The Baboo Kitty- has Spoken!
|Purred: Sun Feb 13, '11 5:33am PST |
We got a call at 7:30 this morning. Pat the Cat, a large orange tabby that was brother to Mike and Beauty, my sisters cats passed away suddenly at 6am.
My sister's beloved cat Blackie passed away 2 weeks ago, we estimate Blackie to have been anywhere from 14-16, and he flew to Rainbow Bridge after he was put under for a cat scan to have surgery. The surgeon found the growth in his mouth had spread, and to spare him pain he was allowed to go.
Alas, with Pat, who was only about 6 years old. My sister said she heard a little cry, went to the living room and Pat was stretched out on the floor, tongue out of his mouth, eyes open, and gone.
They rushed him to the ER vet, but there was nothing to be done. His spirit had departed.
My sister is in shock. The cats were her kids, and Pat had taken up the role of 'head cat' after Blackies departure. It's interesting that during life, they were rivals.
I will miss Pat, even though after the move to Long Island, he no longer spoke or came out to see me when we visited. We had helped to 'catch' them to bring them to their new home. He never forgott that.
Pat was a huge cat...he was heavier than he should have been, but he was very active always. He climbed the cat tree, he ran around. He loved my sister, he was her 'baby' and she alone could pick him up and cuddle him.
Pat, along with his calico sister beauty and Mike, the black timid love, had 'come in from the cold' 6 years ago when we lived in Richmond Hill. They were kittens that were supposed to go up for adoption, but they were wild, and only tamed with us. No rescue would take them, and so my sister, to who they deeply bonded, kept them.
My sister is in shock and feels guilty. She feels she did something wrong, though I told her that there is no blame, she did nothing, and it was just something that happened. She stated she wondered if the move several months ago put stress on them that bought this about. I told her that wasn't so, that Pat had a wonderful life, and though it was short, it was filled with comfort and happiness from her, and companionship of the others.
Now there is just Beauty and Mike.
She's lost 2 cats in 2 weeks. And this one so suddenly. I'm still in shock. When we lived at the house, we would play with Pat, his song was, because he loved Butter, and would steal it off your toast or beg if you were baking: "Pat, Pat, the Butter cat, he ate so much and he got so fat!" He would then jump up and be as likely to smack you as to be petted.
Pat was a wonderful cat. He was handsome, and so intelligent. He and Mike played with Ruffy on occasion, and accepted Ruffy as a 'cousin'.
I would ask for purrs for Pat, Blackie and my sister Kathy. She's still in shock.
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