Bruise was huge and fearsome looking before he got sick. Both before and after, he was a kind, gentle soul. He would let even 2 year olds get in his face and pet him even if they rubbed his fur the wrong way. We'll miss you buddy. Thanks to the Cat Clinic for the good care they gave him. Bruise asked that, in lieu of flowers, donations be made to Outback Cat House Rescue, Rogers, Ar. 72756. Bruise, please forgive Anon 11:36 who claims "The cat is the devils pet . . ." as you did those who mistreated and abandoned you. The unenlightened have thought this way for years. Cats became suspicious because, unlike dogs, they don’t behave subserviently toward humans. The ignorant think this violates “the biblical view that humans should have dominion over animals. Also, cats were very active at night and engaged in loud, raucous mating rituals. . . . to the superstitious . . .cats were practicing supernatural powers and witchcraft. Most accused witches were older peasant women who lived alone, often keeping cats as pets for companionship. This guilt by association meant that roughly a million cats were burned at the stake, along with their owners, on suspicion of being witches. . . . Pope Gregory IX (1145-1241) declared that a sect . . .had been caught worshiping the devil [who] had appeared in the form of a black cat. Cats became the official symbol of heresy . . .. Anyone who showed any compassion or feeling for a cat came under the church's suspicion. By the beginning of the fourteenth century, Europe's cat population had been severely depleted. . . . In 1347 the bubonic plague swept across Europe. . . .the Black Death, killed twenty-five million people . . . in only three years. . . . the plague was being spread to humans by fleas on infected rodents. . . . Centuries of cat slaughter had allowed the rodent population to surge out of control.”See, The History of Human-Animal Interaction - The Medieval Period.
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Kateri, Jacque, Annie and Francie (Better known as Little Bit) all send their deepest sympathy at the passing of Bruise even though she was a cat.
May St. Francis, lover of all animals, great her at heavens gate with a bowl of warm milk where she can take many long, lazy naps in the sunshine of God's unending love.
Tough to give up one so dear. Our hearts go out to you.
Dear Jim,
Sorry to hear about Bruise - thoughts of peace are with you.
Le Ann
Thanks Anon 1, Kateri, Jacque, Annie and Francie. I must make one correction though, unless you, as my friend Scott Fones does, call all cats "she" and all dogs "he." Bruise was a very virile "he cat." He woouldn't be offended, but he might have whuped the dogs for insulting cats. He didn't give ground to anybody or anything, including growling labs. (Well, he did run from Lola, a tiny pup once, but not outa fear.)
We are saddened to hear that Bruise lost the good fight. We know that he would have preferred to stay and master the clerical skills in the office [as witnessed by his pictures organizing the desk top]; to continue his vigilant watch over the food supply of his posse; to allow his friend the opportunity to exercise his upper body strength by patiently being brushed; and to remain with his loving, caring benefactor. But we feel Bruise is in a place of perpetual light, basking in good health and, as always, sharing his generous spirit.
Friends in California
The cat. A cold blooded killer that can take playfull pleasure in the slow torturious death of a baby bird or chipmunk or squirrel, even on a full stomach and whose only certain function in the world is to shed fur and dander and fowl smelling waste where ever it lives, rendering a home uninhabitiable by any other than its brain wasted victim, who like a messurized automiton is compelled to feed, rub and live in the filth of the feline master.
By virtue of warmth and fur and endless solicitations for attention, the cat has evolved to leave an impression of being warm and loving. Those of us immune to its illusary spell can plainly see the ruse; the cat is as cold as a rock inside, a leach without commitment to anything other than the maintenance of its own subsidy.
If there is a heaven there surely will be no cats allowed. The cat is the devils pet and a human's master and no part of any devine place. When it comes to cats there are those of us who see them for what they are and those that can only see them as the cat wills to be seen. The first group has always been aware of the spell, the master servent relationship and recognized the evil nature of the cat and hence the image of it as an evil witch's companion, whose relationship is never seen as that of loving master and devoted pet but that of accomplices, with the cat being merely tolerated as a matter of professional curtesy. The Republican party, as a manipulator of impression and exploiter of the masses, would be better represented by the cat than the elephant but they would wisely never chose to be so seen.
In any event, no donation, no remorse. Down with all cats, send them back to whence they came!
Phoebe Ann, My mother's cat and now my cat, would send her condolences if she could. I'm sending mine, Jim. Thanks for extending your caring and kindness to all beings.
TO THE PERSON WHO WROTE THE NEGATIVE COMMENTS ABOUT ALL CATS...
Cat lovers are intelligent, sensitive people. We cannot be duped; we realize we are nothing more than warm furniture for our cats.
You, however, have exhibited a lack of intelligence by making a post without the benefit of spell check or a dictionary.
Bruise would never make such a literary faux pas.
A Friend
Kateri, Jacque, Annie and Francie being fickle French poodles just cannot let their mistake pass by without correcting the fact that they called a "he" a "she." Heaven forbid!
Poodles are arrogant, know it all, yet loving, tender and loyal; oh and fearce to a fault. This household has a black and white "he" cat that torments them by strolling by their backyard while they run up and down barking furiously. One day they bark..."to the moon!!!"
As for anyone who would speak w/o identifing themselves of such hate for a cat, well these poodles want to wish them luck if they ever come to Little Rock. Jacquie boy has been know to take a plug out of such mean people.
Today we are in mourning for a sweet kitty that was loved and wanted and needed named Bruise. St. Francis give Bruise another bowl of warm milk please!!
Anonymous four thanks anonymous five for the editorial work and spelling corrections. A generious jesture under the circumstances which perhaps does prove that lovers of cats are sensitive people; even if victims of the beast.
PS Ranting sometimes takes more time than one may have to give it.
oh, i'm so sorry! When my cat, Billy Wayne (short for Billy Wayne Badass, because when he was a kitten, he was one more badass kitty) died after 11 years in the lives of my children and me, a piece of me died with him. To those who write nasty things about cats: you are paranoid, get a good cat. They are the coolest companions. And this does not come from a cat freak - I love dogs, and have several. Also have as my companions mules, horses, goats, chickens, guineas...i draw the line at snakes. But when a Bruise or a Billy Wayne passes on, it is so hard. My heart is with you. Cathi
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