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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
Pinky was a stripey orange cat that showed up on my back porch one
snowy winter afternoon in December of 1990. He was a young cat - maybe 10-11 months old - strong boned and quite large - and quite hungry. He was gorgeous - true cream-orange with deeper orange stripes, a little lighter on the beck and belly, and had an incredible pink nose and lips. Right way he was friendly. I lived in a rural area with farms close by so I figured he was a Spring kitten who wantered away from the farm looking for food. I fed him, opened my garage to him and put some water out for him. I figured he'd either stay or go back to wherever he had come from, but I wanted him to have a good meal, at least. Well, every night thereafter, when I got home around 6:00 - the big orange cat would be waiting for me. I'd give him some attention, go in and feed him, and then go back to the house to my own kitties, always hoping Mr. orange would go back to wherever he came from. After a couple days, he started bringing me mice. Sometimes it was a whole mouse - others, just the head. Once he brought me just the nose, whiskers attached! he must have been hungry that day. By this time, I had run two ads in the paper - one for lost cat, and another big orange cat available for adoption. Neither ad got responses, so I decided to have him vetted and neutered and take him to my Mom for Christmas. My Mom had lost my other cat to CRF a few months before, and was down to only one kitty, so I knew she'd be receptive. I walked into her house with the carrier, and her first words were "Oh, you didn't!" Yes, Mom, I did. I had named him Fritz for vet purposes, but Mom took one look at him and said "My Dad used to have a big ole Orange Tom he called Pink." Shortly there after, she started calling him Pinky. Pinky (or Pinkus as he was often called) settle in right way- he got along fabulously with the resident Black and White, Otis, and of course Mom loved him dearly. He was a sweet cat - always rubbing your legs and wanting you to scritch his butt right above his tail. He'd lift his nose up in the air and get a certain look of esctasy in his eye when you did this. He loved to sleep with you but wasn't an in-your-face kitty. He'd prefer to be between your legs or curled up on the foot of your bed. He was always an indoor-outdoor kitty but never strayed too far away from home. He ruled the roost at Mom's - always keeping on top of what was going on from the front porrch or from beneath the bushes at the front of the house. When inside, you could always find Pinky on the back of the couch looking out the window - this was so true I even made up a song about it. Pink always took well to other cats - Mom acquired a couple of kittens over the years and you'd often see Pinky playing with them, or holding them down "scolding" them, and giving them kisses on the head that were *just* a little too rough, as if to say "You do as I say, ya little brat!" Pinky lived with Mom until she died in 2001. She died very suddenly at home, and when she was found, Pink was curled up in her lab, keeping her company. I like to think he was with her when she died - any time he was on your lap, you were happy. Pinky then went to live with my sister in an older farm house out in the country, which they later decided to renovate. He adjusted well to the rural life there, settled in with the other kitties, would prowl the property, and hang out in the bushes like he did at Mom's. One night, he was on the porch when a bobcat came up to investigate! Pink screamed bloody murder (and peed), and my sisiter ran out and rescued him. He was so scared he stayed in for a few days afterwards. Mom always used to tell him if he didn't come in at night the Boogey Cat was going to get him - little did she know it was true! Pinky got in trouble one time during rennovation by climbing up walls and between the floors to investigate. He was a curious cat, and very smart but sometimes that got him into trouble. A few days ago, my sister drove up and saw Pinky in the yard . She called him but he didn't come trotting up like he usually did. When he eventually did come, something was definitely not right with him. His hindquarters were weak and the look in his eyes wasn't right. She rushed him to the Emergency vet, they ran all sorts of test on him and found noththing wrong. They put him on supportive care and he perked up a bit, so they transfered him to the regular vet as soon as they could. That vet x-rayed Pinky and found a large mass in his chest. He did ok for a day or so but then declined rapidly. The vet said she thought maybe the cancer had spread to his brain. My sister chose to euthanize him yesterday to end his suffering. This photo, which my BIL took, exemplifies Pinky. He was one big lug with a heart of gold: http://groups.msn.com/idontmindsComp...oto&PhotoID=51 Pink was an awesome cat, and will be greatly missed. He did all Big Orange Cats everywhere proud - he was an archetypical Big Orange Cat. He was smart as a whip, sweet as a cat could be, and a big fluff ball of purrs. Goodbye Sweet Pinkus - Stinkus Pinkus - Mr. Fuzzy Pants. We love you and someday will see you again. Take care of Mom - I am sure she is glad to have you with her you again. -L. |
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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
"-L." wrote in message
ups.com... Pink was an awesome cat, and will be greatly missed. He did all Big Orange Cats everywhere proud - he was an archetypical Big Orange Cat. He was smart as a whip, sweet as a cat could be, and a big fluff ball of purrs. Goodbye Sweet Pinkus - Stinkus Pinkus - Mr. Fuzzy Pants. We love you and someday will see you again. Take care of Mom - I am sure she is glad to have you with her you again. Purrs what a beautiful story. The world is a smaller place without this icon of cat-dom. -- Niel H |
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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
"-L." wrote in message ups.com... Pinky was a stripey orange cat that showed up on my back porch one snowy winter afternoon in December of 1990. [...] Pink was an awesome cat, and will be greatly missed. He did all Big Orange Cats everywhere proud - he was an archetypical Big Orange Cat. He was smart as a whip, sweet as a cat could be, and a big fluff ball of purrs. Goodbye Sweet Pinkus - Stinkus Pinkus - Mr. Fuzzy Pants. We love you and someday will see you again. Take care of Mom - I am sure she is glad to have you with her you again. Thanks for taking the time to tell the story, Lyn. He sounds like a wonderful boy. I would like to have a Pinky! I still want a Big Orange Boycat. I know you will miss him. |
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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
L- wrote,
Pink was an awesome cat, and will be greatly missed. He did all Big Orange Cats everywhere proud - he was an archetypical Big Orange Cat. He was smart as a whip, sweet as a cat could be, and a big fluff ball of purrs. Goodbye Sweet Pinkus - Stinkus Pinkus - Mr. Fuzzy Pants. We love you and someday will see you again. Take care of Mom - I am sure she is glad to have you with her you again. ------------------------------------------ You gave Big Orange aka Pink 16 good years. A clink of the glass to Pink. That was a very touching & moving story about a fine kitty. Michael Lane " in vino veritas " Pliny 100 A D |
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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
What a touching story and a beautiful picture of a great kitty!!!
Michael Lane wrote: L- wrote, Pink was an awesome cat, and will be greatly missed. He did all Big Orange Cats everywhere proud - he was an archetypical Big Orange Cat. He was smart as a whip, sweet as a cat could be, and a big fluff ball of purrs. Goodbye Sweet Pinkus - Stinkus Pinkus - Mr. Fuzzy Pants. We love you and someday will see you again. Take care of Mom - I am sure she is glad to have you with her you again. ------------------------------------------ You gave Big Orange aka Pink 16 good years. A clink of the glass to Pink. That was a very touching & moving story about a fine kitty. Michael Lane " in vino veritas " Pliny 100 A D |
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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
"-L." wrote in message
ups.com... [snip] This photo, which my BIL took, exemplifies Pinky. He was one big lug with a heart of gold: http://groups.msn.com/idontmindsComp...oto&PhotoID=51 Pink was an awesome cat, and will be greatly missed. He did all Big Orange Cats everywhere proud - he was an archetypical Big Orange Cat. He was smart as a whip, sweet as a cat could be, and a big fluff ball of purrs. Goodbye Sweet Pinkus - Stinkus Pinkus - Mr. Fuzzy Pants. We love you and someday will see you again. Take care of Mom - I am sure she is glad to have you with her you again. -L. What a lovely memorial to a great cat. Thank you for sharing. Gail F. Ruled by Lao Ma, Ephiny, Minya, Melosa |
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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
On 23 Jul 2006 00:24:11 -0700, "-L." wrote:
Pink was an awesome cat, and will be greatly missed. He did all Big Orange Cats everywhere proud - he was an archetypical Big Orange Cat. Sad that he had to go, but he enjoyed a long happy life. The pictures are wonderful. Charlie |
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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
"-L." wrote in message ups.com... Pink was an awesome cat, and will be greatly missed. He did all Big Orange Cats everywhere proud - he was an archetypical Big Orange Cat. He was smart as a whip, sweet as a cat could be, and a big fluff ball of purrs. Goodbye Sweet Pinkus - Stinkus Pinkus - Mr. Fuzzy Pants. We love you and someday will see you again. Take care of Mom - I am sure she is glad to have you with her you again. -L. Beautiful story. Pinky sounds like he was an ideal cat, and had a lot of fun, love & adventures in his life. -- Liz |
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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
Pinky had a great life. I am so sorry for your loss.
Sue "-L." wrote in message ups.com... Pinky was a stripey orange cat that showed up on my back porch one snowy winter afternoon in December of 1990. He was a young cat - maybe 10-11 months old - strong boned and quite large - and quite hungry. He was gorgeous - true cream-orange with deeper orange stripes, a little lighter on the beck and belly, and had an incredible pink nose and lips. Right way he was friendly. I lived in a rural area with farms close by so I figured he was a Spring kitten who wantered away from the farm looking for food. I fed him, opened my garage to him and put some water out for him. I figured he'd either stay or go back to wherever he had come from, but I wanted him to have a good meal, at least. Well, every night thereafter, when I got home around 6:00 - the big orange cat would be waiting for me. I'd give him some attention, go in and feed him, and then go back to the house to my own kitties, always hoping Mr. orange would go back to wherever he came from. After a couple days, he started bringing me mice. Sometimes it was a whole mouse - others, just the head. Once he brought me just the nose, whiskers attached! he must have been hungry that day. By this time, I had run two ads in the paper - one for lost cat, and another big orange cat available for adoption. Neither ad got responses, so I decided to have him vetted and neutered and take him to my Mom for Christmas. My Mom had lost my other cat to CRF a few months before, and was down to only one kitty, so I knew she'd be receptive. I walked into her house with the carrier, and her first words were "Oh, you didn't!" Yes, Mom, I did. I had named him Fritz for vet purposes, but Mom took one look at him and said "My Dad used to have a big ole Orange Tom he called Pink." Shortly there after, she started calling him Pinky. Pinky (or Pinkus as he was often called) settle in right way- he got along fabulously with the resident Black and White, Otis, and of course Mom loved him dearly. He was a sweet cat - always rubbing your legs and wanting you to scritch his butt right above his tail. He'd lift his nose up in the air and get a certain look of esctasy in his eye when you did this. He loved to sleep with you but wasn't an in-your-face kitty. He'd prefer to be between your legs or curled up on the foot of your bed. He was always an indoor-outdoor kitty but never strayed too far away from home. He ruled the roost at Mom's - always keeping on top of what was going on from the front porrch or from beneath the bushes at the front of the house. When inside, you could always find Pinky on the back of the couch looking out the window - this was so true I even made up a song about it. Pink always took well to other cats - Mom acquired a couple of kittens over the years and you'd often see Pinky playing with them, or holding them down "scolding" them, and giving them kisses on the head that were *just* a little too rough, as if to say "You do as I say, ya little brat!" Pinky lived with Mom until she died in 2001. She died very suddenly at home, and when she was found, Pink was curled up in her lab, keeping her company. I like to think he was with her when she died - any time he was on your lap, you were happy. Pinky then went to live with my sister in an older farm house out in the country, which they later decided to renovate. He adjusted well to the rural life there, settled in with the other kitties, would prowl the property, and hang out in the bushes like he did at Mom's. One night, he was on the porch when a bobcat came up to investigate! Pink screamed bloody murder (and peed), and my sisiter ran out and rescued him. He was so scared he stayed in for a few days afterwards. Mom always used to tell him if he didn't come in at night the Boogey Cat was going to get him - little did she know it was true! Pinky got in trouble one time during rennovation by climbing up walls and between the floors to investigate. He was a curious cat, and very smart but sometimes that got him into trouble. A few days ago, my sister drove up and saw Pinky in the yard . She called him but he didn't come trotting up like he usually did. When he eventually did come, something was definitely not right with him. His hindquarters were weak and the look in his eyes wasn't right. She rushed him to the Emergency vet, they ran all sorts of test on him and found noththing wrong. They put him on supportive care and he perked up a bit, so they transfered him to the regular vet as soon as they could. That vet x-rayed Pinky and found a large mass in his chest. He did ok for a day or so but then declined rapidly. The vet said she thought maybe the cancer had spread to his brain. My sister chose to euthanize him yesterday to end his suffering. This photo, which my BIL took, exemplifies Pinky. He was one big lug with a heart of gold: http://groups.msn.com/idontmindsComp...oto&PhotoID=51 Pink was an awesome cat, and will be greatly missed. He did all Big Orange Cats everywhere proud - he was an archetypical Big Orange Cat. He was smart as a whip, sweet as a cat could be, and a big fluff ball of purrs. Goodbye Sweet Pinkus - Stinkus Pinkus - Mr. Fuzzy Pants. We love you and someday will see you again. Take care of Mom - I am sure she is glad to have you with her you again. -L. |
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RIP Dear Pinky (1990-2006) - long
My hat is off to Pinky! Thanks for sharing his story. Your family was
truly blessed. Michelle |
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