Adam's Kitties

Amsha

1994-2006

On April 20 Amsha was finally in too much pain. I still remember my freshman year in college, hanging up a photo of my teenage brother and our new tiny ball of calico fluff. Now my brother's about to get married, and the fluffball isn't with us anymore. Kitties live too short a time. I hope there's string wherever she is.

Rags

This is Rags. He only has three feet. He's also a very nice cat when he can learn to trust you, but this can take years. If not, he'll just hobble into the closet and hide there. He loves having his left ear scritched, because he can't reach it himself. This is him looking about as stoned as he usually does.

Chairman Mao

Chairman Mao, AKA Chairman, AKA Comrade was my first cat when I moved away to college. He lived with my friend Linsel for a while, before his landlord made him find another home for him. To the best of my knowledge he's currently living somewhere in the Portland suburbs.

Taika

Taika (or "Fuzzbucket") was a semi-feral kitten that I brought into my home right about the time I got my first job after college. She was a lot of what kept me sane during that crazy period. In the meantime she's become quite domesticated, as well as one of the fattest little cats I've seen. She currently lives with my brother back in Portland.

Rizzo & Tzadi

These guys are my first Wisconsin kitties. Rizzo's the tux cat, and his sister Tzadi is the tabby. They were born in July 2003, and they do their best to keep me and my neighbors up all night by wrestling on my face at 4:00 in the morning. Here they are playing Kill The Shoelace.

Zephyr

1989-2000

On September 29th, 2000, Zephyr unexpectedly stopped breathing. She was never a particularly healthy cat with her horrible allergies, but she was still young and should not have gone so quickly. She was one of the most intelligent cats I've known, and very friendly when she was feeling well. I will miss her.

Orpheus

1986-2002

Orph finally succumbed to the tumor that was giving him so much pain in the winter of 2002. He was a great cat though, and lived to a good old age. It's hard to ask for more. Here he is in his last few days, when he was eating nothing but salmon and hanging on to his alpha status.

Freja

1985-2003

In the fall of 1985, some neighbors brought us a young kitten encrusted in dirt and blood. I'll never forget the opaque reddish-brown water when we first gave her a bath. Freja grew into a beautiful silver tabby, talkative and affectionate. She died today, at the old age of 17½. It's hard to say goodbye when you live so far away. I can only hope that she's doing well. She'll always be remembered.

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