Over the years Shawna has adopted many kitties. Most of them were family members before the “digital age.” The groups of felines who follow on this page are the most recent of her cats who are gone, but not forgotten.
Sidekicks Gone, But Not Forgotten
Patch the Pirate and Possum
A somewhat younger generation of felines joined the family in the early years of the new millennium. Patch the Pirate (born July 2004) and Possum (born October 2004) were adopted in February 2005. Mom actually intended to adopt only Possum, whose antics in the cage created doubt about his sanity; but he had made friends with this little female stray with a damaged right eye. Mom could not bear to separate them, even though Patch was a bit feral.
Cara Mia and Gobblin’ Goopuss
Later in 2015, Cara Mia and Gobblin’ Goopuss caught Mom’s eye at Gasow. Cara Mia was 2 or 3 years old at that time. Unfortunately, she developed metastatic breast cancer in the summer of 2016. Thanks to an experimental protocol, Cara Mia was able to stay with her family and friends until July 6, 2018.
Gobblin’ Goopuss was about six months old when he joined the feline family. He was very talkative and friendly. He has to have surgery for a rodent ulcer and, later, for a growth on his chin. He also developed hyperthyroidism, for which he was treated daily. In late 2018, his appetite decreased markedly. Expecting a flare-up of kidney disease, Shawna was surprised to learn that blood work indicated cancer, probably lymphoma. Gobblin’ crossed the Rainbow Bridge December 2, 2018.
Mr. Purrin’Dot (born October 2004) initially came to Gasow Veterinary with four other black and tuxedo cats in October 2005. They were left in a box outside the door with a note indicating that they were about a year old. These cats were then taken by Companion Pet Rescue and displayed at Pet Supplies “Plus” in Rochester. Purrin’Dot was very unhappy there, so he stayed in the home of CPR co-founder Eirene until adopted by Mom on January 11, 2006.
C. P. Pirate was adopted in October 2010 as an adult stray. Quiet and shy, he did not impress potential adopters and had waited a long time for a home. He and Patch became best buddies after Brave crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
Revelly was brought in to see the vet as a ten-year-old in 2012 and abandoned in an office. Who could resist such a sad tale? Her tortie coloring reminded Mom of Fudge Revel ice cream.
Mom met Pawscar Awesome on November 16, 2012, after he had been brought to Gasow as a stray by the Birmingham Police. He was skinny and flea-infested, with burns on his sides. The vet guessed that he was about seven. He was orange, polydactyl, and clearly needed some TLC. Mom visited him regularly until he was well enough to come home in January 2013.
I Was Found
It was shortly after the untimely death of Mom’s orange polydactyl cat, Pawscar Awesome, in November 2016. She spotted one of the many Facebook postings for animals needing a home shared by Christine from the vet’s office. This courtesy post described a nine-year-old orange cat whose owner had died, leaving him in need of a home. That was me, Mitchner. The family had decided to keep the other two cats, whom they felt would be harder to place. Mom contacted the shelter that posted the ad and gave them her contact information. The owner’s daughter invited Mom to meet me. I guess Mom passed the test because I came home with her on December 3, 2016, and became a much-loved part of her feline family. My full name was Mitchner McGarrulous.
I Was Friendly…Sometimes
Mom added the name McGarrulous because I was VERY talkative. When I first came here, I preferred to abide by myself in the kitchen, enjoying a variety of cat beds. Loneliness did not end up suiting me, though, because for a while I preferred to join several of the female felines in the bedroom, only returning to the kitchen briefly to play with my favorite cat toy. After some time, though, I started becoming aggressive toward Jenise. Mom thinks I followed the very bad example of Rascal Spatz. To prevent conflicts while she was away, Mom decided I should stay in the kitchen. She did allow me to visit the bedroom in the evening…until I would get restless or nasty. It was probably just as well that way; I had inflammatory bowel disease and probably some food allergies, so I had to be on a special diet! My problems may have also resulted from lymphoma, which showed up on an ultrasound shortly before I crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
Mom made up a little ditty about me that she sings often:
Life with him is perilous
‘Cause he’s got claws!
Unfortunately all of these kitties developed serious health problems of various kinds. Each left the family too soon.