 Purred: Sun Oct 21, '07 4:02pm PST |
 | |  | | hi i'm PUDGE!
my family also called me sir pudgelot, pudgy and when i became an old cat as respect mr.pudge. i started being owned by a family w/ really small children who were not very kind. they called me pudge b/c i was the pudgy 1 in the litter and the name stuck. they gave me to the dad's brother. then the brother was going to NYC and leaving me behind. i was an inny-outty so he was going to let me fend for my self. dad would not allow that. he was helping the dude move, when this went down. so dad took me home. he introduced me to the family. mom and kids thought he was whack at first. "we are dog ppl" they said. they had lost their girl dog snoopy 2 yrs before. well i grew on them. it took me a few yrs to trust them though. i was less than a yr when they took me in. it took me till i was 3 to trust them. their 1 st move, i was tickled to realize they were taking me! that's when we were a true family! they spent 2 yrs converting me to an inny only. after all this i turned into a lapcat. i love my family and they love me. for the next 16 yrs of my life, i was babied, pampered and spoiled. i could be rotten when i wanted to be. a pitbull came too close to my nap spot and i tore through the screen biting and scratching! i unfortunately had crystals once and i lost 3 of my fangs to abcesses. that did not keep me from mousing. i moused until i died. then when i was 14 my sister moved out. then when i was 16 my brother moved out. i was my pawrents last baby. my sister was 11 when i came home and my brother was 8. i died when she was 27 and he was 24. they still came over to visit me when they moved out. everyone took my death very hard. in june, i looked at my pawrents and told them it was time. it was 3 am. they held me and stayed by my side till the end. my sister was pretty sure it was renal failure. it happened so quick, there was no time for a vet. they had a nice funeral for me. they called my sister first thing in the morning and she helped to bury me. she still visits my grave. my pawrents still try to include me and talk to the grave even though they know i'm at the bridge. my brother is in denial. my sister even bring my furry niece and nephew to visit the grave. tells them they have big paws to fill.  this still kills her. killer and spike help her out. they're good kittens. i dig them. so that's my story. now i'm young and healthy again. my fangs have come back. the scar from the abcess is gone. they don't let me chase the rodents here. something about them being pets. i don't want to eat them though, i'm never hungry. heehee i just want to chase them. hopefully i'll see naomi, michael, mom and dad again. i didn't really like dogs but snoopy picked me up at the gate. she's got 17 yrs experience here. i dig her. i told naomi that (hopefully) in 20 yrs when it's her babies turns i'll be here as well for them. and so it goes. |  |  | |  |
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