Fuzzball (aka fuzz, fuzzbutt, or even fuzzballess)

Fuzzball came to us when Vicki's mother called us one day to tell us of a bag of kittens left under a tree overnight. The night was a chilly November one. When they found the bag there were three kittens huddled together in it for warmth, a fourth (Fuzzball) had left the bag and found a car port and a warm car to sleep near.

When we went to see them, three of the kittens ran from us, the fourth, Fuzzball ran to us. We HAD to take him home.

Samantha ( the newer )

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Whatcha got?		Ready? I am!
		Who? Me?

Tyrone

We have decided to keep Tyrone despite some problems.

A big cat he has gained 2 pounds since we got him and now weighs in at 18 pounds.

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Goliath  aka  Big Butch Bam Bam Goliath Kitty or Golly. 

Died April 27, 2002. We buried him in our back yard and planted a garden over him.

We picked Goliath up at the pound. If we understood his card correctly, he was several days past his 'time'. He was about two when we got him. He was a powerful cat.  Declawed by his previous owner, he was still the dominant cat in the Queen Anne neighborhood where we lived at the time. 

This last year he had been in declining health. Renal failure, hyperthyroid, he had gone from a robust 16 pounds to a mere 6.  We had been giving him fluids every other day, but it reached a point where even that was not doing him any good.  We made the decision and called the vet. 

Play time.
	Ahh... Comfortable at last.	Could I borrow your credit card? I think I see something I want.
			A warm monitor and bowl of food. The life of a cat is good.

 

Kootie Kitty

Kootie was with us for far to short a time.  In May of 1998 we had to have her put to sleep.

Kootie came to us when the vets office called to let us know that they were looking for a home for a stray they had acquired. Kootie had been hanging around the vets office and they fed her some. She stayed, one day they opened the door and in she ran. They checked her over and put a collar on her asking her owners to call. The had a time of it putting her out and about half an hour later she darted back in. They figured that she was theirs now. They gave her shots and started looking for a home for her, we loved her at first sight!

 

She was only 5 and 1/4 pounds when she was found, now she is up to a healthy 7 1/2 pounds. She has finally gotten less skittish and is a love... some of the time other times she is really standoffish, she seems to have a bit of a split personality. She will go outside but if looks as if you might lock her out she panics and runs back in.

Samantha 

Samantha was a cat of intense affection, she came to me when Vicki, before we were married, convinced me to take here in.  Vicki's father had declared that there were to many cats at the house and some had to go.

When Samantha had to be put to sleep in 95, I wrote this memorial.

Fisky

Fisky was supposed to be the families dog, but somehow ended up being mine. She was a sweet dog, she was 17 when we had to have her put down due to medical difficulties. She loved pizza with onion and peanuts in the shell (which she would crack open and eat the peanut inside leave shell behind).

When we were young she enjoyed following us around outside, one winter it snowed to a depth of about 11 inches; deeper than she was tall. She made do by jumping from footstep to footstep we left in the snow.

 

Fisky came to live with Vicki and I, about the time we were married. Age had begun to catch up to her at that point. Nearly deaf, eyesight failing, she came to our household. This was the umpteenth move for her, but she did not mind. She was with people who loved her and that was what was important. Samantha our cat of the time was uncertain what to make of this new addition to the family. Fisky on the other hand could care less about the cat. She had seen other pets come and other pets go through out her life and she always was the one who stayed.