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Berfert is gone :-(
Berfert started his trip to the bridge at a little after 3:00 PM EST.
He was not ready to go, and fought all the way, but his body just gave up on him. We're pretty sure that the cancer plus the pneumonia was just too much for him to fight. We're all pretty heart broken right now. Mike is especially devastated, as Berfert claimed him as the Berf's hoomin. For those who don't know Berfert's history. We were given Berfert as a rescue cat in September 1993. He was about 8 weeks old at the time. The upstairs neighbor caught her husband hurting their little girl and grabbed the kids and got out of the house and into protective custody. We were asked to take care of "the kitten" for a week. We accepted knowing that a week was likely to stretch into forever. Berfert approached life differently from the very beginning. He would climb curtains so that he could run back and forth on the curtain rods. He broke three sets of rods before he finally figured out that he'd out grown them. He loved to entertain the other cats. His favorite playmate was Pumpkin, Mandy's owner. He'd get Pumpkin all wound up and chasing him then run up the bottom side of our open stair case. When Berf got to the top he'd turn around and look down on Pumpkin who'd just realized that he was hanging in space, and had stopped all momentum. A moment later, Berf would be laughing as Pumpkin landed on the floor. Berf would also use the open stairs to terrify me. He'd climb up the bottom side of the steps so that he could hang from the steps, while I was working on the commodore 64, so that I could see his back feet and tail out of the corner of my eye. It took me a long time to realize that he was not a cat in trouble. When we were at Rob's parent's house, looking for an apartment to rent while Rob made his second trip to Korea, Berfert would go out into the garden, and catch worms. He'd then present them to Rob's mom so that she knew he was protecting her from them. She always thanked him very politely, then put the worm back into the ground. They were always alive and wiggling when he gave them to her. Berfert was easily traumatized. He hated any form of travel, was terrified of birds after seeing one commit suicide by sliding glass door, and thought everyone was out to get him. He loved his family but was terrified of strangers and would hide whenever some one came over, until he got to know them (by voice) as a regular. Then he would come out and visit them. Berfert's biggest vice, other than terrifying the family for fun and profit (lots of treats in being a cat in trouble) was alcohol. Berfert was a problem drinker until he was given some Corona beer by a past cat sitter. They apparently didn't think we were serious when we told them that Berf loved booze. After that, Berf put himself on the wagon and didn't touch another drop. Berfert was a strange and wonderful cat and there will never be another like him. Good Bye Berfy werfels, We'll always miss you. Meowmie Pam |
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I'm so sorry for your loss. This is such a nice tribute to a wonderful cat.
Jo "Tanada" wrote in message k.net... Berfert started his trip to the bridge at a little after 3:00 PM EST. He was not ready to go, and fought all the way, but his body just gave up on him. We're pretty sure that the cancer plus the pneumonia was just too much for him to fight. We're all pretty heart broken right now. Mike is especially devastated, as Berfert claimed him as the Berf's hoomin. For those who don't know Berfert's history. We were given Berfert as a rescue cat in September 1993. He was about 8 weeks old at the time. The upstairs neighbor caught her husband hurting their little girl and grabbed the kids and got out of the house and into protective custody. We were asked to take care of "the kitten" for a week. We accepted knowing that a week was likely to stretch into forever. Berfert approached life differently from the very beginning. He would climb curtains so that he could run back and forth on the curtain rods. He broke three sets of rods before he finally figured out that he'd out grown them. He loved to entertain the other cats. His favorite playmate was Pumpkin, Mandy's owner. He'd get Pumpkin all wound up and chasing him then run up the bottom side of our open stair case. When Berf got to the top he'd turn around and look down on Pumpkin who'd just realized that he was hanging in space, and had stopped all momentum. A moment later, Berf would be laughing as Pumpkin landed on the floor. Berf would also use the open stairs to terrify me. He'd climb up the bottom side of the steps so that he could hang from the steps, while I was working on the commodore 64, so that I could see his back feet and tail out of the corner of my eye. It took me a long time to realize that he was not a cat in trouble. When we were at Rob's parent's house, looking for an apartment to rent while Rob made his second trip to Korea, Berfert would go out into the garden, and catch worms. He'd then present them to Rob's mom so that she knew he was protecting her from them. She always thanked him very politely, then put the worm back into the ground. They were always alive and wiggling when he gave them to her. Berfert was easily traumatized. He hated any form of travel, was terrified of birds after seeing one commit suicide by sliding glass door, and thought everyone was out to get him. He loved his family but was terrified of strangers and would hide whenever some one came over, until he got to know them (by voice) as a regular. Then he would come out and visit them. Berfert's biggest vice, other than terrifying the family for fun and profit (lots of treats in being a cat in trouble) was alcohol. Berfert was a problem drinker until he was given some Corona beer by a past cat sitter. They apparently didn't think we were serious when we told them that Berf loved booze. After that, Berf put himself on the wagon and didn't touch another drop. Berfert was a strange and wonderful cat and there will never be another like him. Good Bye Berfy werfels, We'll always miss you. Meowmie Pam |
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On Fri, 24 Dec 2004 21:57:29 GMT, Tanada
yodeled: Berfert started his trip to the bridge at a little after 3:00 PM EST. He was not ready to go, and fought all the way, but his body just gave up on him. We're pretty sure that the cancer plus the pneumonia was just too much for him to fight. (snip) Dear Pam, so very sad to hear about Berfert. Such a wonderful kittty. We are sending mighty purrs for his peace and your comfort. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com |
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Tanada wrote:
Berfert started his trip to the bridge at a little after 3:00 PM EST. He was not ready to go, and fought all the way, but his body just gave up on him. We're pretty sure that the cancer plus the pneumonia was just too much for him to fight. We're all pretty heart broken right now. Mike is especially devastated, as Berfert claimed him as the Berf's hoomin. I'm so sorry. I hoped that Berfert would make it, although it sounded very bad for him. Purrs for you and Mrike, the rest of the family, and for Berfert. I'll always remember him as a funny, complicated cat. |
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Oh no, Pam, my heart goes out to you.
Another star is in heaven tonight. Gentle *hugs* helen s --This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove fame & fortune **$om $ --Due to financial crisis the light at the end of the tunnel is switched off-- |
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Tanada wrote:
Berfert started his trip to the bridge at a little after 3:00 PM EST. He was not ready to go, and fought all the way, but his body just gave up on him. We're pretty sure that the cancer plus the pneumonia was just too much for him to fight. We're all pretty heart broken right now. Mike is especially devastated, as Berfert claimed him as the Berf's hoomin. (snippage) Meowmie Pam I'm so sorry for your loss. Purrs for your family and for Berfert's crossing. Jill |
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PURRS from Sweetie and Joe...
TBird "Tanada" wrote in message k.net... Berfert started his trip to the bridge at a little after 3:00 PM EST. He was not ready to go, and fought all the way, but his body just gave up on him. We're pretty sure that the cancer plus the pneumonia was just too much for him to fight. We're all pretty heart broken right now. Mike is especially devastated, as Berfert claimed him as the Berf's hoomin. For those who don't know Berfert's history. We were given Berfert as a rescue cat in September 1993. He was about 8 weeks old at the time. The upstairs neighbor caught her husband hurting their little girl and grabbed the kids and got out of the house and into protective custody. We were asked to take care of "the kitten" for a week. We accepted knowing that a week was likely to stretch into forever. Berfert approached life differently from the very beginning. He would climb curtains so that he could run back and forth on the curtain rods. He broke three sets of rods before he finally figured out that he'd out grown them. He loved to entertain the other cats. His favorite playmate was Pumpkin, Mandy's owner. He'd get Pumpkin all wound up and chasing him then run up the bottom side of our open stair case. When Berf got to the top he'd turn around and look down on Pumpkin who'd just realized that he was hanging in space, and had stopped all momentum. A moment later, Berf would be laughing as Pumpkin landed on the floor. Berf would also use the open stairs to terrify me. He'd climb up the bottom side of the steps so that he could hang from the steps, while I was working on the commodore 64, so that I could see his back feet and tail out of the corner of my eye. It took me a long time to realize that he was not a cat in trouble. When we were at Rob's parent's house, looking for an apartment to rent while Rob made his second trip to Korea, Berfert would go out into the garden, and catch worms. He'd then present them to Rob's mom so that she knew he was protecting her from them. She always thanked him very politely, then put the worm back into the ground. They were always alive and wiggling when he gave them to her. Berfert was easily traumatized. He hated any form of travel, was terrified of birds after seeing one commit suicide by sliding glass door, and thought everyone was out to get him. He loved his family but was terrified of strangers and would hide whenever some one came over, until he got to know them (by voice) as a regular. Then he would come out and visit them. Berfert's biggest vice, other than terrifying the family for fun and profit (lots of treats in being a cat in trouble) was alcohol. Berfert was a problem drinker until he was given some Corona beer by a past cat sitter. They apparently didn't think we were serious when we told them that Berf loved booze. After that, Berf put himself on the wagon and didn't touch another drop. Berfert was a strange and wonderful cat and there will never be another like him. Good Bye Berfy werfels, We'll always miss you. Meowmie Pam |
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I'm terribly sorry to hear this and will have the whole gang sending purrs
of comfort for your loss. The colors in the Rainbow Bridge have been enriched today. |
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Tanada wrote:
Berfert started his trip to the bridge at a little after 3:00 PM EST. He was not ready to go, and fought all the way, but his body just gave up on him. We're pretty sure that the cancer plus the pneumonia was just too much for him to fight. We're all pretty heart broken right now. Mike is especially devastated, as Berfert claimed him as the Berf's hoomin. So very sorry to hear this. Purrs for everyone. Nina in Texas, enslaved by: Snickelfritz (RB), Pixel (RB), Rusty (RB), Skeeter, Kyle, Jake, and Seth -- and Lucas -- Professional proofreading doesn’t cost – it pays! www.ninaproofs.com |
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On Fri, 24 Dec 2004 21:57:29 +0000, Tanada wrote:
Berfert started his trip to the bridge at a little after 3:00 PM EST. He was not ready to go, and fought all the way, but his body just gave up on him. We're pretty sure that the cancer plus the pneumonia was just too much for him to fight. We're all pretty heart broken right now. Mike is especially devastated, as Berfert claimed him as the Berf's hoomin. For those who don't know Berfert's history. We were given Berfert as a rescue cat in September 1993. He was about 8 weeks old at the time. The upstairs neighbor caught her husband hurting their little girl and grabbed the kids and got out of the house and into protective custody. We were asked to take care of "the kitten" for a week. We accepted knowing that a week was likely to stretch into forever. Berfert approached life differently from the very beginning. He would climb curtains so that he could run back and forth on the curtain rods. He broke three sets of rods before he finally figured out that he'd out grown them. He loved to entertain the other cats. His favorite playmate was Pumpkin, Mandy's owner. He'd get Pumpkin all wound up and chasing him then run up the bottom side of our open stair case. When Berf got to the top he'd turn around and look down on Pumpkin who'd just realized that he was hanging in space, and had stopped all momentum. A moment later, Berf would be laughing as Pumpkin landed on the floor. Berf would also use the open stairs to terrify me. He'd climb up the bottom side of the steps so that he could hang from the steps, while I was working on the commodore 64, so that I could see his back feet and tail out of the corner of my eye. It took me a long time to realize that he was not a cat in trouble. When we were at Rob's parent's house, looking for an apartment to rent while Rob made his second trip to Korea, Berfert would go out into the garden, and catch worms. He'd then present them to Rob's mom so that she knew he was protecting her from them. She always thanked him very politely, then put the worm back into the ground. They were always alive and wiggling when he gave them to her. Berfert was easily traumatized. He hated any form of travel, was terrified of birds after seeing one commit suicide by sliding glass door, and thought everyone was out to get him. He loved his family but was terrified of strangers and would hide whenever some one came over, until he got to know them (by voice) as a regular. Then he would come out and visit them. Berfert's biggest vice, other than terrifying the family for fun and profit (lots of treats in being a cat in trouble) was alcohol. Berfert was a problem drinker until he was given some Corona beer by a past cat sitter. They apparently didn't think we were serious when we told them that Berf loved booze. After that, Berf put himself on the wagon and didn't touch another drop. Berfert was a strange and wonderful cat and there will never be another like him. Good Bye Berfy werfels, We'll always miss you. Meowmie Pam "Rise up slowly, Angel, it's hard to let you go..." Purrs for his sorrowing slaves. MLB |
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