Sex: Male Weight: 17 lbs.
|Home:Englewood, Dayton, OH |
Leave a treat for Robert Redfur (c. 1991-2000)
Catster stats for Robert Redfur (c. 1991-2000)
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Red, Red Cat, Squeak, Handsome, Fabio
Sleeping, talking, being petted, having his ears scratched
He really didn't seem to be too fond of all the attention from the vet later on, but otherwise... I can't really think of anything. He was such a mellow cat.
He was really more of a decoration than a playful cat.
Favorite Nap Spot:
He was fond of chairs, but he tended to like to sleep curled around the corners where walls met, or upside down and twisted about so that he was doing a good imitation of roadkill.
Chicken, tuna, wet cat food
He literally never stopped purring. If he was breathing, he was purring. He also seemed to be missing his spine, the way he could fold himself around.
A Few days before Halloween of 1992, this beautiful longhaired ginger cat started hanging around our house. We already had two cats, so my parents tried to ignore him. We didn't feed him or pay much atttention to him, but he didn't take the hint. He was still lounging around on the porch when someone went out the front door, or lying in the driveway if we needed to move a car out of the garage. I think that I was in sixth grade or so, and had just started hearing those stories about why you oughtn't let your cat out on Halloween. Basically I pestered them incessantly until they gave in and said fine, he could stay in the garage over Halloween evening. "Halloween evening" turned into "the week after Halloween, since it might not be safe yet for cats to be outside." Which, of course, turned into eight years. We just can't say no to wandering strays.
He was such a sweet cat, but, well, kinda dim. Most of the time the only thought in his head seemed to be "...wha? I'm pretty!" He didn't really like being held, but he loved to have his ears scratched. Once someone started, he would lean and press his ear into their hand until he tipped over. He was very chatty, too, and had this tiny little squeak of a voice. He used to announce himself upon entering a room by making a breathy "eck-eck" sound. I learned to copy him fairly easily, and we used to have long conversations. He was always the easiest to train--he was more eager-to-please than his brothers, and would follow a command as often as I gave it. He did a beautiful "up," since he had such a big, wide butt to balance himself on. He had wonderfully fuzzy snowshoe paws and glorious long whiskers.
He died of kidney failure a little before Thanksgiving of 2000. I still miss him. He was the best cat.
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|September 16th 2004
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