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Leave a treat for Kokoro
Nicknames: Koko, Koki, Roki, Biscuit, Mr. Biscuit, Biscuit-Pal, Koko Tailer, Little Guy, Biscatell
Kitty Complexion:
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue
Coloration: Lilac-Lynx Point
Likes: I like tummy rubs, soft blankets, cool tile, running water and being near my people.
Pet-Peeves: Lymphoma, having my temperature taken, throwing up and taking a bath!
Favorite Toy: My favorite is handmade catnip pillow on a yarn string I inherited from Rigger T. Mortis, my girl person's first SiamesePal. But shadows are great too. And yarn mice from Norway.
Favorite Nap Spot: In my boudoir (they call it a "hall closet"), my condo, and my bedroom.
Favorite Food: I love mush, that food from the can! The fish kind. And I love tuna. And every kind that has juice in it. Mmm.
Skills: Being absolutely adorable, gazing at my people levelly and earnestly, singing.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: I'll let my girl person tell you about that: "I first saw Koko's picture on the website of the Animal Care League of Oak Park. We had been looking for a cat to join our first kitty, Lanty, and as I have a weakness for the Siamese guys, Koko caught my eye right away. A visit to the ACL was frustrating as Koko was currently in quarantine due to an illness. On a second visit, he was in with the rest of the pet population, and I was in love. We brought him home about two weeks later due to the Christmas holidays, and it has been a Fancy Feast ever since."
Bio: Kokoro was a stray with a mysterious past. He was completely declawed, without even the hind-claws so many people leave intact. He's also a not-so-common Liliac-Lynx point Siamese and an older cat, and one wonders how such an usual guy could become lost in the wild world.
He's now fighting B-cell Lymphoma in his tummy. He's an independant little guy who loves being alive, and is fighting a good fight.
Forums Motto: I'm fighting!
The Groups I'm In: 10 YEARS OR OVER??? DOGS or CATS
I've Been On Catster Since:
At about 11 0'clock Friday, June 23, we helped him move from this life into the next, and away from his suffering and pain. We will miss him so very much, but never forget his funny ways and the precious lessons he taught us about life, death, and the strength in letting go.
He was an unusual, remarkable, confounding, delightful little guy. I will miss his loud voice and whiny-cute requests for meals, his voracious appetite for his mush (canned food), his adorable "fake out" game of standing on a toy and pretending not to see it, then suddenly kicking it up with his back foot and attacking it as if it came out of nowhere, the way he curled up by my shoulder in his special spot on the bed, his fur getting everywhere, his loud loud rumbling purr - popping corn, as mom calls it - and even giving him injections and sub-q fluids and cleaning him and so many other endearing, difficult, silly, wonderful things that were unique to my little character.
In Japanese, kokoro means "heart," but not the heart in the chest. Rather it means the "heart and soul," the heart with which we love and long. My Kokoro was my heart and will always be in my heart and soul. I am so grateful and so much more for having known him.
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"The two girls looked sadly at the remains of their pet...'Cats have nine lives, so tomorrow he will wake up someplace as somebody's kitten and start a new life,' said Ramona.
'I hadn't thought of that,' said Beezus, 'but it sounds logical. I hope his new owners give him melon rind. Picky-picky loved melon rind.' She picked up the shovel and started to fill in the grave. 'We should have some flowers for him, but there aren't any.'
'I wonder which of his lives we got him on,' said Ramona as she gathered damp brown leaves to strew on the grave. The girls stood looking sadly at the little mound left by Picky-picky's coffin. 'He was a good cat,' said Ramona."
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