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  • peteycat9
    Deare Debra, Your tribute to Putney is just beautiful. I own an ornery cat named Peter and I think he s incredible. He hates everyone but his family, and
    Message 1 of 5 , Nov 2, 2003
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      Deare Debra,
      Your tribute to Putney is just beautiful. I own an ornery cat
      named Peter and I think he's incredible. He hates everyone but his
      family, and like Putney, he too likes to "capture" a piece of
      clothing and drag it around the house. I can only imagine your grief
      right now. You were a great Mom to this cat and you gave him a
      wonderful life. I am truly sorry for your loss.
      --- In feline-heart@yahoogroups.com, Debra Yarrington
      <yarringt@a...> wrote:
      > He left last night at 4:00 am. He was sleeping with me on the bed,
      > he must have gotten confused and tried to get off the bed by going
      > the headboard. He crashed into my nightstand and fell to the
      floor. I
      > called the emergency vet to tell them we were coming in. But then
      > bellowed 3 times. I went and held him. He arched his back and
      > out his paws, and that was it. There were a few more gasps of
      > but they were just his body - he was already gone. He was my first
      > and my handsome boy.
      > He was 4 weeks when he came to me, with huge orange-gold eyes in
      > this tiny black fuzzy body. I found him under a porch meowing
      > -apparently his mom had been frightened off and moved the other
      > but hadn't come back for him. When I first brought him home, he
      > figure out how to drink on his own, he was afraid of the toys I
      bought him
      > (they were bigger than he was), and he couldn't get into the litter
      > - I had to build a ramp for him.
      > He was my cat and my cat only. He liked to travel on my shoulders.
      > When he was a baby he'd climb up my legs and back and just sit on
      > my shoulder as I went about my business. As he got older and
      > he still liked to sit on my shoulders. I'd have a 22 lb cat
      wrapped around
      > my neck. I'd end up with a neckache.
      > He hated and terrorized everyone else. An exboyfriend called him
      > Satan's spawn. He cornered one of my visiting friends in the spare
      > bedroom for hours one day while I was at work. He bit, hissed at,
      > and scratched everyone but me. All the other cats (except Tigger)
      > were afraid of him. He was ornery. But he'd let me do anything to
      > him. And he slept curled up with me every night, his head leaning
      > on my stomach. He always slept on my shoe, so I'd always go
      > to work and class with one shoe covered with Putney fur.
      > He was very smart. He knew tricks, like "up up" and "where's your
      > toy?" He played fetch like a dog. He could open doors with his
      > paws. And he knew all the cats' names, so if I called for a cat,
      > look at the cat I was calling for.
      > My goddaughter left her pink knit hat at my house when she was
      > 1 year old. That became Putney's hat. He'd "capture" it and then
      > he'd carry it around, proudly meowing his "I am the hunter king"
      > meow. I'd always tell him how brave he was for catching the
      > evil pink hat.
      > Putney loved to be brushed. He'd preen and purr and I'd always
      > call him my handsome boy. As he grew older, he got strands
      > of white mixed in with the black. His coat turned a beautiful
      > salt and pepper silver. Everyone would tell me how handsome
      > he was. I even had one (insensitive) friend tell me, "when he
      > you should stuff him because he's beautiful!" He had big golden
      > eyes.
      > Ironically, with the kittens, Putney had finally found a friend.
      > The little girl Sarabi liked Putney and would curl up with him.
      > At first he looked completely affronted by her affection, but
      > I think he was growing to like it, and I think it would have been
      > so good for him. He was the grandfather of my group. I was
      > looking forward to his finally being the patriarch and all the joys
      > it brought.
      > You should never write these things. They never do your loved one
      > justice. I can't satisfactorily convey his ornery personality or
      > the way he like to lick the palm of my hand or the way he could
      > just sit there and look at people and intimidate them, but I knew
      > it was all bluff. To never feel his soft fur under my hand, or to
      > see those huge gold eyes again hurts so badly.
      > I'll miss him. I'll miss him so much. I love him.
    • Grace Jr
      I m sorry to hear about Putney. I ve only just joined this group, but your post made me feel like I knew him. It s so painful to lose them, and memories seem
      Message 2 of 5 , Nov 3, 2003
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        I'm sorry to hear about Putney. I've only just joined this group,
        but your post made me feel like I knew him. It's so painful to lose
        them, and memories seem to hurt so badly. He's looking down on your
        and the rest of your fur-family, knowing he was loved, and knowing
        that in time, those tears of sorrow will turn into sweet memories of
        the times the two of you have shared.
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