in several days.
This is so unlike me because I purr my deep, rattly purr every time mom even says my name. I purr all the time...but not anymore. :(
Has this ever happened to any of you?
I am feeling a little bit better, walking around a lot. I have an appetite, and am eating pretty well, but my breathing is still very choppy. I finished all my antibiotic, and I am only taking four medicines now. Could having all those pills pushed down my throat have damaged my purr?
Stinkster's momma here...
This morning Stinky ate well, and seemed okay. He is still unsteady, but looked alert.
When I came home from work, he was laying on the cedar chest, in a cat bed, and I thought he was asleep. I was happy, until I saw his eyes were open, and so was his mouth. His chest was heaving heavily again. Whatever progress we made, we have had a little set back. I loved on him, but no purrs this time. He gets so scared when he can't catch his breath.
I put a call in to the vet, and re-ordered one medication. Now it is up to him to fight this, and I am praying he will get better. I really thought we were on the right regime of meds, and that he was getting better. I am afraid to hope any more, so we will take one day at a time. I am going to love him everyday like there won't be a tomorrow, but secretly I will be praying for countless tomorrows. Please join me in those prayers for my beloved boy.
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