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(Aug 13/92--April 6/07)
Catalunya, our beloved cat, died peacefully
last night in Jeff's arms. His devoted companion, Barcelona,
a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, was at his side. He was 14.5
years old and although afflicted with mouth cancer,
he suffered no pain. In fact, he gulped down roast chicken,
favorite, just yesterday afternoon. Although his origins
were obscure, Catalunya made it known when he was
a 15-week old kitten at the Manhattan ASPCA that he
was looking for a happy home to spend his life. He
stuck out his paw through the cage to make sure Jeff
saw him amid the dozens of mewing kittens. He purred
loudly. It was a purr that was heard frequently for
the next 14 years when he was picked up, stroked on
that special spot on his forehead and when he climbed
into bed to snuggle up. Within days of coming to his
new home, Catalunya befriended his rambunctious doggie
pal, Barcelona. Perhaps it was the influence of living
with a dog of the same age (both Leos) but Catalunya
was outgoing, begged for his treats, paw outstretched,
and rolled over so his tummy could be rubbed. Never
finicky with his food, Catalunya ate his meals with
relish, rarely leaving more than a tiny tidbit for
Barcelona to clean up afterward.
His sense of timing was impeccable, so much so that
he was an alarm cat. Every morning he beat the wake
up alarm with his meows. If that failed to rouse you
for breakfast, then a flick of tail, a paw on the
neck or a peck on the cheek was employed. Easygoing
and friendly, Catalunya remained unflappable even
when confronted by Barcelona's dog friends. He would
sit calmly staring at them, his tail twitching. If
a friend's large dog came toward his Barcelona, Catalunya
jumped into protection mode, howling out a warning
like a lion. Catalunya spent his life indoors, but
he was fond of looking out the window at birds, or
watching Jeff walk down the block on his way home.
He loved to cat nap on a chair he claimed as his own
the first 5 minutes it was in his home. Otherwise,
he curled on a lap, most of the time Jeff's lap, where
even papers, magazines or a laptop wouldn't hinder
or compete with his comfort. Catalunya was a helluva
Our cat, snowball, was always a big kitty.
When we first got him, he was extremely afraid of humans.
For at least 2 weeks, snowball didnt come out from under
my bed. It was sad, and i felt bad for him, since all
he would do if we came in to see him was sit under there,
stare at us, and growl. We didnt know how old he was
when we got him, since the previous owners had treated
him horribly, leaving him in the basement w/ a HUGE
pile of food and a litterbox. No companions.
Eventually, snowball (our fatty catty) plucked
up the courage to come out and come see his new owners/companions.
We already had another cat, but they warmed up to each
other just fine. Me and my mom and sister were really
happy as well as relieved when he came out from under
About 5 years later, we noticed that he
had dropped a TON of weight, and we could feel his spine
through his fur. We noticed that he was eating fine,
except for that it was growing more and more difficult
for him to eat dry food like our 2 other cats. We took
him to the vet, and the vet confirmed that it was Hepititis,
a liver disease. The vet also told us that there was
nothing that we could do to help Snowball, but give
him antibiotics. My mom didnt want to force him to live
by making him take those horrendous pills that he hated
having pushed down his throat by mom. So, he lived until
my sister and I got home from our dad and stepmom's.
He lived for about 3 weeks after we got home, until
one sunday he quietly died in my mom's arms, w/ me and
my sister around him.
We miss you, Snowball, and to us, you will
forever be in our hearts, and you will always be our
Fatty Catty. Even Jade and Sushi miss you!!
Love, Hayley, Lauren, and Amy