Bob-Cat (1993-2004): By Snow

Bob-Cat (1993-2004)

This is Bob. Bob was theoretically my cat 1993 - 2001. He became my cat when my friend Sherrie had to move and couldn't keep him. He was 2 - 5 months old when he moved in with me and my mom. He stayed with Mom when I moved out at the end of '94, and didn't come to live with me again until Nov. of '98, when I moved in with Stax. Bob quickly bonded with her cat Boo, also a black cat, and so when I moved out, January 2001, I left Bob with them.

So I don't think Bob was ever really my cat, but that's what I called him. He was very affectionate and anyone who came to visit was obviously there to give Bob love and attention. That's how I came by all of the "admirer" photo's below. (Sorry that they are kinda lousy, but he's a black hole and hard to see.)

In the fall of 2004 Bob was put to sleep because they found he had a big tumor around his stomach. He was about eleven and a half years old. Rest in peace, Bob.


Summer 2000: Black kitties in the sun. Can you see them both?	Early 2000: Sleepy kitties. I dare you to guess which one's Bob, and which one's Boo.	'99/'00: Getting ready for a new year's party.	Dec. 1999: You could make a kitty stencil out of this, he's a perfectly shaped black hole.

Dec. 1999: Bob enjoying a brand new catnip pillow. I tell stories about Bob and these pillows, so I'm glad I found this.	Dec. 1999: Despite someone insisting that Boo doesn't like catnip, I had to make a second one after he decided to claim Bob's. Bob would be the near cat, looking on perplexedly, as Boo stares up at him with that 'fight you for it" look on his face.	July 1999: In the midst of moving. The first pic is me holding Bob at the old house. And the second is Bob looking right at home already in the new place.
Some of Bob's admirers:
Mok	James	Scott
Ed	Mindy	Selena
	Bob has always been a very mellow cat. I'd always grab him and hug him and he'd just wait for me to be done. Unless he felt like snuggling then he was really happy. The only time I knew him to be really unhappy was when he could see the bottom of his food bowl. It wasn't even empty. He only ate the food in the middle, and as soon as there was this empty cone with the point hitting the bottom he would get frantic. So I would kick the bowl, and everything would be okay in Bob's world again.
	Wilson is the silver cat on the floor. Bob's nemesis while he lived with my mom from '95 - '98. She hated him. They would get into screaming fights in the middle of the night. Bob would get his ass kicked. No one had ever taught him how to fight.
	Bob was happiest, I think, sleeping on Mom's pillows. Because she is allergic to him. He's a brat, he likes to play stupid, but it's an act. He's really crazy. He spends most of his time staring off into other dimensions.

These are between when I got him in early '93 and when we moved to Seattle in the Spring of '94. The only good thing I've found about moving a lot is that I can pin down the dates of pictures by their location.