Re: 3/9 Gabby PMPS~87 & Tribute to George (GA x2yrs)
You have all heard tales of Gizmo and Gabby. George was Gabby's older "brother." Today is the 2 year anniversary of when he crossed the Bridge. I posted this memorial on the Yuku board in the Reflecting Pond as a tribute to this special boy.
We've all met people who hate cats. George was a kitty who transformed these people. He was a mutant -- a male calico. He also had none of the calico stereotype of being fractious. He was outgoing, silly, and thought he was a dog -- he'd greet you at the door and roll over to have his belly scratched. He was an incredibly easy-going boy accepting Gabby into his home with one hiss and only the one because the interloper kitten insisted on sleeping on his spot on my bed. He would steal food and loved the most unusual things -- tomato sauce (preferably with pasta), apples, melon of all varieties, and diet soda especially if he could drink out of your glass. (Non cat lover friends loved that!!) He was also known to get his head stuck in yogurt and ice cream containers -- sorbet containers too, because I suspect he thought it was ice cream.
George was very fastidious. Once, he wandered in to my walk in closet. I was busy getting ready for work and since I leave doors open, I didn't think anything of it. Apparently, he was playing and leaned against the door, locking himself in the closet. When I got home that evening, no George. I went upstairs and noticed the door to the closet was shut. Upon opening the door, George bolted out. I wondered what damage he could have done being locked in the closet. Like a cat, he probably slept most of the day. However, nature called. George found my oldest pair of shoes and peed in one of them. Not a drop was on the floor -- just in the shoe. I still giggle over that!!
He crossed the Bridge at the ripe old age of 20 and, despite the last year of his life dealing with intestinal cancer, was kitten-like to the end.
Aside from an incredible personality, he was (IMHO) beautiful. He had striking blue/green eyes that people who met him never failed to comment on. A friend of mine who is as close to being a professional photographer gave me a gift last year -- a beautiful framed picture of George. It hangs in a place where I can see it every day. Thinking of him brings tears and a smile.
Georgie, you are loved and you are missed.
