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Kitty Star of the Week for July 1 - 7, 2001.
In memory of Binky, his mom writes:
"Binky came to our family one night during a thunderstorm. He was
crouched high up in a tree with rain pelting him and lightning
flashing all around him. He was a very brave kitty. My daughter climbed
the tree and reached him, then passed him down to me. Through all the
excitement of the storm and being 'rescued' by strangers, he never tried to
bite or scratch. We had 3 other cats in our family and weren't really
ready for another. We planned to adopt him out at the Humane Society, but
he stole our hearts and joined our family instead. He was approximately 2
to 3
years old when we 'found' him, and we were lucky enough to have him with us
for almost 10 more years, until he died unexpectedly of an undiagnosed
heart
condition. One day I found him in congestive heart failure and had a
harrowing 15
mile drive to the vets. I had to leave him there for treatment and it was
the last time I ever saw him alive.
Photo Copyright 2001, A. Mason
"Binky started out as K.B. (for Kitty Boy) because we couldn't think of a
name for such a unique feline. K.B. evolved into Kitty Binky, with many
aliases including Blob-O, Fat Boy, and Binkers. He was the most striking
cat I've ever met, pure snowy white with brilliant blue eyes. He was a
tall cat and at his peak, he weighed in at 17 pounds, although he lost
weight before his death.
"Things I'll always remember about Binky....his incredible, beautiful ice
blue eyes and the way he could look so 'human', like he was thinking
profound thoughts in that majestic cat head of his. He rarely used his
voice or 'spoke', but he always looked like he was deep in thought. I
loved his soft pink nose, and the way it would stick out and wrinkle up
when he was scratched under his chin. And the fuzzy interior of his ears,
like the soft pink color found inside a seashell. Or the way he'd demand
attention - by stretching out his leg and 'reaching up' to touch my face
with his paw - then dragging it across my chin or cheek, as if to say 'HERE
I AM!! - PET ME!!' I'll remember the 'tickle spot' he had on top of his
back and the middle of his tail. If we scratched there, he'd stick his
tongue out and start to 'lick the air'. And the way he would 'huff and
puff' if he was picked up and carried over the shoulder. He must have
thought it was 'undignified' and would give little huffs, or sometimes even
a warning growl, as if to say 'PUT ME DOWN!'.
"I'll remember the way he loved to 'hide', by ducking behind a chair,
crawling under the TV or scrunching down and squeezing himself under the
footstool. Sometimes he'd be completely hidden except for his tail, which
would still be sticking out. Paper bags and laundry baskets also provided
great adventures and he'd jump in and sit there until someone 'found' him
and took him out.
"I'll remember the way he loved catnip and would plop over on his side, bury
his nose in it and roll from side to side. And the way he loved to play
with water. A dripping faucet would fascinate him, and if the faucet was
turned on, he'd sit and play with the little stream of water, batting it
with his paw, or trying to 'bite' the water and getting his face all wet.
"I'll remember the way he loved the outdoors and would sit on the window
sill, sniffing the summer breeze through the screen. He'd watch like a
hawk for open doors, always looking to make his big escape if a door stayed
open long enough. If he did get outside, he'd make a 'mad dash', as if
trying to run away. If he was pursued, he immediately stopped and fell over
on his side. And he absolutely loved to eat grass, the longer and
'frondier' the better. He'd find the tallest strands and start munching
like mad, trying to eat as much as possible before we stopped him.
"And I'll remember the way he would come into my office and fall asleep on
the stack of computer paper near my desk. If I was at my computer, he was
usually asleep close by. And when I worked on my computer late at night,
he'd stand up against my leg, and then stretch out his paw as though asking
to be picked up. So I would....and he'd sit in front of my keyboard so
that I'd have to put my arms around him in order to type.
"I'll remember the way he loved to climb up in my lap, and put his soft pink
paw on my face and stare into my eyes. He was the only cat I've ever known
who did that - he looked so human - maybe a part of him really was.
"Binky, you were my friend, and I'll never ever forget you. Thanks for the
wonderful memories and companionship you gave to our family.
"Love,Your 'Mom'"
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