Poppy Vic

Victor Mathew Adamus

December 27, 1947 to September 18, 2012
 

better known, at least in the Cat Blogosphere, as
Poppy Vic, of Zoolatry.

 

Not really how I was planning to get back to blogging, but I couldn't just ignore this.
 

For Dave

Hi, everyone.

I just got word that my brother, Dave, has died.  Some of you might have met him and Hobo through Hobo's Tales.


I am going to be missing even more than usual for the next week or two.

For ML

http://missyblueeyes.blogspot.com/2012/07/dorothy-hazel-giggleman-elwell-january.html

Luna came for a visit

Luna came for a brief visit a few days ago.

In the dream, I was outside, by the back door.  She came walking around the old garage.  I was immensely glad to see her, and I picked her up and hugged her.  We cuddled on the back steps for a few minutes.  Then the alarm went off, and I woke up.

She hasn't visited again, so it looks like she just wanted one last cuddle.

What is weird is that garage was torn down couple decades ago, and the back porch was remodeled at the same time.  Luna had not even been born when those places were around.

I just thought you might be interested in knowing about that. 

For Luna - June, 1996 to June 23, 2011

For Luna

Amongst all the posts we've made, no one ever covered how Luna became part of the family.

In 1998 I decided I was ready for a new cat. At the time I was working long hours, often in an erratic schedule. So I decided that getting two kitties that were already buddies would work out best. That way, they could keep each other company when I was working. As it turned out, the shelter I was dealing with did not have any pairs. So I wound up picking two kitties of about the same size, age, and attitude, and hoping for the best. Those two turned out to be Radcliff & Allie.

There were several other kitties I considered, and I kept an eye on them as my two settled in and started ignoring each other. Over the next few months most of them found homes. Luna was the exception. I was in Petsmart most every weekend, and I would check with people from the shelter. Somehow, she was always there. I'd play with her through the glass, and cuddle with her if the door to the area was open. Along the way, I found out that she had been taken home at least once, and then returned.

Eventually, I decided that Luna was fated to become my third cat, whether I really thought that was a good idea or not.

It soon became clear why she kept showing up in the shelter. She had a fairly serious urinary tract problems, that took a three vets several years to get a good handle on. When she was feeling poorly, she would get really cranky, swatting and snapping at any one who tried to pick her up or pet her.

Eventually, one vet got a little bit of a handle on her problems, and she started showing some of her true personally. Still a little cranky, but a sweet snuggler once she trusted you a bit.

More recently I spent a couple years taking care of my Mom. I spent most of one summer trimming trees, raking leaves, and generally giving the yard the first clean up in several years. Luna was my dedicated helper for most of that. I had to check before I dropped anything, especially if I was up on a ladder, because Luna was usually hanging out around the bottom. Whenever I took a break, Luna was usually right in my lap, or at least along side of me. If I managed to get out of the house without Luna noticing, it usually wasn't very long before Mom would be calling me to come get my baby.

More recently, Luna got to be something of a loner, finding some out of the way place to sleep until it was time to feed the kitties. Somehow, she always managed to show up to help with that, or at least to supervise while I opened the cans.

I'm telling you this now, because Luna left me for The Bridge sometime during Thursday night.

A Rough Couple Days on the Cat Blogosphere

All in all, a rough couple days around the Cat Blogosphere.

.....Update.....

It got worse...

UPDATE TWO

Just a note: Each of these images is linked to a post about that cat on their own blog.

Sprout Day

Today is Sprout Day, in honor of a beautiful baby girl who was with us for only a short time, but touched so many hearts.

Hello, all, and thanks, lots, for all the comments and condolences. The Clowder and I intend to visit all of you in person, eventually, although it will likely take a while to get to all of you.

I got Radcliff's ashes the other day. Now he is next to Coco, who was The One Who Came Before. I lost her about a year before I got Radcliff and Allie.

The rest of the Clowder seems to know something is different, even though none of them had much to do with Radcliff, nor him with any of them. They seem to be cuddling and grooming a bit more than they used to.

PS: To whomever make that picture of Radcliff, thanks for the effort, and I hope you don't mind me appropriating it for mine and the Clowder's use.

Radcliff, February 1993 to December 25, 2008

The Food Source here, with just a brief note.

When I got up and fed the cats Christmas Day, Radcliff was having a bit more trouble with his back legs than normal, but otherwise he seemed OK, or at least no worse than usual. (He had been battling arthritis in his back legs for several years)

After I had washed up and gotten dressed, I went back into the kitchen, and Radcliff was laying dead on the middle of the kitchen floor.

I'll post more information on this later, but I just thought some of you might want to know about this.

For Sprout

Violette, Monty Q's Sprout, is gone.

There is more information on the Cat Blogosphere, but we do know Mom Robyn is carrying everyone's hugs to the family, if you want to add your own hugs, purrrrss, or memorial posts.

Sleep well, little Sprout.

For Mu Shue Pooh King Cat

Mamma Laura is saying good bye to Mu Shue.

He is very sick, and the Hero Cat's work is done.


....UPDATE....

Or maybe not

This man cat still got fight

Fighting No More

In honor of a brave and noble kittie

I did not lose this fight...it is just time for me to go now.

Smudge Saturday

hmmmm . . . It seems our interlopers have been sneaking onto our blog when no one is watching. We'll have to deal with that later. For the moment, we want to do a post for Smudge and his beans.


Radcliff here.

We never really knew Smudge very well, but we were watching and purrrring for him during his battle with this ugly parasite. We're hoping Zoe and their beans are feeling a little better, and are thinking about Smudge's life, and not his end.

We saw this video on zazamataz, and we thought it said what needed said much better than we ever could. (even if it IS about a woofer!)



for those of you who don't want to wait for the video to download, you can read the entire poem at "Beau". The last few lines are

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

Michael James Keenan

From Michael James Keenan blog:

As I sit here staring at my computer screen, contemplating just what to write, I realize that it is impossible to explain the inexplicable.

I’m not sure how to introduce you to what I’m about to write, so I am just going to get to the point.

At 12:00pm on Monday, June 18, 2007, Michael James Keenan was officially pronounced dead.

Not sure who Michael James Keenan is? Here.

We all just thought people might want to know about this.

UPDATE: For One-Eyed Jack, and anyone else wondering. The dog survived, and went home in March. Bobby has a Dogster page.