For those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge, and until we meet again:
As the story went, Maxx was dumped in the neighborhood as a 4-6 month old, declawed kitten by a carload of “kind” individuals who gently placed him on the road, shooed him toward a sidewalk, and then sped away. Witnesses to the event never gave the incident a second thought. Three weeks later, with ribs beginning to show, he had made his way into our backyard where coyotes sometimes patrolled. We wasted no time adding him to our family.
Maxx was a Lynx Point Siamese with deep blue eyes with a slight cross-eyed flutter to them. He was born in 2004 and passed of kidney disease on February 11, 2015. He went in comfort with both of us and our favorite vet in attendance, and his favorite toy, his Busy Bee, at his side.
Nicknames: Maximillian Monkeybars, Little Maxx Blackfeet, Bubbles, Mr. Drama, Bubbles the Drama Cat, Mr. Grumpy.
He was Tabby Cat Club member #82.
Foibles: Carried around his own stuffed animals, specifically a Busy Bee – a bear dressed in a bee costume. When angry, he “drowned” his toys in his water bowl. Got special brushies every night because of his thick undercoat (his nightly collected fur were as big as kittens!). He never quite got along with the other Colehaus Cats, save Seth (and that was marginal at best), and tended to over-react to EVERYTHING.
You can read Maxx’s final blog post here.
A neighborhood feral stray who allowed us to become his friend. Geoffrey’s final blog post is here.
A humane society rescue, Seth was found at a local PetSmart giving hugs and kisses to an employee who let him out of his cage. He’d had a rough life before going up for adoption – he was blind in one eye, he had been poorly declawed and had weak front ankles as a result, and someone had docked his tail (!?!). None of those things mattered to us. We called him our “Comfort Cat” because whenever one of us was having a bad day, he was generous with hugs and kisses to let us know everything would be okay. He passed of heart failure on February 2, 2013. We miss his hugs terribly.
Nicknames: Earl of Orange, Viscount of Cute. Middle name was Ezekiel.
Foibles: Could roll over “on command” and was on YouTube. Insisted on drinking from kitchen faucet. His love of cardboard boxes was near-legendary. Thought Dad was the ultimate ManCat.
A feral kitten of a feral mom living in overgrown blackberry bushes behind an apartment complex, Cameron was captured with his mom and two siblings thanks to our local Feral Cat lady and given homes. With Zooot by his side from the first day, the two were constant companions. It was true love that would last their entire lives. Cameron passed on June 16, 2012 of heart failure and perhaps, a broken heart seven weeks after the passing of the love of his life, Zooot. Cameron’s final blog post is here.
Nicknames: Stretchy Toes. The Wild One, F-O-X.
Foibles: Cameron loved shoulder massages and brushs at bedtime and walking with Zooot side-by-side.
Zooot, sweetest ginger girl ever. That’s not a typo. There were three o’s in her name. Handraised with five siblings when a coworker’s cat abandoned them at 18 hours old. Zooot was the loudest of the bunch from the start. We kept one of her sisters as well, G.B., who lived until age twelve. All other siblings found loving homes and led happy, long lives. Zooot passed on her sixteenth birthday on April 26th, 2012 of kidney disease. Zooot’s final blog post is here.
Nicknames: Zoom. Pavarotti Pigpen. P-cubed. Little Orange Girl.
Foibles: Was first to drink from fresh water bowl. Gave sloppy kisses, but only to Mom. Loved crackers and sunshine and Cameron.
Crits was a pet store find. Crammed in a cage stuffed with too many kittens, she reached through the bars and batted Mr. Colehaus as he walked past. Lucky for us, Mr. Colehaus pays attention to such little things.
Knowing she was the only purchased cat in the house, she quickly elevated herself to Queen status. Despite her lack of claws (honestly, who declaws kittens?!?), for 22 years, without most of her teeth and weighing less than 10 pounds, she ruled the roost with an iron paw. We admired her tenacity and strong will and wish we knew what the deal was with her strong distaste for cream-colored cats. Crits passed of old age and kidney disease in 2011.
Abused by a rotten neighbor, Skitters was locked in an attic for a month before being rescued. During that time, he ate his own fur to survive and for years following, was completely bald. Time and a healthy diet helped him regain most of his beautiful coat and his confidence soared enough for him to transision from outdoor bad boy to indoor lover. Skitters passed of kidney disease in 2007.
Geebs (G.B. a.k.a Gray Baby)
Geebs was the ultra-shy sister of Zooot. Sweet and gentle with the ability to get along with anyone and everyone, she was like the cat no one knew we had. Always hiding from loud noises and unfamiliar sounds, we wished we could have made her feel better about how beautiful she was. Geebs passed at home in her mom’s arms of heart failure in 2007.
Big Ian. Best friends with Geebs – the quiet couple. He was the tiniest kitten with the longest tail that grew into a forty-three pounder. Health issues later in life caught the attention of one of our vets who adopted him and made it her mission to get him back to a closer-to-normal weight. He finally dropped weight and lived out the rest of his life at twenty pounds.
OtRB sweethearts regrettably without photos:
Bob – OtRB 1989
Pinks – OtRB 1993
Joey – OtRB 1995
Stimpy – OtRB 1996
Dots – OtRB 1996
Geoffrey I – OtRB 1997
D.K. (Desert Kitty) – OtRB 1998
Arie – OtRB 1999
Vincent – OtRB 2000
And to the other nameless ones who briefly entered our lives, peace be with you.