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Nicknames: Bratnik, Squirmer, King of the Squirmers, Stinkerpoo, Snugglepuss, Panther Kitten, The Gremster
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
Coloration: Black
Likes: eating (especially*people food*), being combed, sitting in my lap, meowing, playing "Gremlin-sized lump" when I made up the bed
Pet-Peeves: going to the vet, visitors (especially children), kisses, canned food
Favorite Toy: cat-dancer, fishing-pole, catnip gingerbread man
Favorite Nap Spot: kitty bed, afghan on couch, my lap
Favorite Food: chicken, tuna
Skills: being a real brat!
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: I adopted Gremlin when he was two years old. He belonged to a friend of mine at work, who had only had him a few weeks and discovered he was allergic to him. I went to his apartment to meet the kitty and fell in love at first sight--such a beautiful, sleek black cat! Adopted him and took him home, where he immediately began getting into things and making messes. Named him "Gremlin" after the mischievous little monsters in the movie--had seen "Gremlins 2" the night before I adopted him.
Bio: He was a healthy, mischievous, fat cat for many years, then developed bladder stones which plagued him off and on for the last few years of his life. Sometime in 2003 he began losing weight from his plump 17 pounds down to 11. He had a stroke in July 2004 and I had to have him put to sleep. He was 16 years old. It was heartbreaking, but a month later Lucie came into my life and helped fill the empty spot--although she will never take his place.
Forums Motto: The Cat is the Center of All Things
The Groups I'm In: *HAPPY KITTIES*, Black Cats Crossing our Paths, Colorado Kitties, =^..^=Angel Cats=^..^=, A Catster Winter Carnival, Friends of The Tortie Girls, Ghostie Hunter Kitties, In Memoriam, Lucky Black Cats, Persian and Himalayan Beauties (all family members, The Cat House!, ^*^Over The Rainbow^*^
The Last Forum I Posted In: Angels Amongst Us
Mommie had begun to wonder why I was coming back to visit so much... repeatedly since she and Lucie moved from Denver to Longmont. Basically I was trying to reassure Mommie everything was fine on the other side--and trying to befriend Lucie. Unfortunately Lu was a shy little thing and afraid of my shade, so to speak...but I persevered. For you see, I had a mission as well--to be a guide to the beautiful little princess when it was her turn to cross over, which was much sooner than she or Mommie imagined! So that day in December when the little heart stopped beating and she opened her eyes to a new reality, the first thing Lucie saw was me, angel wings and all, holding out my paw to her. "It's you," she squeaked. "Is this why you were coming around all the time?" I nodded. "The angels told me to help you make your way, because they knew your time on earth was almost up. I'm sorry if I scared you in your earth body, because I was trying to let you know that I was okay on the other side and that it was nothing to fear." "But what about Mommie?" she wailed. "It will break her heart!" I nodded. "It broke her heart to lose me, too, but eventually the pain will lessen. Another kitty will come into her life--we can help pick it out--and keep her company. And you can go back to visit her! I'll show you how." She put her paw in mine and giggled softly as we fluttered off to the Bridge together, her dainty wings in use for the very first time. She was amazed to see the beautiful fields of flowers and butterflies, birds and even Pepper's lizards scampering everywhere. Eventually Sassy and Pepper, Miss Mickey, Bear and Izzy, Fancy Pants and Mr. Penny, and all the other Catster angels who are our friends raced up to meet us and to give Lucie bittersweet hugs. We showed her where the bottomless bowls of tuna and of milk could be found (she was amazed, as her delicate digestive system wouldn't allow such delicacies on earth). And the first time it was practical--about a week later in earth time--I took her back to visit Mommie in a dream, which you can read about in Lucie's diary. When Mommie knew Lucie could come back and visit, she wasn't quite as sad, and promised to start looking for another kitty to honor our memory....>^..^< purrs, Gremlin
As you may have seen in Lucie's diary, the Scoop Away kitty litter website has a silly little game going--a quiz where you can plug in various attributes of your cat's personality in a multiple-choice quiz format, then it tells you who your cat most resembles. I, of course, am "Catpoleon"--guffaw!!! Description: "Your cat is a warrior; he likes to explore and conquer territories and rule the roost". Sounds a lot like "the Cat is the Center of All Things", does it not? MOL! The quiz can be found at: http://scoopaway.com/quiz.php
As those of you who have read Lucie's diary probably have gleaned by now, she and our long-suffering Mommie moved at the end of April to a town a bit north and west of Denver. It is close to the mountains and a big lake; nearby fields have prairie dogs and rabbits in abundance, and waterfowl of all sizes fish in that lake. It would have been a wonderful place for an outdoor cat to roam and hunt--except for, of course, the inevitable coyotes in the area. Alas, I was not an outdoor cat in life anyway, and can only dream of what might have been. Lucie isn't an outdoor cat either, as she suffers from the same affliction I had to endure --declawing by the previous owner. Of course as a pampered little Persian princess, Lucie wouldn't have been allowed to roam anyway (no matter how excited she gets at the birds she sees on the balcony). But I digress. This pampered little puffball princess had a very bad habit that cost our beloved Mommie dearly. I warned her of the consequences of not using the litter box for its intended purpose, but she held her head high, little smushy nose in the air, and ignored my advice. This past week Mommie got a bill from the previous apartment complex for $900--because they had to replace the carpeting that our precious little princess used for her elimination activities! Mommie was not amused. She threatened to take it out of Lucie's Fancy Feast allowance, but we know that would have done no good and would only have caused a serious rift in their relationship. At any rate, I feel no guilt and compunction whatsoever that a few weeks ago, in an effort to remain visible, I (in ghost form, of course) overturned Lucie's water bowl one night while she was eating dry food a few inches away and Mommie was reading in bed within earshot. Guffaw!
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