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Saturday, February 9th, 2013

Subject:In memory of Fluffina / Nixxer.
Posted by:pineappleducks.
Time:11:45 pm.
My babykitty died.
Fluffina was his original name, the name I'd given him as a young child, too stubborn to accept my gorgeous new kitten was not a girl like I'd hoped. Later on, as I grew older, I officially renamed him Nixxer, to tell the vets and whoever asked; mostly to save my strong, scarred-up ex-outdoor cat from unmanly embarrassment. I still called him Fluffina in private, though. Old habits died hard. I'd learned to associate the old name with him too much. I couldn't let go. I don't think I can, even now.
He was wiry and muscly. He had a broken, stiffly-healed tail, either from a fight or from having it stuck when a door closed at some unfortunately-timed moment. God, I wished I'd taken more pictures of him when he was still alive. He was my kitty.
He was fourteen or so years old. I've had him for most of my life. My parents and I took him across the Border from Mexico when my second cousin, Rebecca Reyes (then called Rebequita) found him and his sibling inside cardboard box on the street. I wonder if she remembers him? He was my soulmate pet.
He was sick, shaky, and throwing up too much. The doctors said he most likely caught a blood disease.
He continously hopped around the house the last few days, knocking things over and unintentionally annoying us. I feel so guilty. I had a feeling -- he looked so listless, as he curled up to rest the night before his passing. I poked his nose and kissed him, like I did everytime else. I was worried, but he'd been sick before, and gotten over it before. I expected at least ten more years with my fluff.
I was too dumb to remember that animals like to find somewhere to curl up and hide when they die. He kept squeezing into the strangest nooks and crannies he had never shown interest in previously. It kills me to think about.
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Rebecca. I'm sorry, Nixx. I love you and miss you so much and I didn't want you to go.
He was a tough, lazy, sweetheart guy. I remember bottlefeeding him myself, he was small enough to fit in my equally tiny palm. He is still my one match in a pet. Every owner (though I think he held as much claim over me as vice-versa) has had/still has that one pet that they honestly believed they could list as a defining factor of themselves. My Fluffy was that for me.
I can still hear his distinct meow in my mind, and his recognizable little absurd trilling noise he made when he was happy and content. I will never forget them. I am still capable of picking him out of a crowd easily, if he just made a sound. But he never will again.
I could feel it. The entire schoolday felt off. He was fine and asleep when I left for school. He blinked at me and I tapped his head. Normal routine. "Love you, puffhead."
I wanted to dismiss it all like I did when we gave him medication for the potential cyst in his poor nose years ago. It dissolved, he got better then. He did not on 2/5/13, a day I will never forget.
My dad picked me up from school. He was quiet, and when I asked him how the kitties were doing since I left, he wouldn't answer me directly. He was evasive. I have seen my dad cry only three times in my life, and that was one of them.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I just opened the door to check on him -- and I looked down and -- I didn't know how to tell you, I didn't want to tell you right away -- I didn't want him to gooo!"
I thought he was messing with me.
What a backhand to the face from reality, coming home to a seemingly-sleeping, peaceful-looking cat lying unnaturally still on the floor.
He's been cremated. My dad and I picked it up from the veterinarian, 2/8/13. A box with beautiful carvings. I get the strangest feeling in my fingers and skin when I hold it
I'm going to sleep with him next to me tonight, and see what happens. I mean his wooden ashbox to act as a physical connection, a conduit, for his spirit. I don't care what you believe. Catholic, Mormon, atheist or agnostic -- no one can tell me my kitty isn't with me here still somehow. I'll lose my mind if someone does. Especially since I swear to god I caught a glimpse of him hardly even a day after his death. Sitting there next to my bed, ears twitching, bright-eyed and lustrous-furred as always. Did I hear his voice before I went to bed?
I want to make it as easy as possible for him. Not that he can't already come see me if (when) he wants to. I imagine he's busy. I don't think he ever really met my grandmothers, either of them. Grammy was a cat-lover, too.
At least he's not suffering anymore. He was shivering so much...
Shortfurred. A brownish-gray tabby with white. Pale green eyes, pink nose. Round, puffy cheeks. Handsome. He was unfixed -- we never managed to get enough money to afford neutering him in time.


Years ago, back in California, Nixxer... well, it sounds silly to say now, but it was quite a shock back then (to me and my naive self, anyway). He knocked up the next-door-neighbor's girlcat. Her name was Francisca, or something similar. She was a dark-tabby van. Mostly white. Pretty. He had good taste, regardless of circumstances.
A lot of the kittens looked exactly like him, disregarding the random long-furred, fluffy gray one. I almost picked it, instead. By the time Francisca's owners let us anywhere near the kittens (I believe they were mad at us; to this day, I say: screw 'em, nature happens), each and every one of the ones who resembled Nixxer were adopted out, already. I was heartbroken. They were keeping the gray one. They gave us the tiniest of the litter, a boy, whom took after his mother, being mostly white with a patch of dark stripes upon his head, tail, and back of one of his front legs.
His eyes weren't the greenish malachite of his father's, more of the plain yellowish green his momcat possessed. His fur was longer and siliker, still short, but definitely not as a skin-close as Nixxer's. Beggars couldn't be choosers. I had a new freakin' kitten, man. I was ecstatic.
Francisca's owners promptly shut us out of their lives afterward. Goodness gracious, they did not like us. Turned out they were actually planning to get 'Cisca spayed soon, and suddenly BAM! Pregnant! Oh well. Good riddance.
Reminiscent of my stubbornness with his father, I insisted that this kitten had to be a daughter. Most of our pets had been boys. Tina the easily-frightened, literal scaredy-cat was the sole exception (as well as the gigantic, lovable Rottweiler-Retriever mix Tonka who'd died of a stomach tumor years before). I wanted another girl. I dubbed 'her' Snowflake. Mom was complacent, she was used to me. Dad and I argued about it for weeks until he forgot to care anymore. He just settled for referring to the new guy as, "Hey, you! Git off'a there!", or the ever more eloquent, "HEY, YOU. YEAH, YOU. FUCKER, COME LET ME HARASS YOU FOR A SEC." Or simply, Cat.
Misnaming felines seems to be a tradition in this family.
This occurred after my parents' divorce. Snowflake spent the first few years of his life at my mom's apartment in Lemon Grove, San Diego, CA. He got along well with his pops, back then, and the two other cats who shared his space. Blackie and the LittleOne, both appropriately horribly and non-masculinely titled Daisy and Princess. They must have been so gender-confused.
My dad and I took Tomgus, his cat, because he was old and couldn't live in the crowded apartment that was my childhood home and Juliet Lozano's (my mom) current abode. His full name was Thomas Augustus. As you can guess, that was my dad's decision and not mine. I hadn't even been born when Tomgus entered our family. He was twenty-something when he was euthanized due to kidney failure. He was older than me.
After that, we took Fluffina in to our Lakeside place. My dad grumbled about the name occasionally. I brushed it off. I had been ignoring those complaints steadfastly for years. This was no different. We lived like that for awhile. Mom started expressing her concerns again about being able to feed so many cats on one budget. We almost took the LittleOne -- but Mom was too attached to him. She sometimes called him Hitler for the tiny little brown mustache mark on his muzzle. If Snowflake had been the runt of his litter, the LittleOne was even tinier. He looked like he could've been related to Snowflake, except where Snow's main body was all-white and markingless, the LittleOne had big white black spots across his back and sides. Four of them. He was undersized and frail. Nearly inaudible mew.
So, Snowflake it was.
The Fluff-Man and Snowy had gotten on just fine in the past. We didn't expect the unbelievable shitstorm re-introducing them would cause. I guess they didn't recognize each other anymore. It was understandable. Almost two years since they last saw one another? Cats may have good memory, but think of how much their scents must have changed in that time, living in two completely separate sorts of apartments.
At all times, we had to keep one upstairs and the other downstairs, switching them out every once in a few days to make sure they didn't grow bored and try to venture about the house on their own. Kind of tedious. It was worth it.
They never did learn to get along. I wish they had. Father/son issues, I suppose...
Somewhere along the line, I matured. I never stopped saying "Snowflakey," or "Fluffina-kins," but I began to understand renaming was entirely necessary.
For Fluffina, I played around with Bao and Baoki, Chinese words meaning "treasure." I don't know what was going through my head, either. I was, like, eleven or twelve, shut up.
I do not know where "Nixxer" came from, nor if it has any special meaning in some obscure language out there in the big wide world. I can't find it in me to care. That became his name. Snowflake became Mack. LittleOne became Mick. Blackie was Kiet -- I especially don't know how that one spawned, it has yet to stick even now.

My paternal grandmother Linda died when I was thirteen, and a few months later as a fourteen-year-old (if I recall correctly?) came the Great Move to Texas. We took both cats with us. The car-ride lasted three days and it was a grueling task keeping the two of them, Nixxer and Mack, from just killing each other. We may have secretly booked them into hotels that were explicitly animal-unfriendly.
Unfixed and testosterone-influenced, they fought like hell every opportunity they got. Poor, homicidal babies.
We arrived in Harris County eventually. Once again, with the separation.
It became more apparent than ever before that Mack was indeed Nixxer's kid. Around this time, he made a habit of creating the exact same trilling noise Nixx was famous for. Their vocal ranges were very individual, but there was no way that one sound-effect wasn't inherited. Yes, I know, a lot of unrelated cats are alike, but it makes me feel better to view it this way.
Nixx was cool. He was mellow. He was spry. You couldn't guess how old he truly was.
Then he started coughing up distressing hairballs, not like the usual.
You know the story from there.

**

In the end, I still have a piece of my baby. I have one of his snowflakes. I have Mack. We're going to take damn good care of him. I still have my baby in a way that's tangible -- my baby's baby.
When I die, I want to be cremated. I want his ashes mixed with mine.
Thank you so much for reading. I love you all, please talk to me. I need to hear from you.
~Celeste Angela Pichowsky.
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Saturday, April 16th, 2011

Subject:Future HSBC Mascot?
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:11:03 am.
 Unlikely.
This is Chocomi and she does the strangest things like chilling in this pose. For more Choco love, see A Day in the Life of Chocomi. Enjoy!
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Wednesday, December 8th, 2010

Subject:RIP Tom
Posted by:tigger1965.
Time:9:45 pm.
Mood: crushed.
I came home from work tonight to find my baby on the bathroom floor. His diabetes has taken an ugly turn over the last few months. He'd lost over half his body weight, diarrhea, etc. I called the vet to get the emergency DVM number. But the nurse on the phone told me from what I told her, he was already gone. I called my cab driver friend who took me down there and lent me the money for a communal cremation. I could not afford any better. I feel if I had not lost my good paying job in April, maybe I could have done better for him.

Tom deserved better that what I was able to provide. I am feeling numb right now and will try to post more later. Rest in peace my dearest Tom. Until we meet at the Rainbow Bridge :(
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Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

Subject:Meet The Breeds : Cats NY 10/16/2010
Posted by:erikose.
Time:5:19 pm.
http://cityphotolab.com/gal/thumbnails.php?album=691
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Sunday, September 19th, 2010

Subject:Tom
Posted by:tigger1965.
Time:10:31 pm.
I'm pleading with all of my LJ friends to say a prayer for Tom. I was finally able to get him to the vet and pay money I don't have to spare to get the minimum treatment I can afford. The vet said this is the worst he has ever seen him in 5 years -

He wants to to do blood work again for organ failure in two weeks. My poor baby has lost almost 5 pounds since they saw him last. He looks so frail. Now, he's not eating and I'm having to force feed him baby food via syringe per the vet's instructions until I can get him back there. My heart is heavy that I may lose my baby boy soon :(

Please, if you will, say a silent prayer for Sir Thomas - I am not ready for the Rainbow Bridge....
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Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

Subject:Furry Advice for Hairy Issues: How to End Your Monday Blues
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:9:45 pm.
For [info]satya, thank you for requesting this.
 Chocomi: Plan ahead. Clear your work on Friday or leave the easy ones for Monday.
 Tiger: Weekend depression can lead to Monday blues. Spend your weekends meaningfully.
 Miki: Keep to a regular waking hour. Sleeping in on weekends means readjustment for your body clock on Monday.
10 more tips here.
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Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

Subject:A Day in the Life of Chocomi
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:2:03 pm.
Chocomi: I don't know about you, but I was born to sleep...  forced to work .  And there's always so much work to do . They keep piling up . Continue here?
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Monday, May 3rd, 2010

Subject:27 Furry Tips for Hairy Issues: How to Feel Good
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:5:31 pm.
 Nene: Live in the moment.  Anon5: See more.  Anon6: Hear more.
 Bobo: Taste more.  Tiger: Smell more.  Yan Yan: Feel more.
More furry advice here.
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Thursday, April 15th, 2010

Subject:19 Cats Tips on How to Get Along with Others
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:1:02 am.
 Momo: Make a first good impression.  Chilli: Be punctual.  Miki: Smile.  Mika: Look others in the eye.
More furry wisdom here.
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Friday, April 2nd, 2010

Subject:My Mogwaii's Decade
Posted by:lilacstarprint.
Time:7:35 am.
Today marks another milestone in my kitty quartet.

My beautiful, majestic, mischievous and wonderful little Mogwaii is 10 years old today!

Happy Birthday, Moggy.
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Monday, March 29th, 2010

Subject:Cat Tips on How to Be Happy
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:8:40 pm.

Bobo: Think positive.Shiro: Connect with nature.
Dodo: Don't cry over spilled milk.Miki: Learn to control your anger.
More furry advice on how to be happy...
 


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Thursday, March 18th, 2010

Posted by:adriatic_song.
Time:3:48 pm.
http://www.change.org/actions/view/stop_plan_for_domestic_cat_hunting_in_nj

Please sign this petition; if this legislation passes in NJ, it will pass elsewhere also.
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Friday, March 12th, 2010

Subject:Cats Speak Up on How to Be Creative
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:11:55 am.
 Tiger: Ignore everybody.  Mocca: You have to find your own schtick.  Anon1: Sing in your own voice.  Miki: Power is never given. It is taken.

More cat advice here. And do suggest themes for the cats comments because ironically, I'm running out of creative juices.
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Monday, March 1st, 2010

Subject:Turkish Delight of the Furry Kind
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:8:03 pm.
I'm recently back from a vacation in Turkey. God bless the Turks for their tolerance of their many strays! God knows the world will be a much lesser place without them - the cats (and Turks too).

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Sunday, February 28th, 2010

Subject:Precious, A 6 Year Old Cat Needs A Home ASAP - Her owner is sick and can no longer care for her.
Posted by:mrmrsbobo.
Time:3:21 pm.
Precious is a 6 year old black and white female cat that is in need of a new home as soon as possible. Her current owner has a medical condition in which she cannot care for her any longer and has to move. However, she wants to be assured that her cat finds a loving, forever home before doing so. Precious is a really sweet and loving cat. She has been spayed, is up to date on her shots and is declawed. She can only go to a home where she will be an inside only cat. We are asking for an adoption fee of at least $50.00 for her. This donation will go to the SPCA Alliance of NC (a non-profit organization) to help other animals in need. Someone please give her a loving, forever home.
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Friday, February 26th, 2010

Subject:Hobo, an Orange & White Male Cat Needs A Home
Posted by:mrmrsbobo.
Time:11:38 pm.
Hobo is a male, orange & white cat that wandered up into a lady's yard and she started caring for him. Sadly, the lady's husband didn't want him around so he is now in a foster home but needs a loving, forever home of his own as soon as possible. He has not been neutered yet and he isn't up to date on his shots yet but he will be shortly. He is a very tame & loving cat that just wants to be a house cat. If you are interested in giving him a loving, forever home then please e-mail me at mrmrsbobo@yahoo. com for more information.
We are asking for an adoption fee of at least $50.00 for him. This donation will go to The SPCA Alliance of NC in Tarboro, a non profit organization to help other animals in need. Someone please give him a loving, forever home.

** Pictures are attached **

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Subject:Three White Female Cats In Need Of A Home
Posted by:mrmrsbobo.
Time:4:39 pm.
These 3 White Female Cats are in need of a loving, forever home. They will be one year old in May. They have not been spayed yet and are probably not up to date on their shots either so that will need to be done. If interested in one of these cats or all three of them please e-mail me at mrmrsbobo@yahoo. com for more information.
Just to ensure that they are going to a good home we are asking for a donation of $25.00 for each of them. This donation will go to The SPCA Alliance of NC in Tarboro, a non profit organization to help other animals in need. Someone please give them a loving, forever home.

** Pictures are attached **



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Thursday, February 25th, 2010

Subject:Wish you were here?
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:6:38 pm.
How do cats react when their human slaves have the audacity to go on vacation and neglect them?
 Miki: I play the guilt card by playing dead. 
Foxy: I go into shock then into hiding  in denial.
 Chocomi: I pout.
 Chilli: I show my disapproval  then completely ignore the human.
 Mocca: I hold on tight and if all else fail  I go all doe-y eyes.  Tiger: I start working on my forlorn look.
 Anon: I seethe with anger not-so-subtly in a corner.
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Subject:Molly the Cat Needs A Home ASAP - Owner Passed Away!!!!
Posted by:mrmrsbobo.
Time:12:46 am.
Nine year old female cat named Molly is in need of a new home after her owner recently passed away. Her owners neighbor had taken her in temporarily and was desperately trying to respect her neighbors wishes to find Molly a good home but it just got too rough for her. Molly is a fluffy Grey tabby. She is declawed, spayed and up to date on her shots. Her owner adored her so now she is confused and scared since her owner is no longer with her. She needs an indoor home where she can be the only pet and would be happier going to an older person or to someone that does not have children or other pets. She loves to be brushed and needs to be brushed regularly. She desperately needs someone to love her again and treat her like the princess she is. It is very important that she find a loving, forever home. If you are interested in giving her a loving, forever home please e-mail me at mrmrsbobo@yahoo.com We are asking for a minimum of $50, more if you feel generous as an adoption fee for her. This donation will go to the SPCA Alliance of NC (a non-profit organization) to help other animals in need. Someone please give her a loving, forever home.

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Thursday, February 4th, 2010

Subject:What Is Life?
Posted by:avery_averette.
Time:6:18 pm.
 Anon1: LIfe's realising that others are different and it's ok.
Anon2: Life's a constant discovery.Anon3: Life's living the moment.
 Anon4: Life's reaching out and making friends.
 Anon5: Life's a new beginning everyday.
 Chilli: Life's realising that what's out there is not as important as what's in you.
 Chocomi: Life's loving oneself despite the imperfections.
Foxy: Life's appreciating what you have  even when it's not the best deal.
 Momo: Life's about eating, drinking and making merry.
Ne Ne: Life's a spiritual journey. Siam: Life's relishing each moment.
Tiger: Life's having your own fun but also   being there for your loved ones.
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