WHIZZER & PRISSY






Companions

My third kitty was actually the last cat I got that
wasn't a rescue. Whizzer came into this world in early April
of 1977. My fiancé and I picked her from a neighbor's litter.
Her momma was a calico and her daddy was a large white with
a grey patch on his head. She was to be a companion for Friskie
who had moved with me from a large house where we grew up with
my 4 sisters and 4 other cats to my new apartment where we were
alone - and I would be at work all day. Whizzer was Friskie's,
but she stole our hearts too, especially my fiancée's. Whizzer
was a character and a typical torti, she had a mind of her own.
She rarely scratched people but loved to destroy anything else
and in desperation we finally threw our hands up and were
talked into front declawing. We were lucky to have a great,
caring vet and he did a wonderful job, the only problem she
ever had was she would try to shred things and they would
remain intact, she would give the job her all then would look
so puzzled. For people she had a special "treat" instead.
She actually could ball her front paws into fists and even
though she was a small cat (5-6 pounds) when she hit someone
you could hear the impact loudly every where in an 11 by 22
room. She was the first cat I had ever seen to be snap trained.
My husband (I married my fiancé in 1978) taught her to jump
up into his arms if he snapped his fingers and she expected
any one who snapped to expect and catch her after that. In 1985
or 86 I found a lump on her abdomen while holding her - our vet
checked and it was cancer, early stage breast cancer and he
removed the tumor and she seemed to recover completely. After
that it seemed a spring ritual to spring clean and go in for
removal of the latest lump. In 1992 we were told not to - the
cancer was spread this time and at 15 she would likely not
survive an aggressive course of treatment. In early fall she
began limping and we were told the cancer was in her spine and
told to watch the lame leg for signs of gangrene but that she
was still in no pain (she was still ruling the roost). In
November I got up one morning to find her dragging her back
legs behind her and rushed her to the vets. She had developed
gangrene in the good leg. She was too weak to consider
surgery and I couldn't bear to think of her suffering for
what would in all likelihood be only 2 or 3 days so I
made an appointment for the next morning and took her home.
We all slept on the den floor that night (hubby and me
with Whizzer in between us) and in the morning he held her
at our vets while our vet helped her start her journey to
Rainbow Bridge. She became a Bridge baby November of 1992.

When we lost Friskie in August of 1980 we got Prissy to
be Whizzer's companion. She was a rescue from the pound in
December of 1980. She was a beautiful long haired calico
who looked to be 6 months old or younger, and so full of
fear and rage. I talked them into letting me get her, paid
their fee and brought her home. The next day at the vets I
got floored, several times. My vet at that time was a gentle,
tender, caring man - but as he checked my new baby I saw
anger visibly change him. She was over a year old, bruised
everywhere, and small from habitual starvation and
malnourishment. SHE WAS AN OWNER TURN IN!! It took
a year for her to trust my husband and I, 3 years to become
comfortable and truly love us. Oh but she was so worth it.
She was sweet and timid, and so beautiful. She only ever
weighed 5 pounds. And she worshiped the ground Whizzer
walked on. Whizzer was her guardian, her teacher, her momma,
her boss. After we lost Whizzer she was lost - and I didn't
know any support groups - it was the 3 of us to fight the
grief monster, my husband, me, and Prissy. She began to
decline physically, my vet thought the abuse was finally
catching up, she developed congestive heart failure. She
gave up, she was too grieved. In March of 1993 I rushed her
to a local vet to stabilize her so I could take her to my
vet an hour away. He allowed her to die in one of his back
rooms alone - I have not been able to forgive him that - she
was afraid of being alone.

I still miss my fiercely independent Whizzer after all
these years, and ache to hold my sweet timid Prissy.

(c) Candace




       



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WHIZZER

Dear friend and companion of so many years
I dearly will miss you as witness my tears
From the moment I saw you my heart was your charm
Worn as your trinket on foot, hand or arm.
You never have hurt me in pain or in fear
Why aren't you with me in this cold ugly year.
Your weight on my lap or your quiet soothing voice
Negated the rest of the world's weary noise
In good times and bad you always were there
With your soft shiny silky three colored hair.
Long lean and svelte, a ballerina at heart
You charmed all you saw with your courtesan’s art
No matter who came to visit you stayed by my side
and entertained them all with style and with pride.
Tuscy Igo 3-10-94




      



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TOO MANY FEET

Yes you are my children
But you have too many feet
You never want to listen
You always want to eat

If you are co-joined twins
Where is your other head
Where did you get that hair
Orange instead of red

You always want to come inside
You never want to talk
You get a drink or grab a snack
Then go out for a walk

You lie around in the grass
Soaking up the sun
Distracted by a butterfly
Chase brother just for fun

You seem to have no manners
Yet your trust is absolute

(c)Tuscy Igo Aug 17 2001




      



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