Alex was born on or around April 20, 1993 near Albany, New York. It is believed that when his cat-mom's original family learned that she was pregnant, they irresponsibly took her out to the countryside and left her there. When the kittens came, Alex's mom, who was later named Fluff, cared for them to the best of her ability, though she was scarcely more than a kitten herself.
When the responsibilities of motherhood became too much for her, she visited the houses in the area to ask the humans there for help. A woman named Louise offered her some milk and cat food. Over the next two hours, Fluff carried the kittens, one by one, to Louise. Alex was the largest of these, a handsome, orange, classic tabby with golden eyes and a white locket.
Alex's mom was living in Burlington, Vermont at the time and was lonely for some feline companionship. A mutual friend of Alex's future mom and Louise's sister suggested that she adopt one of Fluff's kittens. Alex was delivered to his human mom by Louise's sister on July 30, 1993.
Alex helped his mom finish her MS at the University of Vermont and then the two moved to Litchfield, Connecticut. In January 1997, Alex and his mom relocated to Laramie, Wyoming to start work on a PhD. Upon completing studies at the University of Wyoming, they then moved to Covington, Kentucky, while Alex's mom worked at the EPA in Cincinnati, Ohio.
On September 26, 2002, Alex and his mom adopted a 9-week-old Maine coon "copy cat", which they named Cleo. The three moved to Corvallis, Oregon in September 2005. Following the move, Alex had a series of seizures, possibly related to stress, and it was decided that he would never move long distance again. It was there that he passed to the Bridge in February 2008.
Alex enjoyed watching birds and squirrels, chasing his sister, relaxing on the outdoor balcony, and trying new foods. In spite of the digestive problems that plagued him for most of his life, he was a cheerful, friendly kitty. He loved to cuddle with his mom and be brushed with a special kitten brush, which he had stolen from Cleo. He was always happy to help around the house, by supervising bed-making, doing laundry, overseeing meal preparation, or waking his mom at 4 am, in case she had anything important to do. He had an extensive vocabulary, which included "food" in four languages.
Donations in Alex's memory may be made to the Humane Society of your choice. His family will be participating in the Candle Ceremony on February 4 and 11, 2008. All are welcome to attend and take part in any way that is meaningful to you.
We'd also like to thank everyone for their support in the last few weeks. It has helped more than you can know.
May I go now?
Do you think the time is right?
May I say goodbye to pain filled days
and endless lonely nights?
I've lived my life and done my best,
an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond
and set my spirit free?
I didn't want to go at first,
I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now
to a warm and loving light.
I want to go
I really do.
It's difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can
to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me
and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid,
because I see your tears.
I'll not be far,
I promise that, and hope you'll always know
that my spirit will be close to you
wherever you may go.
Thank you so for loving me.
You know I love you too,
that's why it's hard to say goodbye
and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time
and let me hear you say,
because you care so much for me,
you'll let me go today.
- Written for a beloved pet & friend, by Susan A. Jackson
The Night Before Christmas….
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,
the shelter is full of the cats and dogs that were found,
Our names are all hung on our kennels with care,
we hope and we pray for a new home we can share.
They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
"come here Max and Jake - come fetch your new ball!"
But now we just sit here and think of the days...
when treated so fondly with our cute, baby ways.
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew,
Now we're no longer young and we're no longer "new".
So out the door we were thrown like the trash,
We just needed training, why were they so rash?
We "jump on the children," "don't come when they call,"
"we bark when they leave us" and "climb over the wall,"
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
Now we suffer the consequence of errors THEY made.
If only they'd trained us, if only we knew...
We'd have done what they asked us and obeyed them too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse, left to roam,
And now we're here, lonely, in search of a home.
The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,
With so many to care for, they can't stay for a chat,
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer...
They dream for our future and a bright happy new year.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads
Of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
If you can't adopt us and there's no room at your inn
Could you help with the bills and the food for our bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year
Can you give more than hope to the forgotten pets here?
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,
And more of us will, if more people would give.
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This year I've been busy!
Last Thursday I got in line at the supermarket at the same time as someone else and I didn't yield (-8 points). Last Sunday I helped snigglepiggles see the light (8 points). Last month I punched blakethebaby in the arm (-10 points). In November I didn't flush (-1 points). Last Wednesday I helped midnighthelen across the street (6 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-5 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!
Twelve bags of catnip!
Eleven tarter Pounce treats,
Ten ornaments hanging,
Nine wads of Kleenex,
Eight peacock feathers,
Seven stolen Q-tips,
Six feathered balls,
Five MILK JUG RINGS!
Four munchy house plants,
Three running faucets,
Two fuzzy mousies,
And a hamste-e-er in a plastic ball!!
Just so you know, your results will probably say that they are for 2007. You can just pick through the code and find where it says "2007" and change that to "2008". That's what I did. Try not to change anything else though because it might make things look weird.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, I'm so sorry. Your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," he replied.
"How can you be so sure," she protested. "I mean, you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room, and returned a few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog and took it out, and returned a few moments later with a cat. The cat jumped up on the table and also sniffed delicately at the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck." Then the vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill.
"$150!", she cried.
"$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"
"The vet shrugged. "I'm sorry. If you'd taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150.00."
Here in Oregon, there is a chain of bookstores called Powell's. Your humans may have heard of them. The flagship store is in downtown Portland and takes up an entire city block. When Mom goes there, she leaves before dawn and takes a compass, a bag of trailmix, and a sleeping bag, in case she gets lost and has to spend the night. It's one of the largest bookstores in the world.
Like all respectable bookstores, Powell's has shop cats. The original shop cat is Fup. She was adopted as a stray in 1988 and she worked at the Technical Bookstore, which is where Mom met her. On October 25,2007, Fup made the journey to the Rainbow Bridge. She was 19 years old.
If you would like to read more about Fup, please go here.
If your humans would like to learn more about Powell's, please send them here.
(Hint: Humans can order books from Powell's, just as they do from other online retailers. The prices are very competitive, the service is reliable, and I somehow doubt that Amazon rescues cats.)