Stinkyversary!!! 17 Stinky Years

There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. No, not that one-- the
anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the subway tracks
and brought him home. It was seventeen years ago.
(NB: Stinky's seventeenth purrday was celebrated nat the beginning of the
year)

Life certainly is strange. I hate to think of that kitten on the subway
tracks, and I loathe thinking of how he got there. But finding him there
was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Thank Bast for the young Marine who hopped down on the tracks and brought
him up for me.

He was scrawny, and his fur was dull, rough and sticky. He had a long neck,
an enormous eyes and ears. He was completely sweet and trusting.

I popped him in my tote bag, and we got on the train home. He kept the
other passengers entertaining by popping his head out, and swiveling it
around on his long neck, like a periscope.

There was no transition time, no adjustment period, no hiding under beds.
As soon as we got in the house, he hopped out of the bag, looked around, and
said "Nice! What's to eat?" He was disappointed, but not discouraged, when
my tiny Mimi reponded to his friendly overtures with hisses and headbops.

I took him to the vet for cleanup and snippage. When I went back to get
him, the vet tech and receptionist told me "We all LOVE him! He's the
sweetest little guy!!!"

The first night, he went wild in the house, and was everywhere at once. I
said to myself, "OMG, what have I done?" Mimi came to complain to
management. "Why have you brought me this stinky kitten?" she demanded.
Then, for the first of many times, he crawled into my lap and up my chest,
and released a deluge of purrs. That night, he crawled up onto my pillow
for the first time, and purred my headache away.

He grew fast, and his fur smoothed out, and started to glow. Soon his
outsides matched his insides. A glowing little soul. Oh, he was the master
hoolikitten from hell-- truly impressive. But his sweetness and his natural
gentlemanliness always shone through.

He has CRF, now, as many of you know, and seemed at death's door a couple of
months ago. I feel like it is a miracle that I still have my Stinky boy,
rejuvenated, almost completely himself again. I still wish he would get a
little fatter. But his fur is shiny again, his eyes are bright, and he is
butting into everyone's business, and supervising the way he should. I
can't really express what this cat is to me. He is my heart.


--
Theresa, Stinky and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

Kreisleriana wrote:
There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. No, not that
one-- the anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the
subway tracks and brought him home. It was seventeen years ago.
(NB: Stinky's seventeenth purrday was celebrated nat the beginning of
the year)

He grew fast, and his fur smoothed out, and started to glow. Soon his
outsides matched his insides. A glowing little soul. Oh, he was the
master hoolikitten from hell-- truly impressive. But his sweetness
and his natural gentlemanliness always shone through.

He has CRF, now, as many of you know, and seemed at death's door a
couple of months ago. I feel like it is a miracle that I still have
my Stinky boy, rejuvenated, almost completely himself again. I still
wish he would get a little fatter. But his fur is shiny again, his
eyes are bright, and he is butting into everyone's business, and
supervising the way he should. I can't really express what this cat
is to me. He is my heart.

Happy Anniversary, Stinky! Persia hopes you get some tweets, er, treats

Jill

Happy Stinkyversary!
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

Kreisleriana wrote:
There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. No, not that
one-- the anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the
subway tracks and brought him home. It was seventeen years ago.
(NB: Stinky's seventeenth purrday was celebrated nat the beginning of
the year)

Life certainly is strange. I hate to think of that kitten on the
subway tracks, and I loathe thinking of how he got there. But
finding him there was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Thank Bast for the young Marine who hopped down on the tracks and
brought him up for me.

He was scrawny, and his fur was dull, rough and sticky. He had a
long neck, an enormous eyes and ears. He was completely sweet and
trusting.
I popped him in my tote bag, and we got on the train home. He kept
the other passengers entertaining by popping his head out, and
swiveling it around on his long neck, like a periscope.

There was no transition time, no adjustment period, no hiding under
beds. As soon as we got in the house, he hopped out of the bag,
looked around, and said "Nice! What's to eat?" He was disappointed,
but not discouraged, when my tiny Mimi reponded to his friendly
overtures with hisses and headbops.
I took him to the vet for cleanup and snippage. When I went back to
get him, the vet tech and receptionist told me "We all LOVE him! He's the
sweetest little guy!!!"

The first night, he went wild in the house, and was everywhere at
once. I said to myself, "OMG, what have I done?" Mimi came to
complain to management. "Why have you brought me this stinky
kitten?" she demanded. Then, for the first of many times, he crawled
into my lap and up my chest, and released a deluge of purrs. That
night, he crawled up onto my pillow for the first time, and purred my
headache away.
He grew fast, and his fur smoothed out, and started to glow. Soon his
outsides matched his insides. A glowing little soul. Oh, he was the
master hoolikitten from hell-- truly impressive. But his sweetness
and his natural gentlemanliness always shone through.

He has CRF, now, as many of you know, and seemed at death's door a
couple of months ago. I feel like it is a miracle that I still have
my Stinky boy, rejuvenated, almost completely himself again. I still
wish he would get a little fatter. But his fur is shiny again, his
eyes are bright, and he is butting into everyone's business, and
supervising the way he should. I can't really express what this cat
is to me. He is my heart.

Happy Stinkyversary!!! YAY for the marine you fetched him for you. Marines
are useful that way. BG Stinky has grown into a beautiful gentlecat and
a delight to read about. May he delight us all for a long time. Dante can
(and has I'm sure) learn a lot from Stinky.

Pam S. who reads Stinky stories to Pine Cone in the hopes that he'll learn
from them. Nah, just for the fun of it.


"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
m...
There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. No, not that one-- the
anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the subway tracks
and brought him home. It was seventeen years ago.
(NB: Stinky's seventeenth purrday was celebrated nat the beginning of the
year)

Life certainly is strange. I hate to think of that kitten on the subway
tracks, and I loathe thinking of how he got there. But finding him there
was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Thank Bast for the young Marine who hopped down on the tracks and brought
him up for me.

He was scrawny, and his fur was dull, rough and sticky. He had a long
neck, an enormous eyes and ears. He was completely sweet and trusting.

I popped him in my tote bag, and we got on the train home. He kept the
other passengers entertaining by popping his head out, and swiveling it
around on his long neck, like a periscope.

There was no transition time, no adjustment period, no hiding under beds.
As soon as we got in the house, he hopped out of the bag, looked around,
and said "Nice! What's to eat?" He was disappointed, but not discouraged,
when my tiny Mimi reponded to his friendly overtures with hisses and
headbops.

I took him to the vet for cleanup and snippage. When I went back to get
him, the vet tech and receptionist told me "We all LOVE him! He's the
sweetest little guy!!!"

The first night, he went wild in the house, and was everywhere at once. I
said to myself, "OMG, what have I done?" Mimi came to complain to
management. "Why have you brought me this stinky kitten?" she demanded.
Then, for the first of many times, he crawled into my lap and up my chest,
and released a deluge of purrs. That night, he crawled up onto my pillow
for the first time, and purred my headache away.

He grew fast, and his fur smoothed out, and started to glow. Soon his
outsides matched his insides. A glowing little soul. Oh, he was the
master hoolikitten from hell-- truly impressive. But his sweetness and
his natural gentlemanliness always shone through.

He has CRF, now, as many of you know, and seemed at death's door a couple
of months ago. I feel like it is a miracle that I still have my Stinky
boy, rejuvenated, almost completely himself again. I still wish he would
get a little fatter. But his fur is shiny again, his eyes are bright, and
he is butting into everyone's business, and supervising the way he should.
I can't really express what this cat is to me. He is my heart.


--
Theresa, Stinky and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

You are a Cat Hero and Stinky is a delight. More power to both of you.
Charleen


"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
m...
There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. No, not that one-- the
anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the subway tracks
and brought him home. It was seventeen years ago.
(NB: Stinky's seventeenth purrday was celebrated nat the beginning of the
year)

Life certainly is strange. I hate to think of that kitten on the subway
tracks, and I loathe thinking of how he got there. But finding him there
was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Thank Bast for the young Marine who hopped down on the tracks and brought
him up for me.

He was scrawny, and his fur was dull, rough and sticky. He had a long
neck, an enormous eyes and ears. He was completely sweet and trusting.

I popped him in my tote bag, and we got on the train home. He kept the
other passengers entertaining by popping his head out, and swiveling it
around on his long neck, like a periscope.

There was no transition time, no adjustment period, no hiding under beds.
As soon as we got in the house, he hopped out of the bag, looked around,
and said "Nice! What's to eat?" He was disappointed, but not discouraged,
when my tiny Mimi reponded to his friendly overtures with hisses and
headbops.

I took him to the vet for cleanup and snippage. When I went back to get
him, the vet tech and receptionist told me "We all LOVE him! He's the
sweetest little guy!!!"

The first night, he went wild in the house, and was everywhere at once. I
said to myself, "OMG, what have I done?" Mimi came to complain to
management. "Why have you brought me this stinky kitten?" she demanded.
Then, for the first of many times, he crawled into my lap and up my chest,
and released a deluge of purrs. That night, he crawled up onto my pillow
for the first time, and purred my headache away.

He grew fast, and his fur smoothed out, and started to glow. Soon his
outsides matched his insides. A glowing little soul. Oh, he was the
master hoolikitten from hell-- truly impressive. But his sweetness and
his natural gentlemanliness always shone through.

He has CRF, now, as many of you know, and seemed at death's door a couple
of months ago. I feel like it is a miracle that I still have my Stinky
boy, rejuvenated, almost completely himself again. I still wish he would
get a little fatter. But his fur is shiny again, his eyes are bright, and
he is butting into everyone's business, and supervising the way he should.
I can't really express what this cat is to me. He is my heart.


--
Theresa, Stinky and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

Kreisleriana wrote:
There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. No, not that one-- the
anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the subway tracks
and brought him home. It was seventeen years ago.

Hooray for Stinky and his fambly on this wonderful anniversery. Cheers
for the Marine who brought him to you.

--
Will in New Haven
Cuddleseep is speshul
Effery ower counz az too.
An cuddleseep is gud four yoo.

On 4 Jul., 14:01, "Kreisleriana" wrote:
There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. *No, not that one-- the
anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the subway tracks
and brought him home. *It was seventeen years ago.
(NB: Stinky's seventeenth purrday was celebrated nat the beginning of the
year)

Life certainly is strange. *I hate to think of that kitten on the subway
tracks, and I loathe thinking of how he got there. *But finding him there
was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Thank Bast for the young Marine who hopped down on the tracks and brought
him up for me.

He was scrawny, and his fur was dull, rough and sticky. *He had a long neck,
an enormous eyes and ears. *He was completely sweet and trusting.

I popped him in my tote bag, and we got on the train home. *He kept the
other passengers entertaining by popping his head out, and swiveling it
around on his long neck, like a periscope. *

There was no transition time, no adjustment period, no hiding under beds.
As soon as we got in the house, he hopped out of the bag, looked around, and
said "Nice! What's to eat?" *He was disappointed, but not discouraged, when
my tiny Mimi reponded to his friendly overtures with hisses and headbops.

I took him to the vet for cleanup and snippage. *When I went back to get
him, the vet tech and receptionist told me "We all LOVE him! *He's the
sweetest little guy!!!"

The first night, he went wild in the house, and was everywhere at once. *I
said to myself, "OMG, what have I done?" *Mimi came to complain to
management. *"Why have you brought me this stinky kitten?" she demanded..
Then, for the first of many times, he crawled into my lap and up my chest,
and released a deluge of purrs. *That night, he crawled up onto my pillow
for the first time, and purred my headache away.

He grew fast, and his fur smoothed out, and started to glow. *Soon his
outsides matched his insides. *A glowing little soul. *Oh, he was the master
hoolikitten from hell-- truly impressive. *But his sweetness and his natural
gentlemanliness always shone through.

He has CRF, now, as many of you know, and seemed at death's door a couple of
months ago. *I feel like it is a miracle that I still have my Stinky boy,
rejuvenated, almost completely himself again. *I still wish he would get a
little fatter. *But his fur is shiny again, his eyes are bright, and he is
butting into everyone's business, and supervising the way he should. *I
can't really express what this cat is to me. *He is my heart.

--
Theresa, Stinky and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Pictures:http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

What a wonderful story! Happy anniversary and lots of more time for
Stinky and you.

love
Bettina

On Jul 4, 5:01*am, "Kreisleriana" wrote:
There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. *No, not that one-- the
anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the subway tracks
and brought him home. *It was seventeen years ago.
(NB: Stinky's seventeenth purrday was celebrated nat the beginning of the
year)

Life certainly is strange. *I hate to think of that kitten on the subway
tracks, and I loathe thinking of how he got there. *But finding him there
was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Thank Bast for the young Marine who hopped down on the tracks and brought
him up for me.

He was scrawny, and his fur was dull, rough and sticky. *He had a long neck,
an enormous eyes and ears. *He was completely sweet and trusting.

I popped him in my tote bag, and we got on the train home. *He kept the
other passengers entertaining by popping his head out, and swiveling it
around on his long neck, like a periscope. *

There was no transition time, no adjustment period, no hiding under beds.
As soon as we got in the house, he hopped out of the bag, looked around, and
said "Nice! What's to eat?" *He was disappointed, but not discouraged, when
my tiny Mimi reponded to his friendly overtures with hisses and headbops.

I took him to the vet for cleanup and snippage. *When I went back to get
him, the vet tech and receptionist told me "We all LOVE him! *He's the
sweetest little guy!!!"

The first night, he went wild in the house, and was everywhere at once. *I
said to myself, "OMG, what have I done?" *Mimi came to complain to
management. *"Why have you brought me this stinky kitten?" she demanded..
Then, for the first of many times, he crawled into my lap and up my chest,
and released a deluge of purrs. *That night, he crawled up onto my pillow
for the first time, and purred my headache away.

He grew fast, and his fur smoothed out, and started to glow. *Soon his
outsides matched his insides. *A glowing little soul. *Oh, he was the master
hoolikitten from hell-- truly impressive. *But his sweetness and his natural
gentlemanliness always shone through.

He has CRF, now, as many of you know, and seemed at death's door a couple of
months ago. *I feel like it is a miracle that I still have my Stinky boy,
rejuvenated, almost completely himself again. *I still wish he would get a
little fatter. *But his fur is shiny again, his eyes are bright, and he is
butting into everyone's business, and supervising the way he should. *I
can't really express what this cat is to me. *He is my heart.

--
Theresa, Stinky and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Pictures:http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

Happy Stinkyversary!! You really ARE THE BIG DOOD! Long may you be
enthroned upon pizza boxes and stealing cherries!

Melissa

On Jul 4, 8:01*am, "Kreisleriana" wrote:
There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. *No, not that one-- the
anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the subway tracks
and brought him home. *It was seventeen years ago.
(NB: Stinky's seventeenth purrday was celebrated nat the beginning of the
year)

Life certainly is strange. *I hate to think of that kitten on the subway
tracks, and I loathe thinking of how he got there. *But finding him there
was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Thank Bast for the young Marine who hopped down on the tracks and brought
him up for me.

He was scrawny, and his fur was dull, rough and sticky. *He had a long neck,
an enormous eyes and ears. *He was completely sweet and trusting.

I popped him in my tote bag, and we got on the train home. *He kept the
other passengers entertaining by popping his head out, and swiveling it
around on his long neck, like a periscope. *

There was no transition time, no adjustment period, no hiding under beds.
As soon as we got in the house, he hopped out of the bag, looked around, and
said "Nice! What's to eat?" *He was disappointed, but not discouraged, when
my tiny Mimi reponded to his friendly overtures with hisses and headbops.

I took him to the vet for cleanup and snippage. *When I went back to get
him, the vet tech and receptionist told me "We all LOVE him! *He's the
sweetest little guy!!!"

The first night, he went wild in the house, and was everywhere at once. *I
said to myself, "OMG, what have I done?" *Mimi came to complain to
management. *"Why have you brought me this stinky kitten?" she demanded..
Then, for the first of many times, he crawled into my lap and up my chest,
and released a deluge of purrs. *That night, he crawled up onto my pillow
for the first time, and purred my headache away.

He grew fast, and his fur smoothed out, and started to glow. *Soon his
outsides matched his insides. *A glowing little soul. *Oh, he was the master
hoolikitten from hell-- truly impressive. *But his sweetness and his natural
gentlemanliness always shone through.

He has CRF, now, as many of you know, and seemed at death's door a couple of
months ago. *I feel like it is a miracle that I still have my Stinky boy,
rejuvenated, almost completely himself again. *I still wish he would get a
little fatter. *But his fur is shiny again, his eyes are bright, and he is
butting into everyone's business, and supervising the way he should. *I
can't really express what this cat is to me. *He is my heart.

--
Theresa, Stinky and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Pictures:http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

Happy anniversary and many more

Winnie

Kreisleriana wrote:

There is a great anniversary celebrated this week. No, not that one-- the
anniversary of the day I took my sweet little buddy off the subway tracks
and brought him home. It was seventeen years ago.
(NB: Stinky's seventeenth purrday was celebrated nat the beginning of the
year)

Life certainly is strange. I hate to think of that kitten on the subway
tracks, and I loathe thinking of how he got there. But finding him there
was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

[snip]

He has CRF, now, as many of you know, and seemed at death's door a couple of
months ago. I feel like it is a miracle that I still have my Stinky boy,
rejuvenated, almost completely himself again. I still wish he would get a
little fatter. But his fur is shiny again, his eyes are bright, and he is
butting into everyone's business, and supervising the way he should. I
can't really express what this cat is to me. He is my heart.

What a wonderful story. You - with the help of a brave fellow - rescued
him from a very tough life, which probably would also have been very
short. I seriously doubt he would have had a first birthday, let alone a
17th!! (I know you're posting about the anniversary, but he had to have
his birthday first, right?)

It's also wonderful that he's doing so well now - he could very well
have years left in him.

--
Joyce

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