Re: Jellicle Ball ~ Another Tribute...

[The Clowder]

Unca Cory > wrote:

>Goodbye, sweet girl. You may have done things your way and on your
>terms, but in an ironic twist, that's probably what I'll remember best,
>and most fondly, about you.
>
>--- Cory, about to get a bad case of MMS...

Awwww...a nize strong hedbutt to yurownselv, an more to yur
hoominparints, Uncle Cory.

I haff addid Tootie to da lisst fur da Final Calling of Names, an she
has a brik onda Walk ov Remembranz.

Mietze

--

RPC/RPCC Walk of Remembranz
http://www.geocities.com/bccclub/introduction.html

[ladyjade]

"Unca Cory" > wrote in message
t...
> Tootie, House of Ekern - circa 1984 to Feb 10, 2003
>
> I was somewhat of a young 'un when Tootie came into my family's life (I'm
> in my early 30's... you do the math). She was my family's first cat.
> We'd gotten a d*g, named Alfalfa, in 1979, and I really, really liked
> d*gs at that time in my life. However, having Tootie around was a
> positive experience for me, to say the least.
>
> My mom had gone out to walk the d*g one morning at the park right down
> the hill from our house. It was a rainy day... damp, cloudy... you get
> the picture. In the park there's a culvert. Being the quirky d*g that
> he was, Alfalfa loved to go check out that culvert on his daily walk in
> the park and see what kind of stuff he could find there. That's where my
> mother found Tootie... wet, cold, hungry. She was just a wee bit of a
> thing. Mom and TED thought she was about six weeks old or so, and had
> been dumped in the culvert by someone attempting to, more or less, kill
> her (we thought that she was part of an unwanted litter). My brother was
> going through a "CATS" phase in his life, and wanted to name this kitten
> Mistopheles <sp?>. Mistopheles it was. Somehow, my dad started calling
> her Tootie after my brother and I left home, and the name stuck
>
> As I said, I liked d*gs more than cats at that time in my life. Cats
> were too independent for my tastes. Tootie hung out with you on her own
> terms, whether you wanted her to hang out with you at that given moment
> or not (and was a bit of a pain in the ass in that respect, also), and
> really, as time went on, latched on to my father more than anyone else in
> the house.
>
> I didn't really bond with Tootie in the same way that I bonded with Onyx.
> However, I was not prepared for the reaction I had when she went to the
> Bridge in February. I regretted not spending more time with her, and I
> missed her... still do, AAMOF. Tootie was a good cat. She was an
> assertive cat... never afraid to put Alfalfa the d*g, or a much younger
> Onyx (who was born in 1994), or her sisfur Holly, born a year after
> Onyx, in their place... and she was a loyal cat.
>
> Tootie was traveling with my folks in the RV-monster when she fell ill
> for the last time. My folks were beside themselves, because the worst of
> her malady, whatever it was, came in the middle of the night, when no
> TED's offices were open, and my folks couldn't find a 24 hour animal
> hospital, either. When morning came, they made a beeline for a TED's
> office, and didn't hesitate whatsoever in deciding to put an end to
> Tootie's discomfort. She was cremated, and the ashes were to be shipped
> back to my folks' house up north. Because of some miscommunications or
> something, my folks ended up going *back* to TED's office, some 100 miles
> or so out of their way, to retrieve Tootie's ashes. She was that much a
> part of our lives.
>
> Goodbye, sweet girl. You may have done things your way and on your
> terms, but in an ironic twist, that's probably what I'll remember best,
> and most fondly, about you.
>
> --- Cory, about to get a bad case of MMS...
>
> --
> "Mine hedd a tennizball izz NOT!" --- Mr. GrowlTiger
>
> My e-mail address does not have my first name in it

Dat waz luvlee Unca Cory <sniff>

DaRennieKidz

[Sylvia M.]

"ladyjade" > wrote in message
ble.rogers.com...
>
> "Unca Cory" > wrote in message
> t...
> > Tootie, House of Ekern - circa 1984 to Feb 10, 2003
> >
> > I was somewhat of a young 'un when Tootie came into my family's life
(I'm
> > in my early 30's... you do the math). She was my family's first cat.
> > We'd gotten a d*g, named Alfalfa, in 1979, and I really, really liked
> > d*gs at that time in my life. However, having Tootie around was a
> > positive experience for me, to say the least.
> >
> > My mom had gone out to walk the d*g one morning at the park right down
> > the hill from our house. It was a rainy day... damp, cloudy... you get
> > the picture. In the park there's a culvert. Being the quirky d*g that
> > he was, Alfalfa loved to go check out that culvert on his daily walk in
> > the park and see what kind of stuff he could find there. That's where
my
> > mother found Tootie... wet, cold, hungry. She was just a wee bit of a
> > thing. Mom and TED thought she was about six weeks old or so, and had
> > been dumped in the culvert by someone attempting to, more or less, kill
> > her (we thought that she was part of an unwanted litter). My brother
was
> > going through a "CATS" phase in his life, and wanted to name this kitten
> > Mistopheles <sp?>. Mistopheles it was. Somehow, my dad started calling
> > her Tootie after my brother and I left home, and the name stuck
> >
> > As I said, I liked d*gs more than cats at that time in my life. Cats
> > were too independent for my tastes. Tootie hung out with you on her own
> > terms, whether you wanted her to hang out with you at that given moment
> > or not (and was a bit of a pain in the ass in that respect, also), and
> > really, as time went on, latched on to my father more than anyone else
in
> > the house.
> >
> > I didn't really bond with Tootie in the same way that I bonded with
Onyx.
> > However, I was not prepared for the reaction I had when she went to the
> > Bridge in February. I regretted not spending more time with her, and I
> > missed her... still do, AAMOF. Tootie was a good cat. She was an
> > assertive cat... never afraid to put Alfalfa the d*g, or a much younger
> > Onyx (who was born in 1994), or her sisfur Holly, born a year after
> > Onyx, in their place... and she was a loyal cat.
> >
> > Tootie was traveling with my folks in the RV-monster when she fell ill
> > for the last time. My folks were beside themselves, because the worst
of
> > her malady, whatever it was, came in the middle of the night, when no
> > TED's offices were open, and my folks couldn't find a 24 hour animal
> > hospital, either. When morning came, they made a beeline for a TED's
> > office, and didn't hesitate whatsoever in deciding to put an end to
> > Tootie's discomfort. She was cremated, and the ashes were to be shipped
> > back to my folks' house up north. Because of some miscommunications or
> > something, my folks ended up going *back* to TED's office, some 100
miles
> > or so out of their way, to retrieve Tootie's ashes. She was that much a
> > part of our lives.
> >
> > Goodbye, sweet girl. You may have done things your way and on your
> > terms, but in an ironic twist, that's probably what I'll remember best,
> > and most fondly, about you.
> >
> > --- Cory, about to get a bad case of MMS...
> >
> > --
> > "Mine hedd a tennizball izz NOT!" --- Mr. GrowlTiger
> >
> > My e-mail address does not have my first name in it
>
> Dat waz luvlee Unca Cory <sniff>
>
> DaRennieKidz
>
>
Fangu furr shayren yur hart wiff us unka cory
Dyna, attempting tu groom Unka Cory's hayer

[Ray or Fran]

A gud gud tribute to a fine old girl Uncle Cory. Weze glad youze told uz
about her and herz live with youze family. Youze will meet again at the
Bridge.

Punkins & Puddi Cat

(Tribute respectfully trimmed)

[Boggity Boggsworth]

<ssssnifff>

[Boggity Boggsworth]

<ssssnifff>

[Miss Violette]

we are sorry, Miss Violette
Unca Cory > wrote in message
t...
> Tootie, House of Ekern - circa 1984 to Feb 10, 2003
>
> I was somewhat of a young 'un when Tootie came into my family's life (I'm
> in my early 30's... you do the math). She was my family's first cat.
> We'd gotten a d*g, named Alfalfa, in 1979, and I really, really liked
> d*gs at that time in my life. However, having Tootie around was a
> positive experience for me, to say the least.
>
> My mom had gone out to walk the d*g one morning at the park right down
> the hill from our house. It was a rainy day... damp, cloudy... you get
> the picture. In the park there's a culvert. Being the quirky d*g that
> he was, Alfalfa loved to go check out that culvert on his daily walk in
> the park and see what kind of stuff he could find there. That's where my
> mother found Tootie... wet, cold, hungry. She was just a wee bit of a
> thing. Mom and TED thought she was about six weeks old or so, and had
> been dumped in the culvert by someone attempting to, more or less, kill
> her (we thought that she was part of an unwanted litter). My brother was
> going through a "CATS" phase in his life, and wanted to name this kitten
> Mistopheles <sp?>. Mistopheles it was. Somehow, my dad started calling
> her Tootie after my brother and I left home, and the name stuck
>
> As I said, I liked d*gs more than cats at that time in my life. Cats
> were too independent for my tastes. Tootie hung out with you on her own
> terms, whether you wanted her to hang out with you at that given moment
> or not (and was a bit of a pain in the ass in that respect, also), and
> really, as time went on, latched on to my father more than anyone else in
> the house.
>
> I didn't really bond with Tootie in the same way that I bonded with Onyx.
> However, I was not prepared for the reaction I had when she went to the
> Bridge in February. I regretted not spending more time with her, and I
> missed her... still do, AAMOF. Tootie was a good cat. She was an
> assertive cat... never afraid to put Alfalfa the d*g, or a much younger
> Onyx (who was born in 1994), or her sisfur Holly, born a year after
> Onyx, in their place... and she was a loyal cat.
>
> Tootie was traveling with my folks in the RV-monster when she fell ill
> for the last time. My folks were beside themselves, because the worst of
> her malady, whatever it was, came in the middle of the night, when no
> TED's offices were open, and my folks couldn't find a 24 hour animal
> hospital, either. When morning came, they made a beeline for a TED's
> office, and didn't hesitate whatsoever in deciding to put an end to
> Tootie's discomfort. She was cremated, and the ashes were to be shipped
> back to my folks' house up north. Because of some miscommunications or
> something, my folks ended up going *back* to TED's office, some 100 miles
> or so out of their way, to retrieve Tootie's ashes. She was that much a
> part of our lives.
>
> Goodbye, sweet girl. You may have done things your way and on your
> terms, but in an ironic twist, that's probably what I'll remember best,
> and most fondly, about you.
>
> --- Cory, about to get a bad case of MMS...
>
> --
> "Mine hedd a tennizball izz NOT!" --- Mr. GrowlTiger
>
> My e-mail address does not have my first name in it.

[Miss Violette]

we are sorry, Miss Violette
Unca Cory > wrote in message
t...
> Tootie, House of Ekern - circa 1984 to Feb 10, 2003
>
> I was somewhat of a young 'un when Tootie came into my family's life (I'm
> in my early 30's... you do the math). She was my family's first cat.
> We'd gotten a d*g, named Alfalfa, in 1979, and I really, really liked
> d*gs at that time in my life. However, having Tootie around was a
> positive experience for me, to say the least.
>
> My mom had gone out to walk the d*g one morning at the park right down
> the hill from our house. It was a rainy day... damp, cloudy... you get
> the picture. In the park there's a culvert. Being the quirky d*g that
> he was, Alfalfa loved to go check out that culvert on his daily walk in
> the park and see what kind of stuff he could find there. That's where my
> mother found Tootie... wet, cold, hungry. She was just a wee bit of a
> thing. Mom and TED thought she was about six weeks old or so, and had
> been dumped in the culvert by someone attempting to, more or less, kill
> her (we thought that she was part of an unwanted litter). My brother was
> going through a "CATS" phase in his life, and wanted to name this kitten
> Mistopheles <sp?>. Mistopheles it was. Somehow, my dad started calling
> her Tootie after my brother and I left home, and the name stuck
>
> As I said, I liked d*gs more than cats at that time in my life. Cats
> were too independent for my tastes. Tootie hung out with you on her own
> terms, whether you wanted her to hang out with you at that given moment
> or not (and was a bit of a pain in the ass in that respect, also), and
> really, as time went on, latched on to my father more than anyone else in
> the house.
>
> I didn't really bond with Tootie in the same way that I bonded with Onyx.
> However, I was not prepared for the reaction I had when she went to the
> Bridge in February. I regretted not spending more time with her, and I
> missed her... still do, AAMOF. Tootie was a good cat. She was an
> assertive cat... never afraid to put Alfalfa the d*g, or a much younger
> Onyx (who was born in 1994), or her sisfur Holly, born a year after
> Onyx, in their place... and she was a loyal cat.
>
> Tootie was traveling with my folks in the RV-monster when she fell ill
> for the last time. My folks were beside themselves, because the worst of
> her malady, whatever it was, came in the middle of the night, when no
> TED's offices were open, and my folks couldn't find a 24 hour animal
> hospital, either. When morning came, they made a beeline for a TED's
> office, and didn't hesitate whatsoever in deciding to put an end to
> Tootie's discomfort. She was cremated, and the ashes were to be shipped
> back to my folks' house up north. Because of some miscommunications or
> something, my folks ended up going *back* to TED's office, some 100 miles
> or so out of their way, to retrieve Tootie's ashes. She was that much a
> part of our lives.
>
> Goodbye, sweet girl. You may have done things your way and on your
> terms, but in an ironic twist, that's probably what I'll remember best,
> and most fondly, about you.
>
> --- Cory, about to get a bad case of MMS...
>
> --
> "Mine hedd a tennizball izz NOT!" --- Mr. GrowlTiger
>
> My e-mail address does not have my first name in it.