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YP’s obituary
July 4, 2006-July 5, 2017
Dear YP,
We love you so much. You are always going to be my baby boy, just like Sara is my little girl in Heaven. You gave us so much joy and love. We all miss you.
We’ll never forget the first time we met you at the shelter. You had been sick with a cold and they finally let you out of isolation and you saw us and you marched across the counter into our arms and hearts. You “helped” Daddy fill out paperwork and pay your adoption fee by batting and biting at the pen and money.
When we brought you and your “sister” home after you guys were spayed and neutered, you hid behind the toilet and meowed. Daddy told you that “You were such a good boy.” You absolutely loved that saying! You and I bonded the next day.
We miss how you would play games and get in the box in the kitchen, try to open the kitchen cabinets, get in the bathroom closet, jump on the microwave, run in Daddy’s radio shack. You also jumped into the bathroom window. You loved having us playfully “scold” you.
We miss how you would jump on Daddy’s shoulder and climb down into his lap. Or, try to climb up to his shoulders. We miss how you would jump ontop of my wheelchair and down to my tray to rub and snuggle with me. Sometimes when I was trying to work on research, you would lay right on the books. You thought you were really “helping.” Oh how I loved to put my ear against your side and listen to your loud purring.
Whenever you wanted Daddy to pick you up off something, you would hold out your little front paw so Daddy could pick you up. You would meow at us if we ignored you.
We miss how you would scramble with toys or just scramble on our bed. We miss how you would bat at our hands and bite playfully. You tried not to bite too hard but sometimes you would out of excitement.
We miss how you would get between Daddy and his chair and lay upside down and bat at Daddy.
Your head was like a fist and you would head butt us. When you were hungry, you would reach up at Daddy’s mouth then watch and head butt his mouth until he said, “Arrrr arrreee are you getting hungry?” You would purr loud, like a decelerating Harley-Davidson motorcycle out of your nose and meow and shake your tail. You would go see what you and your sister were having and then go tell her by kissing and head butting her. She would follow you in and you would get so excited that she was coming.
Another thing you would do when you were hungry and Daddy was wearing shorts was to nip his legs while he fixed food for you and Patches. When we would eat chicken or turkey, you would be so interested and we’d have to push you gently away.
We miss you racing around the house. From the hallway you would run and jump up on the couch, down to the ottoman, race up the cat perch, back down and go behind the entertainment center and back out to the hallway. You would meow loudly!
With your mouse, every night when I would take my asthma treatment, you would carry your mouse around and yowl at the top of your lungs. The first time you did this I thought the mouse was stuck in your mouth. Then being a “boy,” despite being neutered, you would bite your “sister’s” neck, making her mad. We’d yell at you to leave your sister alone.
Your sister and you would snuggle together and sleep together and play until you would get too excited and rough. She misses you so much!
You’d push paper bags around and hide under them with your face poking out.
Whenever you would get playful, you would whip your head around. It was hilarious!
You would run into your box and Daddy would scratch the box and you would flip around and bat at him.
You hated getting wet and once you reached up on the table, grabbed the placemat, pulling it off the table with Daddy’s beer spilling all over you. Daddy had to dry you off with a towel.
You would shake if you thought Daddy got you wet. You loved listening to water run in the pipe in the wall.
You and your sister climbed curtains, a wall hanging, and the Christmas tree when you were kittens.
We miss you snuggling with us in bed. I miss (kinda) you scratching my bed by my head in the morning and playing under the bed meowing while I tried to sleep.
I miss holding you in my lap and watching tv with my Hello Kitty snuggie on. You couldn’t wait for Daddy to get it completely on before you would climb in my lap.
After showering, you would ride on my arm because you would try to climb around the back of my wheelchair but Daddy didn’t want you to fall so he’d push you back on my tray and you would sit on my arm and ride along.
You loved the special strings that held my slippers on and would play tug of war with Daddy. There was also a string in the bedroom that you would lay on Daddy’s lap and play with, biting the knot.
You loved to rough house with Daddy.
You loved to be held and carried around.
You came when called and followed Daddy around the house like a dog.
You would jump on the washer and rubbed the cabinets with both sides of your face while Daddy was in there. You loved to get in the dryer and Daddy always had to make sure you and Patches were out here before starting the dryer.
You loved to jump up on the cabinets above the washer and dryer and when you would jump down, it would be really loud.
You and Patches begged for treats.
When it stormed, you would hide in the hallway because that’s where we go for tornado warnings. We taught you well.
You loved blankets and you and Patches wanted the couch back after I would lie down. You both would lie with me or fight over me on the couch. You also would sniff the back of the couch despite nothing changing. You often acted like you were seeing things for the first time.
You would get an itch somewhere but you would itch in mid-air.
You had short, pokey legs and walked like a bulldog. Those pokey legs were heavy when you walked across me in bed. You had a wimpy meow for being such a “tough looking cat.”
When Daddy would walk through the kitchen, you would speed up to meet him to get lovin’.
When we’d eat, you would jump on Daddy’s shoulder and sometimes sit with your butt on his neck and front paws on the chair. You would also walk across Daddy and the chair with half of your paws on the chair and half on Daddy. Then you would jump on my chair and get on the table so we’d playfully scold you.
You thought sitting on your hind legs and pawing the door opened it. And you’d run into our room at night just so Daddy would put you out.
You always greeted us when we got home but I had to be with Daddy or you wouldn’t bother.
You slept in my wheelchair at night.
You loved watching nature on tv and tried to “get” the butterfly.
You loved laying in your bed by the sliding door in the sun.
Oh YP, life without you is so hard! You gave nothing but love!
Have fun in Heaven. Don’t jump on Mom(my mother-in-law) Grandpa, or Jesus’ back too much, you goofy boy. We love you, YP.
~Mommy, Daddy, and Patches
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