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Bug
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Deceased, Twenty one and a half years old
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Female
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Tabby Cat
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Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
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While volunteering at the Humane Society in Ottawa on May 3, 1999, I went into the back room to see what new cats had come in. There I found a cat in a cage with a notice saying that she was dangerous and aggressive, or words to that effect, which would normally be a death sentence. I looked into her eyes and could see right away that she was a total sweetie. (It eventually turned out that her problem was simply that she HATED other cats, so naturally she was unhappy at the Humane Society.) I got one of the friendlier "techs" to foster her out to me (thanks, Crystal!), and the rest is history.
Within 10 minutes of getting her back to my place, I was lying on my back on my bed with Bug (as I eventually named her, for her eyes) tucked between my ribs and my right arm, purring away. Because she couldn't be displayed at the Humane Society, it was difficult to find someone to adopt her, and she eventually became my first and only "foster failure" and we had 19 years together (she was 2 1/2 when I got her).
Bug may not have liked cats, but she was extremely sociable with people. When I would open my apartment on returning home, she would shoot out into the hallway and, if other tenants had opened their doors because of the heat, she would march into their apartments and start chatting them up. She was a fairly good traveller, and moving to Winnipeg two years later, where I bought a little house, was no problem. I even took her into Mexico in a motor home one winter. In our little house in Winnipeg, Bug proved to be a great mouser and I could always tell if there was a mouse in the house by her intense concentration. She had a look on her face that said: "Forget it, mouse. You don't stand a chance!" Sweet as she was, Bug could be ornery if, for example, you kept trimming her claws when she'd made it clear that she'd had enough. Because I worked at home, we spent a lot of quality time together with daily naps and brushing sessions.
Bug had a good appetite, and her favourite food was frozen breaded haddock, which I had often (more for her sake than mine). She would sit in front of the oven impatiently waiting for it to be ready (as shown in one of the pictures) and for me to scrape off the breading for her. A little over a year ago her appetite started to decline, and when she lost interest even in haddock I knew it was time for us to part. She "crossed the rainbow bridge" on May 10, 2018 after just over 19 years together.
Bug was a great little cat and deserves to be immortalized.
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