You came into our lives on May 13, 1993 at the ripe old age of 9 weeks. The first thing we noticed about you was your big ears and huge pretty yellow-green eyes. At the SPCA, you were known as Fergie but we knew that didn’t work for you. We had two other cats, so we planned on doing the gradual introduction for you to get to know them when we got home. A new name was to be determined when we saw your personality emerge. As soon as we got you home, you became the dominate kitty. From day one, it wasn’t beyond you to “kamakazie” the other two cats when one of them walked by a sofa arm. You weren’t real big but you were mighty, hence, we dubbed you K.C., for Krazy Cat. Anybody that came to the house got a big hiss & a smack for their trouble. They couldn’t understand why we loved you so much, but you were totally different with your Mom and Dad. You were our little “watch kitty” and growled at any strange noise you heard…thanks for protecting us.
Throughout you kittenhood, you were always into something, i.e., a couple of dips into the toilet and bathtub, respectively. It’s any wonder you weren’t crazy about water. Also, the toilet paper was one of your favorite things to get into. Anything open, a door, a box, a cupboard, was fair game. When you became an adult cat, you seemed to have an affinity for the outdoors, so your Mama thought maybe you’d like to go for a walk on a leash. Well, that didn’t work out too well, as it wound up being “going for a drag” instead of a walk. You always had loving kisses for us in the morning but had to cry when Dad tried to play his violin (most people cried, too!). You even like to floss your teeth!
Somehow, over the years, your name changed from K.C. to K.C. Dooters and then Dooters (sometimes just Doots) but we loved you just the way you were. Now, Dad and I don’t have our Doots to come and talk to us when we’re in the shower or lay on the bath mat when Mom’s in the tub. Your sisters, Willow and Sierra, are lost without you. When we took you to the vet, we knew it wasn’t going to be good news. You had stopped eating and drinking water, which being the chowhound you were, wasn’t a good thing. We made the hardest decision of our lives but the best one for you. You were spunky right to the end, giving the vet a couple of hisses before you left us. You will always be our “Krazy Cat.”
We loved you very much & miss you,
| Dooters |
| 29, Dec 2007 |
| Ron & Donna Campbell |