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Zooming the Bridge and having a blast!

March 5th 2012 12:53 am
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Rocket Sprocket dropping in today to say, it's the second anniversary of Rocket Sprocket's journey to the Bridge. The Rocket reports, all is great, we get lots of chocolate cake. I am rockin' 'round the clock with my Bridge furiends. Cheers!
Rocket Sprocket

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock,
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock,
Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock,
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight.

Put your glad rags on and join me, hon,
We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one,
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.

When the clock strikes two, three and four,
If the band slows down we'll yell for more,
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.

When the chimes ring five, six and seven,
We'll be right in seventh heaven.
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.

When it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too,
I'll be goin' strong and so will you.
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.

When the clock strikes twelve, we'll cool off then,
Start a rockin' round the clock again.
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.


Happy Heavenly Birthday, Rocky!

July 3rd 2011 10:41 pm
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My Dearest Rocky,
Thinking of you and your brofurs Dusty and Shady on a beautiful July 4 day. Hope my three birthday boys are enjoying a fabulous birthday celebration with your Bridge Angel furiends.

With love always,


Missing you, sweet Rocky!

March 5th 2011 1:39 am
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Can't believe you departed to the Rainbow Bridge one year ago today, March 5, 2010.

We still remember your gotcha day -- September 5, 1992 -- in detail. The weather was hot and breezy that Labor Day weekend. The wind gently brushed against the leaves of the giant Live Oaks that shaded the Humane Society campus, filling the air with the sounds of heaven's wind chimes.

Walking through the Society's feline compound, we were immediately drawn to the kitten playpen. You were so tiny, so quiet, sitting all alone, all by yourself in that huge playpen filled with rambunctious kittens. When you looked up at us, piercing our souls and hearts with your giant amber eyes ... it was instant love. We knew right then and there, you were the one!

Thank you, dear Rocky, for showering us with almost 18 glorious years of your love! We miss your zooming through the rooms of our earthly homes. But we know you are zooming the heavenly rooms at the Rainbow Bridge.

Missing you forever,
your loving family.


Zoom Down to Say Thanks and Hi!

March 15th 2010 6:13 pm
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Wow … Hard to believe I’ve been at the Bridge for 10 days. No pain, no blindness, no tummy issues, no pills being rammed down my throat. And, no more dealing with B.Rain Tumor; that’s the best part! Living at the Bridge is almost like being on vacation every day. I’ve got my special streamlined wings; I’ve mastered the art and science of zooming from cloud to cloud and then some – and I go even faster now that I have wings. Mom, if you could see me now, you’d be laughing hysterically.

I get to spend lots of time catching up with my furfamily who arrived at the Bridge long before I made my journey. Oh, mom … you remember Bitchy Lucy? Well, she’s still Bitchy Lucy. Talk about a cat with an attitude! I thought she would have softened when arriving at the Bridge. But no. She’s still ruling the roost! And the legendary DustytheDogcat sends his love. We’re all having a blast, so please don’t worry about us.

The hardest part about being a new Angel is missing my family and Shady and all my Catster furiends on Earth – it’s so hard to say goodbye. However, I am so happy to be free of my old body and all the aches that go with aging. Mom, you made the right decision, that’s for sure!

Since 01/20/2010, seems I had a steady stream of well wishes from many Catster furiends. I see I have a number of ‘Thank Yous’ to send:

Thank You for My Special Stars:
Precious Gem-Encrusted Gold Crowns from that Jersey Girl Chrissy Whitesocks (aka PinkSocks, aka McGreenSocks); my pal in central FL Arnold McP; and Catsters from Carmichael Sagan, Margaret, Scooter, Mattie Sabrina, and angels Ginger, Anne, and Bill.

Warm and Wonderful Rainbow Stars from the courageous O’side babe Sally Maria and her sisters Emily Beatrice and Trinity; another equally courageous cancer fighter from So Cal gal Queen Tallulah and her wonderful family; San Francisco beauties Toni, Rusty, Eleanore and Neko; my friends from Flanders NJ Torbjorn, Onyx, Jasper, Severian, Victoria, and angel Patch (hey, do you all know my fur-real cousin Chrissy?); and my furiends from the totally hip Mitten State Ko, Taz, Jacob, Orvis McSpeedo, Marvel O’Annie, Joey and angels Flinders, Susie, Boots.

Super Shiny Diamonds from Jersey friends and fellow Olde Furts Torbjorn, Onyx, Jasper, Severian, Victoria, and angel Patch; my new Rainbow Bridge friend the Beloved Angel Amelia; and the dude who rocks and amazes vets from FL to OK, the famous Arnold McP.

A Special, Sparkly ‘Welcome to Kitty Heaven’ Star from my dearest guardian angel Buddie .. always loved (and thank you for being there in my house, protecting me and loving me and feeding me Heavenly Healing Ice Cream during my final weeks; you helped me through the challenges, my furiend).

Shiniest of Shiniest Halo Stars from my super-duper pals in NorCal Wilson J, Hallie Balloo and the fabulous angel MAK; my friend, the courageous cancer survivor and fighter from So Cal Queen Tallulah and her entourage Mia, Milo, Xena Princess, Zeke, and Kandi; Jersey Girl and cousin Chrissy Whitesocks; my amazing furiends from Albany Simon and Willow and furangel family Hamlet, Punkin, Pepper, Molly and Sophie; my fellow Hoosiers Ava Corrine, Andy, Arli, Lilah Alexis, Augie, Purrsia, Minka and Gracie; the cutest little queen of Kamloops BC Lucky; my furiends from Albuquerque the legendary angels Scooter, SooLing, Lola and the newest members of their family Beepers and Ashlynne; my furiends from Crystal MN Dusty the Puppycat, Ringo and Webster; and my Oklahoma friends Edgar and Emily Felicity and angel fursiblings Gabrielle and Lucinda.

I received beautiful Rosettes and Gifts, too!
A heart – plump full of love – from Sky.
A precious holy cross from Dusty Miller.
Forever rainbows from Baby, Spunky, Freckles, the family of Alex, Annie and Bugsy; and Kittanna.
A Power of the Paw from the family of Big Harry, Patches, Royce and Abigail.
A beautiful rose from Nala Sue.
Giant angel wings to help me on my journey from Lola and family and my dearest furiends from the Valley Java, Teensy, Princess, Gidget, Scooter, Lightning Strike and Sparkplug.
Beautiful purple forever candles from Spike, Jubilee and Skeeter and Lola.

Of course, thank you for the many pmails and words of encouragement and sympathy from friends including Squirrel, Yolo, Tansey, Queen Tallulah, Buddie, Biscuit, Christopher, Jasmine, Sally Maria, Sammie, Striker, Hazel Lucy, Chef Rooster and Clowder, Simon, Willow, Scooter, Sky, Guido, FUBAR, Mackenzie, Edwina, Baci, Sissy, Sally Maria, Teensy, MAK, Reuben, Sable, Lola, Greyson, and Jasper.

Thanks for the memories and kind words to all my Olde Furts and Navin buds (and in the words of the infamous ‘Fernando’: “You look marvelous!

Sending a massive “Thanks” and “I love you guys, in a manly cat, brotherly sorta way” to all my fellow Man Cats for all the kind sentiments and moment of remembrance you sent my way. I know it hurts to say goodbye, but it was time for me fly. I am sorry I had to leave ya’ll short-pawed. A tilt of my heavenly hard hat to all you guys – a most pawsome group of Man Cats!

Forever love and gentle purrs from the bottom of my heart to all my furiends!
Rocket Sprocket


The Rocket Man's E-Ticket Life

March 7th 2010 7:58 pm
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As any furparent knows, bidding farewell to a furbaby is hard, but MAKING that dreaded decision is THE hardest thing. Once I knew I made the right decision, I was so relaxed and comfortable. I couldn't wait for Rocky to be released from his frail and tired body.

The Rocket Man was surrounded by love and warmth, right up to his final launch. On the drive to the vet, we played Elton John's "Rocket Man" and "High Flying Bird" on the car's CD player. Those are (and will always be) Rocky's tribute songs. Rocket had a wonderful, peace-filled sendoff. Now he's free to zoom the rooms up at the Bridge.

Speaking of zooming rooms, are you ready for a few highlights of his funnier moments? Time for a snapshot from Rocky's E-ticket life:

Rocket Sprocket. The Name Fits!
When we adopted Rocky on Labor Day weekend 1992, his original name given by the Humane Society was Tiger Lily. Um, no...we knew that was not the right name for Rocky. He needed the right name for his personality, so we waited a few days to get to know him better.

Very soon after his arrival at our home, we all agreed his name would be Rocket Sprocket and he would be nicknamed Rocket J Squirrel and Rocket Man. Why?

Because Rocket was energy-filled and multi-talented beyond imagination. Rocket flew through the air with the greatest of ease. Rocket would make a funny little squirrelly, sprocket-like trill, then he'd take off in a flash without warning (and without the need to wriggle his rear end to build energy) and he would literally take off like a rocket and zoom the rooms of our little tiny house --- ON the walls. Not on the floor. Not on the furniture. ON THE WALLS. Many times, he would almost reach the ceiling. I had never seen anything like it! Rocky made us laugh so hard our sides would hurt.

And when he was finished zooming the rooms, he'd suddenly stop on a dime (errrrrrrrrrt) in the kitchen by his bowl, neatly tuck all four feet together in this cute little package, look up at us, blink those huge golden orbs and say "Wasn't that fun?" and "Aren't I cute?" and "Now, got any food for MEEE?"

I also used to catch the little stinker pot sitting on top of the kitchen cabinets too. I'd be in the kitchen making dinner or whatever, then get this feeling I was being watched. I'd look up and see him staring down, Snoopy-style (as if he were perched on top of Snoopy's dog house).

Too bad I didn't own a video camera back in the 90s.

Cliff Diving, Anyone?
Looking back, we probably should have named him Evel Knievel. Why? Well, after we moved to Indiana, we bought a larger home that had even MORE walls. Plus it had a dramatic vaulted ceiling in the great room and a two-story high entry/foyer ceiling with loft overlook. That house was Rocky's playground.

In addition to zooming rooms on the walls of his new house up near the vaulted ceiling, Rocky used to climb the stairs to the second floor in two jumps and then run over to the loft area, hang three-fourth's of his body from the loft area, dangle his front legs in the air (over our heads) all the while looking down at us, as if to dare -- "I'm gonna jump on you!" I swear there were times I fully expected him to slip and fall or jump on one of us on purpose. I always braced myself for coming home one day and finding an injured cat (or worse). But, nope (thankfully). Rocket had incredible balance and enough smarts to know to not jump.

Kitty Tile Skating, or Curling with Cats?
A year after we moved into the house in Indiana, we replaced the icky hallway carpet with ceramic tile, and Rocky discovered kitty tile skating (or perhaps he considered it curling with cats?). Rocky would race through the great room (which was carpeted), then round the corner and hit that tiled hallway (it was a long one) and slide -- on purpose -- all the way down and play "chicken" with the door at the other end. Rocky never hit that door; instead he had the agility to turn on a dime and hang a quick right to slide into the kitchen. Rocky used to entice the Dogcat to follow him down that long tiled hallway. Unfortunately, the Dogcat could not stop on a dime (at 26 pounds, he had a lot of tonnage for four little hairy feet to stop) and Dusty would always end up sliding into that closed door at the other end of the hallway. Yet, Rocky could always get Dusty to play that sliding game multiple times every day. I could tell, they were having tons of fun.

Rocky was an awesome, incredibly smart kitty, that's for sure. I was lucky to share his amazing life.

And, in 17.5 years, he certainly made very good use of his 9 lives! Without a doubt, Rocket is now teaching a few new tricks to all the furs at the Bridge. Look out Angels. Most certainly, the Bridge will never be the same!

Thank you to everyone for your kindness and outpouring of love for Rocket and his family.



The Rocket Man's Journey - Time for Blastoff!

March 5th 2010 6:48 pm
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We all knew this day would come. Well, it's here.

After weeks of continual worry, constantly fighting the demon in my brain in recent months, and after experiencing horribly bad days recently (including today), I am so relieved to report, the Rocket Man is about to make his ultimate journey!

My pain will be over very soon. B.Rain Tumor might have won this fight, but ultimately I get to spend eternity feeling healthy once again ... and I will be with my furfamily Angels and Bridge furiends jumping from cloud to cloud at the speed of light. You know, my family calls me The Rocket Man for a reason. I am so happy that I will, once again, get to live up to that nickname! Look out Bridge, here I come!

I've had 17.5 glorious years on Earth with my loving family. My privileged life is one to make any prince envious.

Right now, I am seated comfortably on my nest on the couch. Shady and my human family are gathered around me. And, oh my goodness ... you should see the fursAngels in the living room. It's PACKED TO THE CEILING with so many Bridge Angels. I see Buddie, Calvin, Lola, Rocky Ann, Biscuit, FUBAR, Sophie, Molly, Bobcat, Freddie, Bitchy Kitty Lucy (I still hate her guts, but she is my for-real fursister and I do love her), Sophie the White German Shepard (who I also hated in life, but still love), Tiffany, Cleo, Smokey Bear, Sid, Spacey, Smokey, Rosebud and of course, my brofur Angel the legendary DustytheDogcat. The room is overflowing with furAngels and love ... it's amazing!

Very soon tonight, my human family will drive me to see Dr Martin one last time. I just hope there's room in the car for all my Guardian furAngel friends. (Wait, they have wings. I better call air traffic control and have 'em clear the runway and make some air space!)

Well, I need to spend more time with my family and get ready. But rest assured, this is the right decision and I will report in from time to time after I get to the Bridge; I'll let everyone know how things are going.

Forever love, soft purrs and gentle hugs...
Your furiend always,

Rocket Sprocket


Monday's dinner and a midnight snack

February 9th 2010 1:33 am
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I did not want my dinner of warmed ZD pate and turkey gravy.
My refusal to eat my dinner made mom very sad.
She's worried about how to get me to eat without resorting to appetite stimulants.
About 1:15am Tuesday, I let mom know I was maybe a little hungry.
I ate four bites of my snicky-snack nuggets and drank some fresh water.

I tell my mom to not worry. At least I have not gone off the deep end and into my dementia-driven rage in the last 24 hours. That's a good thing.

After my snack, mom picked me up and brushed me and loved me and hummed me sweet songs. Then she tucked me in my toasty warm bed. My guardian angels will sing me lullabies throughout the rest of the night, so mom can get some sleep.

But the best thing that happened tonight -- I touched noses with Shady and he didn't run away! He came closer to give me kisses on the top of my head. I love Shady and I know Shady loves me.

Rocket Sprocket


An old cat with catitude. I'm keeping 'em guessing!

February 8th 2010 2:43 pm
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I have a new catitude about food.

Everyone tells me I need it. But, do I really want it? Depends.

What I had for breakfast today does not mean I want it for dinner tonight.
It does not mean I will eat it again for breakfast tomorrow.

People food or cat food. It doesn't matter.

Open a fresh can of tuna and drown my ZD pate with tasty morsels from the deep blue sea?
Worked Friday morning.
Not Friday night.
Not Saturday morning.

Open a jar of fresh, sweet beef baby food, mix it into my ZD pate and heat to make a savory treat?
Tasted great with crackers on Friday night!
Don't you dare pass that off as acceptable fare on Saturday night!
What a fright!

Slather my ZD pate with freshly roasted For Real roast beef and leave it swimming with herbaliciously delicious au jus for a thick soupy blend that's sure to stick to your ribs?
Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmm.
Was good Sunday night.
Not passing the Rocket Man's lips on Monday.

Cover my ZD pate with Welactin -- the salmon oil packed with vitamins -- and pass it off as the real salmon deal?
I bought it Monday morning.
I can guarantee it won't pass muster Monday night.

I'm about 122.5 years old in human years. I'm an old cat with catitutde and I'm calling the shots! Can't wait to see what mom tries to pass off as dinner tonight!


Yum. Tuna water!

February 5th 2010 7:31 pm
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Well, I really didn't want to eat, until mom made me help her retrieve a can of tuna from the cabinet. She opened the can and I drank the tuna water. Really didn't want the tuna or my zd pate, just the tuna water. At least I "ate" something, right?


An up and down week with Di Mentia

February 5th 2010 10:30 am
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Dear furiends, sisfurs and brofurs,

Your humble narrator has experienced an up and down week with Di Mentia.

For most of the week, Di has been relatively cooperative -- thanks in great part to my Guardian Angels watching over me, reading me stories to take my mind elsewhere, feeding me Heavenly Healing and Furrrench Vanilla ice cream, and comforting me at night when all the humans are asleep. However, I have had a few episodes where, for no reason at all, Di really got to me and I went ballistic on mom numerous times and on Shady three times.

Poor Shady. It was only three nights in a row ... he was simply trying to walk to the kitchen to get a drink of fresh spring water or a bite of kibble. I was asleep on my couch perch when Di woke me and told me it was time to go on a hunt. Suddenly, the Rocket Man sprang into action and found his prey and jumped on it. He thought it was an evil giant rat! One must be diligent in keeping evil giant rats at bay, so he did his feline duty. Oh, the growling and hissing and swatting and spitting! Turns out, this mystery prey was Shady, but the Rocket Man didn't know it was Shady. Now Shady is afraid to come near Rocket Sprocket or let the Rocket Man share the cushy cat beds with him. If Rocket come near Shady, Shady crouches and tries to slink away. I guess I can't blame Shady for being fearful of Rocket.

Poor mom. She comes to Rocket Sprocket's rescue every time she hears one of the Rocket Man's moments with Di Mentia. One of those times, she didn't get Rocket wrapped up in a blanket soon enough and she got bit hard on the arm; Rocket Man thought she was another evil giant rat and started to gnaw; he left a tiny puncture with his one upper (and very sharp) canine tooth. Yet, mom continues to care for her Rocket Sprocket with great love and affection. She makes sure Rocket is clean, fed, and kept warm. She's even spoiled me, the Rocket Sprocket, by letting me eat my zd pate while I lounge in my heated bed! I have a good mom and she knows I didn't mean to lash out at her or Shady. Mom has also been trying to help Shady get over his fear of Rocket Sprocket and like me again.

Hope that Di chick stays away for the weekend. We're supposed to have rain, and rainy weather tends to bring out the worst of Di Mentia. By the way, mom is still betting that all this trouble in the Rocket Man's world is simply being caused by that Di chick and not her evil twin B. Rain u-kno-what.

Well, I feel another nap coming. Have a great weekend, everybody!

Rocket Sprocket

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