U-Cat (Loving Memory) 1988-07


Manx/Domestic Shorthair
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Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Little Buddy, Buddy-Bear,Yewy, U-Shape, Little O,O-Cat, Ah-Oh, The Furry Cresent, Thumbs, Turkey Grub, Paw-Paw, Sunflower, Your Royal Highness

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-extra toe(s) -cat rescue

Birthday:
February 1st 1988

Coloration:
Cream Tabby

Likes:
His people, head scratches, walks, going for rides, chasing lizards, naps

Pet-Peeves:
Dogs, especially dogs that had the nerve to cross the line into his yard , having his ears cleaned, taking medicine, having his tummy messed with(he did not care for belly rubs)

Favorite Toy:
Plastic balls with jinglebells, paper bags, gecko lizards,

Favorite Nap Spot:
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, especially, a sunny window sill

Favorite Food:
Sliced, smoked turkey (no contest) Mice Krispy Treats, Moused potatoes & Gravy, Chocolate Mouse

Skills:
Telecatneisis, Mind Control, Comedian, Walked on a leash, Came to a whistle, Rode shotgun (in a chevy pick-up), "Dog trainer", Expert hunter (never failed to provide a nice gecko for the cook pot), thumb wrestling

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
He was the most incredible cat that I have ever known. I found him late one night as I was coming home from my second job. (I was also in the military at the time) He was sitting on the porch outside of the common corridor of the apartment complex where we lived. This was 1988. He was about 8 months old. One look at that face, those eyes, and those toes (6 toesies on each of his front paws)...and I fell head-over-heels in LOVE. It seemed like he had been waiting there...just for me. He graciously adopted me right away. I discovered that not only was he was willing to walk on a leash, in order to go outside; he also enjoyed riding beside me in my truck. (He looked great in a bandana) Consequently, he went almost everywhere with me. He would ride with me on errands. (The ladies at the bank loved him.) He would walk on his leash at the park, or around the neighborhood, up and down the sidewalks. I would hold my hand out and he would stand on his hind legs, and grab my hand with both paws and pull it down on his head so that I would scratch him between his ears. He loved that! That's how he got his nickname Bear. What's more, he would come to me when I whistled. Now, judging from his unusual behavior, you might be suspecting that U-Cat was part dog. But I assure you; U-Cat was all C-A-T. The truth is, he disliked dogs very much. In fact, he was not afraid of any dog, regardless of its size, and he would chase them if they came into his yard, or heaven forbid, into his cat space (We always joked that he must have been treed as a kitten, hence the vendetta.) Once when we were walking with him, along the beach, he went after a huge Labrador Retriever. This particular dog was not only 10 times bigger than Ah-Oh, but he was not the least bit deterred by the wall-eyed hissy-fit that U-Cat had launched into, the minute he detected "dog". Thank heaven that dog was also on a leash. Instead of running from him, like most dogs would have, this one was straining at the end of his leash, barking, and growling ferociously at my little Buddy, and trying to get a piece of him. And U-Cat...well, he was at the end of his leash, puffed up like a blowfish, tail the size of a lambs wool duster, howling, growling and... oh the language!! (Apprently he was SO angry, he was oblivious to the fact that there may have been small kittens on the beach within earshot) Anyway...he was swiping his paws across the air, trying to get a piece of that dog. That's when we realized: HE THINKS HE'S A COUGAR. If we were going to keep him from being eaten, we would need to watch him very closely in the future.

Bio:
Being a militarycat he traveled quite a bit. He has lived in many different states: Maryland, where he found me; California, where he was constantly photographed by tourists as he walked on the beach, on his leash; Arizona, where he put a serious dent in the gecko population and kept one road runner very busy; Kentucky, where he gained Little Bitty as a companion; and North Carolina, where we finally said good-bye. He even lived in Germany for awhile. His very favorite food was sliced smoked turkey from the deli. The crinkly sound of the bag would bring him running toward the kitchen from anywhere in the house. He liked his drinking water to be moving, even if that meant dragging his water dish across the kitchen floor. He liked to play hide and seek and chase. He loved plastic balls with jingle bells in them. He loved to be outside in the sunshine. He loved be petted and cuddled. We lost him the day before Thanksgiving this year, 2007. Now my heart is absolutely broken, and there is an emptiness there that nothing else can ever fill. He was just so perfectly wonderful, so intelligent. He was beautiful, simply elegant. He made me laugh. He could always cheer me up. He was my best friend. I was so lucky to know him. He was pure joy wrapped in a fur coat, and I miss him more that I can say. I will never forget my precious little U.

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Little Six-Toes

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I've Been On Catster Since:
December 10th 2007 More than 6 years!

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Catster Id:
680157


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The Legend of U


Oh My Fur & Whiskers! I've Been Tagged!

February 12th 2008 5:32 pm
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My furry good furrend Manytoes has tagged me to play. Manytoes is a furry cool kitty with extra toes just like me.

HERE ARE THE RULES OF THE GAME: Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to post in their Diary (1) The Rules of the Game, and (2) Seven Pawsome Facts About Themselves. (Just copy and paste these if you like) (3) Then choose 7 cats to tag and list their names in your diary. Don’t forget to purr them a pawmail informing them that they have been tagged and notifying them to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing that they've been tagged. So, without furrrther ado...

SEVEN PAWSOME FACTS ABOUT ME; U-CAT

7. When I was little I had a tendancy to bow up at the slighest thing: noises, sudden movements, my reflection etc. My purrents noticed this and they decided that I looked like a furry U (upside down of course). So they starting actually exclaiming "U-Cat!" everytime I did my bow thing. I did it so often, the name stuck.

6. Lot's of people thought that I had a very human looking face, especially my eyes. Several people commented on it when they met me. My meowmy thought so too.

5. I could make sounds that resembled my meowmy's name, Lorie. I made that two-sylable sound often. I could also, not as easily, or as often, make sounds that sounded like "I love you".

4. I loved my little furkin Zweibel from the minute I saw her. We were great furrends. When she died, I grieved for her. I stopped eating. I stopped playing. I cried. My eyes changed and I looked very sad. I never really got over losing her.

3. I could go anywhere with my purrents because I could walk on a leash, and I could tell them when I needed to stop..you know ..nature calling.

2. I got loose in the Painted Desert. I didn't mean to scare my meowmy, I was just overcome by the vast open space. I slipped out of my collar and...for about 10 minutes...we played "hop-cat" . I would let them get about a foot from me and then...hop...hop...hop! It was jolly good fun while it lasted.

1. Monarch butterflies are protected in Pacific Grove. You can be fined if you intentionally kill one. While my purrents were standing on a sidewalk in Pacific Grove, talking to a police officer, of all people, in regards to this very city ordinance of all things, guess who strolled up with a Monarch Butterfly in his mouth? (I guess I'm just a 'wing' man!)

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5. Seven~ Catster 580554
6. Sammie~Catster 707128
7. Ollie ~Catster 84765

 

This Little Cat

February 9th 2008 1:51 pm
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This little cat was waiting for me on a stoop, one very cold night, to come home from work and find him, sitting quietly, grooming his gleaming white paws

This little cat had six toes on each paw, an adorable little pink nose, big beautiful gold eyes and a very crooked tail.

This little cat loved turkey, even more than steak, or shrimp, or fish, or mice

This little cat was a social butterfly, friendly to everyone that he met. However…

This little cat did not care for dogs, and he would chase them without much regard to their size… or his.

This little cat was regal. He wasn’t vain, not at all. He simply knew that he was beautiful and he carried himself fittingly.

This little cat was part cowboy. He loved to ride next to me in my pick-up truck. He looked great in a bandana.

This little cat liked for his drinking water to be moving, even if it meant dragging his bowl across the floor with his paw.

This little cat thought that the stairs were a racetrack and that the last one down them was a rotten egg.

This little cat felt sadness and loss. He had a German friend, named Zweibel that we adopted as a kitten, so that he would have a playmate. When she accidentally died, he grieved for weeks.

This little cat, single pawedly put a serious dent in the gecko population of Sierra Vista, Arizona.

This little cat walked on a leash. When I couldn’t find him, all I had to do was whistle, and he would always come running to me.

This little cat moved more than once to protect me when he thought that I was in danger.

This little cat made me laugh. He kept me warm. His gentle purring comforted me. His mere presence delighted me. His affection sustained me. He was my best friend.

This little cat was a very special gift from God, meant just for me; I knew it the minute I saw him. I loved him instantly and I always will.

This little cat was cherished, and now that he’s gone, there is
emptiness in my heart that nothing else can ever fill.

U-Cat Feb. 1st 1988 - Nov. 21st 2007

 
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