Rolecall: RPCA Rainbow Bridge kitties
 

Gandalf wrote:

So I thought it would be nice to have a thread with all of the RPCA RB
kitties names in it.


It has been a sad autumn. I hope we will all do better in the coming year.

I've lived with cats since I was born, and I won't record all those cats
here. But the two I shared my life with after moving away from home both
died in 2005. My feisty little Nikki at age almost 17 on 22nd May, and
my darling soulmate Frank had just turned 18 when he was eased of his
pain on 8th December. I still miss them, and dream about them every now
and then.

Currently my two young and healthy kitties are sending lots of purrs
around the world to all of you who have lost a dear friend recently.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.

Rolecall: RPCA Rainbow Bridge kitties
 

On Oct 31, 2:16 am, (Gandalf) wrote:
.

So I thought it would be nice to have a thread with all of the RPCA RB
kitties names in it.


Working backwards (normal for me):

Berfert RB Christmas 3005 We miss our little funny guy.

Penelope Marie RB Spring 2004. She'll always be in my heart.

Buddy RB 1998 Murdered by a hateful neighbor

Pumpkin RB 1996 He just disappeared.one day. He was Amanda's orange
tabby boy.

Guido RB 1994 He loved to stick his whiskers up Rob's nose to wake
him up in the morning. Also liked to pet my hair.

Muffin MIA 1993. The only cat I knew who could make people believe
that a 28 lb cat was starving.

Needles MIA 1992 He disappeared less than a month before we were to
move to Texas. I miss him.

Pixel MIA 1992 Disappeared at the same time as Needles. I miss him
as well

Diamond MIA (sorta) 1990 As we were getting ready to move to the west
coast from Kentucky, he moved in with his girlfriend next door to us.
I wish him a long life and a lot of MRE caramel.

There are more, but I cannot go on here. Thanks for the chance to say
good bye again.

Pam S.

Rolecall: RPCA Rainbow Bridge kitties
 

It seems like the past 6 months there have been *so many* RPCA kitties
going to the Bridge.

By my count, no less than 11 RPCA cats have gone to the Bridge, just
since June.

I'm sorry to say that it is getting very hard to remember all of the RB
kitties, so they can be properly honored.

So I thought it would be nice to have a thread with all of the RPCA RB
kitties names in it.

I'll start.

Both of my RB kitties have been gone for a long time, although I still
miss them every day. They are buried in my back yard, under my lilac
bushes. There are stone markers where I laid them to rest.

My wonderful, outgoing, extremely friendly tuxedo lady, Lucky, went to
the Bridge on June 9, 1999, before I found RPCA. She shared 16 years
with me.

My sweet, gentle, loving all white cat, Blizzard, went to the Bridge in
April 10th, 2001. I was blessed with a long full life with her.

Some of the old timers here may remember when Blizzard went deaf, and
gave me advice to cope with her loss of hearing.

In her last year of life, Blizzard began to have trouble jumping up on
the sofa and my bed, and again I received very helpful advice from the
good people here on RPCA to help Blizzard with her decreased mobility.

I was very blessed in that both of my RB kitties lived long full lives,
and suffered no illness, until the very end.

Many other RPCA kitties have not been so fortunate, I'm very sorry to
say.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein

Life is very difficult. Once you understand that, life becomes easier.
-Buddha

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Shmoggleberry J. Cat, Esquire went to the Bridge on the 11th of October,
2007

Snoopy, cat of my youth, left years ago, maybe 1989 or so.

Two others, 'Drooling cat' and 'Blackie' would also be at RB by now. Blackie
was the cat before Snoopy, but she didn't fit the family and was rehomed
elsewhere without children, and Drooling Cat was just some poor old street
cat, half blind, totally toothless and very very thin, but s/he always had
time for a good hard chin scritch on my way to the train station in the
morning. Every morning s/he was there for a good six months, just waiting
for her chin scritch, and then one day she wasn't. I never saw her again. I
assume she went to RB.

And IBKFergus, although not at the Bridge yet (I trust) is still remembered
and missed, although I know she's safe somewhere better for her than here.
She needed calm, quiet, 'unexciting', consistant environment with people who
could dedicate alot of more time to her than we could. I wish we cold have
offered that to her, but even if she ended up as a 'barn cat' she is still
far better off than her littermates, some of which I still see at work (but
most I don't :-( )

Yowie

Rolecall: RPCA Rainbow Bridge kitties
 

Gandalf wrote:


So I thought it would be nice to have a thread with all of the RPCA RB
kitties names in it.

Speedy Joe (MIA but must be RB by now)- our first cat. He was at best semi
feral when we got him and as he got older he stayed out more and more until
he never came back- didn't help that Billingsgate Fish Market had just opened
down the road!

Fugazi (RB)- 14th of April 1999 aged 12 from cancer

Isis (RB)- 29th of May 2003 aged 16 just went to sleep and never woke up

Travis (RB)- sometime in August 2003, aged 5 months, she was Dunzi and
Sarsi's sister and when it looked as if she was not going to be rehomed, we
offered to take her but the woman who had her mum decided to keep her and
just a few weeks later, she was stood on and had to be helped over the Bridge
due to head injuries. We never had her but I still consider her to be one of
"my cats"

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

--
Message posted via http://www.catkb.com

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On Oct 31, 5:51 am, "Lesley via CatKB.com" u27720@uwe wrote:
Gandalf wrote:

So I thought it would be nice to have a thread with all of the RPCA RB
kitties names in it.

Speedy Joe (MIA but must be RB by now)- our first cat. He was at best semi
feral when we got him and as he got older he stayed out more and more until
he never came back- didn't help that Billingsgate Fish Market had just opened
down the road!

Fugazi (RB)- 14th of April 1999 aged 12 from cancer

Isis (RB)- 29th of May 2003 aged 16 just went to sleep and never woke up

Travis (RB)- sometime in August 2003, aged 5 months, she was Dunzi and
Sarsi's sister and when it looked as if she was not going to be rehomed, we
offered to take her but the woman who had her mum decided to keep her and
just a few weeks later, she was stood on and had to be helped over the Bridge
due to head injuries. We never had her but I still consider her to be one of
"my cats"

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

--
Message posted viahttp://www.catkb.com

Penny - RB June 12, 2005. Was put down after someone shot her with a
pellet gun.
I got her from the shelter when she chose me. She was only with me
for 2 yrs, way too short a time.

Annie - RB April 1, 2007. Died of cancer at 12 yrs. Sweet girl, got
her and her brother in Aug. 1995 after my brother's barn cat had a
litter. She was timid, spent a lot of time under a blanket. Would
purr if you just looked at her.

Theresa

Rolecall: RPCA Rainbow Bridge kitties
 

"Gandalf" wrote in message
...
It seems like the past 6 months there have been *so many* RPCA kitties
going to the Bridge.
So I thought it would be nice to have a thread with all of the RPCA RB
kitties names in it.

Gosh, this is a tough ask - it brings back much grief. But it's a great idea
to pay them another tribute.

My significant past masters:

Happy - 1947-1965: the master who raised me - fine longhaired tabby.
I was away at boarding school when his time came and he was PTS with
assorted
old-aged systemic shutdowns.

Aries - 1979-1993: my soulmate black panther. CRF.

Kensey: 1991-1999: sturdy panther 2, immensely clever cat and mighty, mighty
hunter (weasels, huge rats, squirrels, gifts so regular local foxes used to
come to my front door nightly to feast on the offerings K brought me. RTA.

Pericles: 1995-2006: Red Tabby Maine Coon, wonderful stately boy, feisty as
h*ck. Would walk miles round my local village on a harness staring down or
scaring off the local d-thing population. FIP.

I miss every one almost every day, but at least I know I'm a better person
for having had their company & training.

Purrs
Gordon
+ present owners Bandit, Snowball, Claudius & Raki the D-Pet. All viewable
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Thanks for the opportunity to remember, Gandalf - it is very apropos for All
Souls Day.

Bandit left us on June 4, 2007. Dr. French came to our home so that Bandit
wouldn't know fear as her last experience on earth.

She had an easy passage to the bridge, she was so weak that I think the
intramuscular sedative was enough to send her on her way. When Dr. French
poked her thigh with the sedative needle she gave one last cougar-like yowl
and scared the **** out of the vet tech (Bandit's trademark, patented July
8, 1990). After that it took about 5 minutes for the sedative to start
working (as I said, I think her breathing may have stopped, or slowed so
much I couldn't see her chest rise, at that point). Then Dr. French gave
her the medicine that released her from her pain and infirmities. The whole
time I was crooning to her the exact words I said to her as I left for work
each morning, "Bye my Bandit, you be Mommy's good girl and I'll see you
later. I love my Bandit."

We had a good final weekend together, I got some last pictures of her, and I
let her roam around in the backyard smelling the world for the last time
(http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/Bandit_Last/). You can see how
weary she looked in the pictures taken on the day she went to the bridge.

For the last two hours of her life I held her in my arms and petted her, and
told her all that she meant to me over the years.

================================================== ================================================== =

In loving memory of our beloved Bandit, April 8, 1990 to June 4, 2007.

Here are just a few memories of Bandit (in 17 years, there are a *lot* of
memories).

Bandit was one of the smartest cats I've ever known.

Some examples of how smart she was...

The first example of how smart she was is the first time I met her. She was
all of 6 weeks old when I opened my front door one day and she dashed past
my legs into my living room. I picked her up and put her back outside next
to the food bowl, assuming she was the kitten of one of the feral/stray cats
I fed. However, as soon as I put her down she ran back into the house again.
At that point I accepted the inevitable and informed DH that we had been
adopted by the cutest little long-haired tabby I had ever seen.

She understood an amazing number of words and phrases, such as:

Whenever I said, "Come huggers me, Bandit!" she would walk across my bed and
snuggle down next to me so I could hug/hold her like a teddy-bear. The word,
"tuna", no matter how softly muttered, sent her tearing across the house
into the kitchen even before I started the can opener (it got so that DH and
I had to spell the word "tuna" - which worked until she learned how to spell
"tuna"!!!). When she was naughty, the phrase, "Go lay down, you're
punished!" caused her to drop her head and walk into my bedroom (where she
sat right next to the threshold and leaned over to look out at me sadly
until I relented). She knew when I said, "Let's play put the sheets on the
bed," that it was time to come jump up and kill all the evil bed greeblings.

She knew an amazing number of actions that would cause a reaction, such as:

When she wanted to wake me up, she would touch the "touch lamp" that sat on
the night stand next to my bed 3 times very quickly with her nose to turn it
on to its brightest setting. Or, if that didn't work fast enough, she would
dip her paw into the glass of water I kept beside my bed and then shake it
off in front of my face.

Bandit was one of the meanest / fiercest cats I've ever known (her nickname
was "Bitch Queen of the Universe").

Some examples of how mean / fierce she was...

When Bandit was only about 8 weeks old, my son walked in the front door
followed by his friend, who was followed by his pit bull. Bandit was sitting
on the arm of the sofa when she launched herself through the air and landed
on the dog's face. She locked her front claws behind his ears and her back
claws under his jaw, and proceeded to bite him about the face and head. She
looked like the alien in the movie "Alien" who plastered itself onto the
astronaut's face. The poor dog stood there yelping and shaking his head back
and forth trying to dislodge her. He finally managed to rid himself of her
and ran yelping all the way home.

I would warn every vet and vet tech about how violent Bandit could get and
would ask them if I could hold her so they wouldn't get hurt (even though
she would bite and scratch me, she didn't do it as savagely to me as to
anybody else). One vet's office refused to let me hold her and had the vet
tech try to hold her down instead. The poor vet tech wound up needing over
50 stitches in his forearm where she raked him with her hind claws.

For the first few years after we moved to Houston, we lived in a second
story apartment. We used to let Bandit sit on the balcony until one day when
she spotted a very large tom cat in the garden below. She jumped off the
balcony onto the back of the tom and then chased him for two blocks until
she got tired (she used to be a lot more "fluffy" than she had been
recently).

Just about a year after that, we had a couple over to our apartment. I
warned the guys to stay away from Bandit, but one of the guys said, "You've
got to be kidding - we have 3 large pit bulls at home, we're not afraid of
one little cat!" "No," I said, "I'm not kidding - stay away from her, she'll
hurt you." Ben and I went into the kitchen together to get drinks when we
suddenly heard loud screeching and Bandit's cougar-like yowl (Bandit's
trademark, patented July 8, 1990) coming from our living room. When we
rushed back in we found that one of the guys had made a kick-like motion
towards her with his foot. He was standing on top of the backrest of our
sofa, hugging the wall and screaming, "Get her away from me, get her away
from me please!"

Bandit was one of the most vengeful cats I've ever known.

She would take revenge every single time I traveled out of the city and left
her alone with Ben ("not the mama"). And she knew how to count, too! Once
when I left her for three days, she took the opportunity of my coming in the
front door with my luggage to dart outside. I found her collar on the bushes
in front of our apartment, but no Bandit. I searched all night and the next
three nights in vane. Just when I was ready to give up, after the exact
amount of time that I had been away, Bandit showed up on our (upstairs)
doorstep haughtily waiting to be let back in again. Other times after I'd
been away, when she didn't feel like being bothered by disappearing, she
would take her revenge by biting me in the middle of the night for as many
nights as I had been gone.
Bandit liked her creature comforts.

I like to pile my bed high with pillows - 4 fat, king-sized pillows and 7
small throw pillows. Bandit would climb on top of that huge mound and nap
peacefully on the softest spot in the entire house. She would curse me out
every night when I made her move off of her throne in order to unmake my bed
for sleeping. However, she did forgive me upon our nightly ritual of a
complete body massage, brushing with a soft baby's brush, and scritchin's
for at least a half an hour before she deigned to settle down to some
serious sleeping.

Bandit had the most indomitable spirit of any cat I've ever known.

When she was 15 years old I took her in for a routine teeth cleaning. The
vet was using a new "rice" warming sack and the vet tech left the sack in
the microwave for far too long. Bandit was burned on over 60% of her body -
burned so badly that the skin became gangrenous and started sloughing off
her body. I didn't even know it had happened, she hid her pain so well. It
wasn't until 10 days later that I saw the open wound on her belly that I
knew she had been grievously injured. It took three surgeries to remove the
dead skin and close up all the wounds on her belly, back and side. For weeks
and weeks she was in the most unimaginable pain any creature could endure,
yet she still came to me each night to be petted and brushed. And when she
went to the vet to get the last staples taken out, it took two vet techs and
me to hold her down, and she still managed to slash and bite two of us (me
so badly I had to get antibiotics and a tetanus shot!!!).

In the last year of her life she was blinded by the tumor in her brain that
eventually brought the end of her life. Yet she never backed down from the
challenge of living life to the fullest. She walked boldly across the floor
(and often, just as boldly, walked into walls or furniture) - but was never
afraid. When anybody got "in her face", or in her air space (she resented
any other creature breathing *her* air), she would hiss and yowl and
violently swat the air in front of her (said intruder having wisely backed
out of range), and then sit back to lick herself in triumph.

Bandit loved me more than anybody else on this earth loved me.

She loved me totally, unconditionally, and steadfastly. Any time that any
part of her body was touching any part of my body she was purring in
contentment. She snuggled close to me every night and let me hold her like a
teddy bear. She trusted me to always be there for her as she was always
there for me. When I was feeling moody and being so bitchy that everyone
else avoided me, she came and rubbed herself on me and purred until I was
feeling better again. When it seemed like everyone in the world was
conspiring to crush my spirit, she licked the tears from my face and let me
know that even if everyone else in my life left me alone and in pain she
would stay by my side and ease my sorrow.

Bandit will be more sorely missed than any other cat I've ever known.

After 17 years I feel so lost and alone without her that the pain sometimes
takes my breath away. I'll forget for whole minutes at a time that she's
gone and then something will remind me (everything reminds me!) and the
realization of her loss washes over me again with the same force as when the
vet whispered, "She's gone now."

Bandit left behind three "sisters", all of whom I love dearly. And there
will probably be other cats in my life whom I'll love as well. But there
will never be another cat who has that special bond with me that Bandit had.
There can never be another cat who could take on the world with her spirit
and courage and grace. Her loss has left behind a hole in my heart a
thousand times larger than the tiny creature who held my heart in her paws.

My life will never be the same without her.

Hugs,

CatNipped

"Gandalf" wrote in message
...
It seems like the past 6 months there have been *so many* RPCA kitties
going to the Bridge.

By my count, no less than 11 RPCA cats have gone to the Bridge, just
since June.

I'm sorry to say that it is getting very hard to remember all of the RB
kitties, so they can be properly honored.

So I thought it would be nice to have a thread with all of the RPCA RB
kitties names in it.

I'll start.

Both of my RB kitties have been gone for a long time, although I still
miss them every day. They are buried in my back yard, under my lilac
bushes. There are stone markers where I laid them to rest.

My wonderful, outgoing, extremely friendly tuxedo lady, Lucky, went to
the Bridge on June 9, 1999, before I found RPCA. She shared 16 years
with me.

My sweet, gentle, loving all white cat, Blizzard, went to the Bridge in
April 10th, 2001. I was blessed with a long full life with her.

Some of the old timers here may remember when Blizzard went deaf, and
gave me advice to cope with her loss of hearing.

In her last year of life, Blizzard began to have trouble jumping up on
the sofa and my bed, and again I received very helpful advice from the
good people here on RPCA to help Blizzard with her decreased mobility.

I was very blessed in that both of my RB kitties lived long full lives,
and suffered no illness, until the very end.

Many other RPCA kitties have not been so fortunate, I'm very sorry to
say.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein

Life is very difficult. Once you understand that, life becomes easier.
-Buddha

Rolecall: RPCA Rainbow Bridge kitties
 

"Gandalf" wrote in message
...
It seems like the past 6 months there have been *so many* RPCA kitties
going to the Bridge.

By my count, no less than 11 RPCA cats have gone to the Bridge, just
since June.

I'm sorry to say that it is getting very hard to remember all of the RB
kitties, so they can be properly honored.

So I thought it would be nice to have a thread with all of the RPCA RB
kitties names in it.

I'll start.

Both of my RB kitties have been gone for a long time, although I still
miss them every day. They are buried in my back yard, under my lilac
bushes. There are stone markers where I laid them to rest.

My wonderful, outgoing, extremely friendly tuxedo lady, Lucky, went to
the Bridge on June 9, 1999, before I found RPCA. She shared 16 years
with me.

My sweet, gentle, loving all white cat, Blizzard, went to the Bridge in
April 10th, 2001. I was blessed with a long full life with her.

Some of the old timers here may remember when Blizzard went deaf, and
gave me advice to cope with her loss of hearing.

In her last year of life, Blizzard began to have trouble jumping up on
the sofa and my bed, and again I received very helpful advice from the
good people here on RPCA to help Blizzard with her decreased mobility.

I was very blessed in that both of my RB kitties lived long full lives,
and suffered no illness, until the very end.

Many other RPCA kitties have not been so fortunate, I'm very sorry to
say.



For me, it's my tiny Mimi, who went to RB in 1995, aged 14, of kidney
failure. She was a feisty little tuxedo girl who introduced herself by
hiding under the bed, but soon revealed herself as a pint-sized Ayatollah,
an iron paw in a velvet glove. She looked, and acted, most of the time, as
if tuna wouldn't melt in her mouth. But she wanted what she wanted when she
wanted it, and just about always got it. She loved to be chased, and my
ex-- who was completely enslaved by her-- obliged her by chasing her around
the house every night. She would sit patiently beside me, waiting for
attention, then she would pick up a tiny paw, and poke me with it, *hard*,
like this-- **poke poke**. HEY YOU! A little attention here. My mom, also
enslaved by her, would give her what seemed to me like unbelievably rough
petting sessions-- she was so tiny. Mimi loved it, and that was why she
loved my Mom. As soon as Mom arrived, Mimi would pop out of nowhere,
demanding her "beating." ;)

She also gave Stinky his name. When he arrived, she made faces that clearly
said "Why did you bring me this stinky kitten?" She always made sure he
knew his place, would hold him down for emphatic hygiene even when he was
twice her size, and kept his whiskers trimmed to a discreet length.

I will always miss her.

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I still miss Jazz. He left us for the RB after 12 years
of being a sometimes nasty, but always loving kitty.
Lily never knew him but I have a picture of her as a
kitten on top of the computer monitor looking at Jazz's
..jpg. It always gives me pleasure to see that. Bast bless
all our furbabies who have given us years of love and
joy.

Lily & her mama

--
Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time.

"Gandalf" wrote in message
...
It seems like the past 6 months there have been *so many* RPCA kitties
going to the Bridge.

By my count, no less than 11 RPCA cats have gone to the Bridge, just
since June.

I'm sorry to say that it is getting very hard to remember all of the RB
kitties, so they can be properly honored.

So I thought it would be nice to have a thread with all of the RPCA RB
kitties names in it.

I'll start.

Both of my RB kitties have been gone for a long time, although I still
miss them every day. They are buried in my back yard, under my lilac
bushes. There are stone markers where I laid them to rest.

My wonderful, outgoing, extremely friendly tuxedo lady, Lucky, went to
the Bridge on June 9, 1999, before I found RPCA. She shared 16 years
with me.

My sweet, gentle, loving all white cat, Blizzard, went to the Bridge in
April 10th, 2001. I was blessed with a long full life with her.

Some of the old timers here may remember when Blizzard went deaf, and
gave me advice to cope with her loss of hearing.

In her last year of life, Blizzard began to have trouble jumping up on
the sofa and my bed, and again I received very helpful advice from the
good people here on RPCA to help Blizzard with her decreased mobility.

I was very blessed in that both of my RB kitties lived long full lives,
and suffered no illness, until the very end.

Many other RPCA kitties have not been so fortunate, I'm very sorry to
say.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein

Life is very difficult. Once you understand that, life becomes easier.
-Buddha