R.I.P. Pie

Today I wake up on a world that is a bit emptier and a bit sadder than it was yesterday. Today I wake up on a world that no longer holds my beloved fur baby Pumpkin. : (



I have been attempting to get this blog back on the road for ages but even though I have had plenty of happy and exciting stuff to write about, its actually taken a desire to write a little tribute to  the little mate to get it back up and running, 

We took our fluffy friend to see the vet last week as he had developed a cough and wasnt eating. Since everyone else in the house was suffering either from full blown flu or chesty cough's we thought he just had a chest infection, so it was a bit of a shock when the vet said he needed to stay in and go on a drip. After a long weekend of tests, antibiotics, drips and such, Monday he was scanned (no xray, too  much handling made him panicky and end up in an oxygen tent). Inconclusive results did force an xray yesterday though, which showed his little lungs were full of the wicked C growths. There was no other solution than but to say goodbye to our little mate.

Pumpkin never was my cat to start off with. He was bought as a birthday present for Laura.   Which one is a bit of a debate because she is insistent it was 2002 - her 17th yet I have photos of him as a kitten taken on an early school digi camera labelled 2000. Anyhow whichever year it was I can remember we went to collect him from the pet shop with my parents and after we stood in sainsbury car park debating which name to choose for a ginger cat. Obviously Ginger was thrown in the pot along with all the other fav names for an orange striped cat but Pumpkin was a bit unusual and seemed to fit.

He was a tiny scrap, the runt of the litter (but all the rest were black or white and Laura so wanted a ginger puss) and he had so many fleas you could see them running across his face. The pet shop had treated them but the injections killed off the ability for the fleas to breed so you had to wait for the initial ones to finish their lifespans. Yet we all loved him, even Martin who insisited he was scared of cats and who had made us wait so many years to get a cat,

Pie Alley became an indoor cat, for the simple reason he couldnt be trusted outside on his own. On his first attempt at the outdoor life he had managed, somehow without our seeing, got into next doors garden. We searched for 2 hours, panic setting in, before Martin finally heard a mewing and discovered him trapped by the neighbour's cat between the side of their conservatory and our garden wall.  On his second outing he decided that Yes it was possible to walk across water. No! Its not, and a very wet drippy cat had to be rescued from his improptue dip in the pond.  So after that he was only allowed out under strict supervision.

 

Pumpkin has been a wonderful cuddly friend and we will miss him desperately. He left us way to early and way too quickly, but he has left us with many happy memories. Only a few weeks ago, he had us in peals of laughter attempting to get his christmas treats out of the new fangled Whiskers treats dispenser, not by swipping it with his paws as intended but by trying to get his tongue into the holes and lick them out

 Go in peace little mate, with all our love xxxxx.