Tutankhbast - 2002 - 3/24/2011

Tutankhbast (Tuti) came with Nefermew from a friend who had to give her up because of a move. Tuti isn't as playful as Nef, but she's very affectionate. She and Nef were found at a flea market and poor Tuti had been in the cage for too long. She still has a lot of issues. Right now she's got a growth in her mouth and doesn't look too good. She does like the canned stuff and will flat out mug you for any kind of food. She wasn't getting any better despite two surgeries and multiple rounds of antibiotics. Leah took her to the vet today for a last look and the vet confirmed there was nothing more to be done. Tuti was one of the sweetest cats we've had around here and her original mommy was there with her when she died.

Gwen - September 2010 - 1/29/11

Gwen walked into a gym at a local elementary school filled with over 400 kids like she owned the place. The school's IT person picked her up and talked to an ex-coworker of mine. She recommended he call me and then brought the baby by. Two days later, she was adopted just before Halloween and we thought all was well. However, the new owner returned her the first week of December. The first week of January she picked up the "kitty cold" that we had going through the ranks and we ran her by the vet. They gave us some antibiotics and we started treating her. Two weeks later, she wasn't getting any better and had stopped eating. We took her to the vet again, but there was nothing they could do for her. She was such a sweet little thing and we'll miss her terribly.

Kit Kat 1997? - 8/8/2010

Kit Kat came with Chalube back in 2003. We're not sure why he died, but it was most likely old age. We were told he and Chalube were 6 when we took them in, but they may have been much older and died within two months of each other.
He was being brought to the adoptions week after week with no interest. He had been owned by a little old lady who died and her family locked her nine cats into the shed. They lived there for several months with the waste a good three inches deep and little or no food before they were finally rescued. Two of them were so sick they had to be put down. Chalube and Kit were doctored up and adopted out to another lady who kept them for a while before she had to leave to go to NYC to take care of a relative and wasn't coming back. They were adopted out again only to be returned to the pound where they were rescued AGAIN. The lady made us promise never to rehome them. At some point, Kit got mauled by a dog and he doesn't like our dogs much. If he's sitting on a chair and they walk by he will bat at them. Kit spent most of his time in the kitchen.

Chalube - 1997 - 6/13/2010

We found Chalube lying in one of the cat boxes this morning. He'd died sometime during the night. He was so sweet and good tempered. I'll miss him. Leah's outside right now picking a spot to bury him.
Chalube was one of our rescued rescues. He was being brought to the adoptions week after week with no interest. He had been owned by a little old lady who died and her family locked her nine cats into the shed. They lived there for several months with the waste a good three inches deep and little or no food before they were finally rescued. Two of them were so sick they had to be put down. Chalube and Kit were doctored up and adopted out to another lady who kept them for a while before she had to leave to go to NYC to take care of a relative and wasn't coming back. They were adopted out again only to be returned to the pound where they were rescued AGAIN. The lady made us promise never to rehome them. Chalube is my winter bed cat. He sometimes comes in during the summer, but mostly during the winter. He's now 12 and he's lost some teeth, but he's in pretty good health.

Tyr

We didn't get much time with Tyr. Leah got him in July, but by New Year's we had to put him down because he got Feline Infectious Peritinitus and never had a chance. He was such a sweet guy! Cross-eyed as Hell, but he adored Leah. He was full-blood Siamese and had been bought from a breeder along with his brother by some rich woman, but as soon as they weren't cute kittens anymore, she put them into an apartment and had somebody come in to feed them. He's the only cat Leah ever paid for.

Hobo

Hobo was a neighborhood cat that Leah adopted. He was feral when she found him, but once she found his "skitchel" spot, he tamed right down. She ran him by the vet and they tested him and found he had FIV (kitty AIDS) and he was ready to put him down, but Leah refused to let him do it. Hobo had lost his fangs at some point so she doubted he'd pass it on to the other cats. He wound up with diabetes and was VERY insulin resistant. Leah had to shoot him twice a day. One day she asked me whether I knew where he was. I didn't, but I knew what would bring him running. I reached over and started the electric can opener and out he ran. My friend used to say that he reminded her of the song "The Boxer" by Paul Simon because you could see every fight he'd ever been in. At one point, he got a gash in his neck and the vet sewed it up. When they took out the stitches after 2 weeks, his neck unzipped and they had to sew him up again for 8 weeks (the FIV made him heal slowly) He finally died of kidney failure, but he had one Hell of a life!

Gnu

Gnu was a neighborhood cat that Leah adopted. He was sick and pretty old and just wandered off one day.

Toronado

My ex-roommate had her eye on a kitten at her sister's house. I was playing with the kittens and the sister said "You can have that one" - I told her that if I took one, I'd take a black one. She dropped a shiny black furball in my lap. I named him after Zorro's horse and he was one of my best buds. He and Nino were demon mousers at the house I shared with that roommate and he came with me when I moved here. He was always good with the kittens and new cats and he didn't mind the dogs at all. He died of kidney failure in Sept 2006.

Henry

Henry had been living in a house with a man in his 80s and his 50 year old retarded son and the old man had to go into a nursing home and the son to an assisted living complex. The lady who had been fostering him was becoming concerned because she kept bringing him to the adoptions and nobody was looking at him. I fell in love and the lady wrote that we were fostering him then finally dropped him off their records. He was a bit feral at first - he spent the first 4 months hiding in the living room until Leah got her hands on him and he remembered he liked pets. We had to have the vet dig a pellet out of him and he wound up with cancer in his ear. He died as a result of a hyperthyroid problem.

Nino - aka Spud. 1994 - 2009

I got Nino when he as an ornery little kitten. He had been found inside a dumpster in Round Rock. He looked like a cat I'd had years ago named Fred and I fell in love. I had him for just shy of 16 years until he died of kidney failure in June last year. I still miss him.

BAWB

BAWB was brought to us one Christmas he was FILTHY! He was almost bald and weighed about 5 pounds! We cleaned him up and fed him canned food for a while. He was very sweet. By the time we found him a new home with a groomer, he weighed 12 pounds and his fur was coming back - he looked like a lamb. He lasted 3 more years with the groomer before he died of feline herpes. We did find out that his original name was Damien and his owner's boyfriend had been the one who had thrown him outside. The owner was heartbroken, was glad to hear that he had been well loved in his remaining years. She had dumped the boyfriend not long after he "disposed" of her cat.