Yeower was an older stray cat. His year of birth is a estimate, but he was probably about fourteen years old at his death. He first appeared during the early years of the housing collapse and recession though his actual circumstances are not known.
He came from around the southwest corner to my sister-in-law and brother-in-law's front porch (across the street from us) and ate at their house. In the early years, he would leave and go back around the same corner. We would see him occasionally in different places on the side street but never figured out where he went to or came from. If he had a home, his owner was negligent and / or often absent.
During the next few years as more people lost their homes, Yeower was joined by an ever growing number of other apparently homeless cats. We eventually began spaying and neutering them and they formed a loose colony with Yeower being an earliest member.
Yeower got his name from my sister-in-law because of the very distinct and unusual, and length and loudness of his meow. I gave him the aka Meower for the same reason. He took his rightful place as the elder in the group and pushed his way through the others and made sure he got his food!
For some months, both my sister-in-law and I noticed something was amiss with his mouth and assumed he had some kind of dental issue, but the veterinarian found a large invasive tumor in his lower jaw and recommended that he be euthanized. Yeower was buried by his adopted mom and dad at their house across the street. He was uniquely and totally free-spirited, and none of us will ever forget him.
He came from around the southwest corner to my sister-in-law and brother-in-law's front porch (across the street from us) and ate at their house. In the early years, he would leave and go back around the same corner. We would see him occasionally in different places on the side street but never figured out where he went to or came from. If he had a home, his owner was negligent and / or often absent.
During the next few years as more people lost their homes, Yeower was joined by an ever growing number of other apparently homeless cats. We eventually began spaying and neutering them and they formed a loose colony with Yeower being an earliest member.
Yeower got his name from my sister-in-law because of the very distinct and unusual, and length and loudness of his meow. I gave him the aka Meower for the same reason. He took his rightful place as the elder in the group and pushed his way through the others and made sure he got his food!
For some months, both my sister-in-law and I noticed something was amiss with his mouth and assumed he had some kind of dental issue, but the veterinarian found a large invasive tumor in his lower jaw and recommended that he be euthanized. Yeower was buried by his adopted mom and dad at their house across the street. He was uniquely and totally free-spirited, and none of us will ever forget him.
Yeower was an older stray cat. His year of birth is a estimate, but he was probably about fourteen years old at his death. He first appeared during the early years of the housing collapse and recession though his actual circumstances are not known.
He came from around the southwest corner to my sister-in-law and brother-in-law's front porch (across the street from us) and ate at their house. In the early years, he would leave and go back around the same corner. We would see him occasionally in different places on the side street but never figured out where he went to or came from. If he had a home, his owner was negligent and / or often absent.
During the next few years as more people lost their homes, Yeower was joined by an ever growing number of other apparently homeless cats. We eventually began spaying and neutering them and they formed a loose colony with Yeower being an earliest member.
Yeower got his name from my sister-in-law because of the very distinct and unusual, and length and loudness of his meow. I gave him the aka Meower for the same reason. He took his rightful place as the elder in the group and pushed his way through the others and made sure he got his food!
For some months, both my sister-in-law and I noticed something was amiss with his mouth and assumed he had some kind of dental issue, but the veterinarian found a large invasive tumor in his lower jaw and recommended that he be euthanized. Yeower was buried by his adopted mom and dad at their house across the street. He was uniquely and totally free-spirited, and none of us will ever forget him.
He came from around the southwest corner to my sister-in-law and brother-in-law's front porch (across the street from us) and ate at their house. In the early years, he would leave and go back around the same corner. We would see him occasionally in different places on the side street but never figured out where he went to or came from. If he had a home, his owner was negligent and / or often absent.
During the next few years as more people lost their homes, Yeower was joined by an ever growing number of other apparently homeless cats. We eventually began spaying and neutering them and they formed a loose colony with Yeower being an earliest member.
Yeower got his name from my sister-in-law because of the very distinct and unusual, and length and loudness of his meow. I gave him the aka Meower for the same reason. He took his rightful place as the elder in the group and pushed his way through the others and made sure he got his food!
For some months, both my sister-in-law and I noticed something was amiss with his mouth and assumed he had some kind of dental issue, but the veterinarian found a large invasive tumor in his lower jaw and recommended that he be euthanized. Yeower was buried by his adopted mom and dad at their house across the street. He was uniquely and totally free-spirited, and none of us will ever forget him.
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