Nicknames: SchmoBear, Eedjit, FattyCatty, Big Hairy Lumpuss, Greedy Guts, Cr@pBox!
Birthday: February 1st 2005
Likes: Me! Willow (alas its unrequited love!). My bed - as much of it as possible!
Pet-Peeves: Not being allowed wet food and watching Willow eat it. Willow being outside and not him. Whistling.
Favorite Toy: The cushion on his basket and a sock stuffed with catnip, mousies, but he will chase after anything you throw.
Favorite Nap Spot: Me, my bed, the Vespa when it has its cover on, the landing.
Favorite Food: Willow's, but he's learning!
Skills: Typing. Volleyball. Being a furry alarm clock. Having the worlds loudest purr (we think). Chemical warfare... yuk
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: He's a Cats Protection cat, they picked him up from a dodgy breeder who kept lots of cats in cages and fed them only dry bread and dog biscuits. He was the healthiest one there, but he does have tummy troubles and a nervous disposition. He has panic attacks if he gets trapped anywhere and hates the catbox, but is so gentle with people (once I trained him that hands are not food!), not bad for a crazy mixed up rescue cat. I wonder if he's a daddy? He still had his manbits when the CP picked him up, so he might just have kids, we dont know.
When you look at videos like this, just think, a cat would so dearly love a home like Al's now got. He meowed really loudly and was very sad and scared, but his cubicle at the Cats Protection was a luxury condo compared to what some kitties have..http://uk.youtube.com/watch? v=mekxtciugVY&feature=related
Please think about these imprisoned cats and get your cat neutered. We dont have Kill Shelters here in the UK because its in our culture to make sure our cats DONT go out and randomly breed, neutering males and females is very much the accepted norm and is not as cruel as locking cats in cages or killing them.
UPDATE Al passed away 4.30 29/12/11 he was the best friend anyone could ever have
Bio: He's a soppy doofus and has big teefs (which stink!) and clawses (which we trim). Sometimes he farts and it is horrendous! He sleeps on people at night, even on their face! He likes watching videos on the laptop and TV, and playing with his mousies or wool.
In recent months he has taken to waking us up by lying on our faces/necks/chests, and in the last few weeks has let his mummy pick him up and carry him around.
This summer he has grown a ginger triangle on his back! More on that later.
Forums Motto: I'm a scarf.. no really.. a mink scarf!
Today I had to make the hardest decision ever but looking at Al lying on my lap looking a shadow of his former self and yellow and struggling for breath I knew it was for the best. He had liver failure and multiple tumours and had deteroriated really fast over Christmas. We just thought he was off his food because he was stressed, we have been having a lot of work done to the house, but it turned out to be far more serious. Initially he went to the vet on the 23rd because he wasn't eating and seemed really withdrawn, in that examination the vet couldn't find anything but said he presented a fever and had a sore throat so gave him some antibiotics and an anti inflammatory. He seemed to pick up that evening and finally ate something. We were told on that vet visit to phone back after Xmas to tell them how he was. We were sure we were going to tell her that he'd got better and the phone call was going to be arbitary.. We were so wrong. After a couple more days of not eating he was feeling very bony and would not jump on our laps or really do anything. I booked him in for another examination and took him in, a paranoid part of my mind told me I would not be coming back with him but I told myself not to be so silly.. The vet said his condition had deteroriated and his liver felt enlarged and he would have to have loads of tests. So I left him there and went home and read up on liver disease, upset at the thought he was so sick but expecting to be able to nurse him back to health. When I got the phone call telling me it was bad news I thought initially "Oh dear I'll have to give him meds and force feed him etc" but the rest of the sentence was "There's nothing that can be done for him". It was so unexpected. When I took him in I joked about being so worried I'd be coming out with an empty box and she smiled and I said I was just being silly. Little did I know that would really be happening.
Last night we carried him upstairs and he slept on my pillow by my head the way he used to. We thought he'd get well and jump up there again of his own accord. The cat I had on my lap in the nurses room looked so different to the cat who had been sleeping on my pillow and sitting in the window watching the world go by. I knew I had to sign the form so he could finally rest in peace with no pain or suffering. In a way, the decision was easy, he looked so dreadful.
Mummy's Blondie sister and her children came for dinner yesterday, with Granny and Beardy Jon. They had fish pie! Mmmm! When mum was making it she gave us some salmon and some prawns! That made me feel better about all the noise. Later on, I even let Blondie and Beardy stroke my fur, and I cat loafed all chilled out. They sat on the cold kitchen floor just so they could make friends with me, good job mummy had cleaned the floor that day!