Fritz was adopted from the Silver Lake Animal Rescue League. There was an "Adopt A Pet" event at the PetSmart store on Rochester Rd. We went in to buy dry cat food and left with Fritz. He was so friendly and fluffy! Our friend called him, "a handsome boy."
It seems that Fritz was the runt of a litter of Maine Coons. He had all of their characteristics, including the sweet, loving personality, but had stubby paws. He was "short to the ground", as they say.
At his peak of health, Fritz weighed 7.5 pounds. He was plagued with health issues all of his life, and keeping weight on was difficult.
Fritz loved to wiggle under the lavender in the garden and watch the bees buzzing around. He would lie there for a while, and then he would jump up in the air as high as he could to try and catch a bee. When successful, he would look underneath his paw to see if the bee was there. Hilarious! Another favourite pastime was hunting for voles. He would lie in the front garden amongst the echinacea literally for hours. The voles did not stand a chance.
One day, Fritz brought a live bird in the house. He was gently holding the bird in his mouth with the head peeking out of one side and the tail opposite. We found tiny down feathers for six months floating around the family room. Fortunately, we managed to keep the bird whole and hale while attempting to get it back outside. What a day that was!
Fritz loved to play, "snake under the blankets." I lost skin off of two toes one day, so I decided not to play anymore. However, my husband continued the game with relish.
And then there is the fluffy toy Fritz loved. He would toss it in the air and make goals with it under furniture. My husband had to put pieces of wood under the buffet to keep the toys outside. Fritz would cock his head and intensely watch, as we fished the toys out from where ever they were, and then promptly knock them right back in.
At night, sometimes I could hear Fritz playing with jingly balls. He would play on the hardwood floor in the kitchen and also liked the landing at the bottom of the basement stairs. With the basement door shut, the landing was like playing inside a box of sorts. The toys bounced off all four sides.
A small wooden mouse with pink felt on its body and a plastic spring (all stretched out) were also favourite toys. I stepped on the hard mouse more than once over the years and stumbled over all sorts of things drug out into the kitchen overnight. An empty box was a great place to explore and paper shopping bags were, too.
One year, we bought an artificial Christmas tree that rotated. Fritz would lie underneath it on his back and bat the ornaments around as they swung past. At first, when I would get up in the morning, there would be ornament balls all over the house. As the years went by, he learned that this behaviour was frowned upon, so he limited himself to one or two during the holiday season. I tried to buy plastic ornaments for the bottom of the tree, so at least he was not breaking the glass ornaments and walking through the shreds.
When Fritz got wild, his tail would fluff out. At "full fluff" it was "watch out world" yet at "half fluff" he was still a force to be reckoned with. Fritz would literally climb the walls and catapult himself off the wall. He would run at top speed in circles throughout the house. These episodes were frequent, but slacked off as he aged.
Andy, another rescue cat loved to "shadow box" with Fritz. They did not make a single sound while wrestling around with each other. All you could hear were thumps, when one of them hit the floor. It was good-natured and so funny!
Andy was Fritz's best buddy. They groomed one another and slept together most of the time. Andy was black and white, too, so when they were together, sometimes it was difficult to see where one began and the other ended.
"Kitty TV" consisted of chipmunk and bird watching. Fritz loved to "hide" in his green polka-dot bed by the wall-door and watch the little animals eat the nuts and seeds we put out for them. Heaven.
Fritz's favourite thing to do when he was older was sit on my lap ... all the time. He loved his belly rubbed. Not very many cats will let someone even touch their belly. We figured it soothed Fritz. He was shameless, too. One day a friend stopped by and Fritz jumped on her lap. He promptly got in belly rub position and pushed her hand down where he liked it. She responded, "Fritz, I'm not that kind of girl." It was hilarious and I will never forget that day.
Little Fritz was a favourite of the staff at the vet. He was so loving and only wanted to please. There are no words to describe how much he was loved or how much he will be missed. There will never be another cat like him, even if I were to look for the rest of my life. Fritz was one-of-a-kind. I like to imagine him arriving in "Kitty Heaven" where Carmel was waiting to show him the ropes.
It seems that Fritz was the runt of a litter of Maine Coons. He had all of their characteristics, including the sweet, loving personality, but had stubby paws. He was "short to the ground", as they say.
At his peak of health, Fritz weighed 7.5 pounds. He was plagued with health issues all of his life, and keeping weight on was difficult.
Fritz loved to wiggle under the lavender in the garden and watch the bees buzzing around. He would lie there for a while, and then he would jump up in the air as high as he could to try and catch a bee. When successful, he would look underneath his paw to see if the bee was there. Hilarious! Another favourite pastime was hunting for voles. He would lie in the front garden amongst the echinacea literally for hours. The voles did not stand a chance.
One day, Fritz brought a live bird in the house. He was gently holding the bird in his mouth with the head peeking out of one side and the tail opposite. We found tiny down feathers for six months floating around the family room. Fortunately, we managed to keep the bird whole and hale while attempting to get it back outside. What a day that was!
Fritz loved to play, "snake under the blankets." I lost skin off of two toes one day, so I decided not to play anymore. However, my husband continued the game with relish.
And then there is the fluffy toy Fritz loved. He would toss it in the air and make goals with it under furniture. My husband had to put pieces of wood under the buffet to keep the toys outside. Fritz would cock his head and intensely watch, as we fished the toys out from where ever they were, and then promptly knock them right back in.
At night, sometimes I could hear Fritz playing with jingly balls. He would play on the hardwood floor in the kitchen and also liked the landing at the bottom of the basement stairs. With the basement door shut, the landing was like playing inside a box of sorts. The toys bounced off all four sides.
A small wooden mouse with pink felt on its body and a plastic spring (all stretched out) were also favourite toys. I stepped on the hard mouse more than once over the years and stumbled over all sorts of things drug out into the kitchen overnight. An empty box was a great place to explore and paper shopping bags were, too.
One year, we bought an artificial Christmas tree that rotated. Fritz would lie underneath it on his back and bat the ornaments around as they swung past. At first, when I would get up in the morning, there would be ornament balls all over the house. As the years went by, he learned that this behaviour was frowned upon, so he limited himself to one or two during the holiday season. I tried to buy plastic ornaments for the bottom of the tree, so at least he was not breaking the glass ornaments and walking through the shreds.
When Fritz got wild, his tail would fluff out. At "full fluff" it was "watch out world" yet at "half fluff" he was still a force to be reckoned with. Fritz would literally climb the walls and catapult himself off the wall. He would run at top speed in circles throughout the house. These episodes were frequent, but slacked off as he aged.
Andy, another rescue cat loved to "shadow box" with Fritz. They did not make a single sound while wrestling around with each other. All you could hear were thumps, when one of them hit the floor. It was good-natured and so funny!
Andy was Fritz's best buddy. They groomed one another and slept together most of the time. Andy was black and white, too, so when they were together, sometimes it was difficult to see where one began and the other ended.
"Kitty TV" consisted of chipmunk and bird watching. Fritz loved to "hide" in his green polka-dot bed by the wall-door and watch the little animals eat the nuts and seeds we put out for them. Heaven.
Fritz's favourite thing to do when he was older was sit on my lap ... all the time. He loved his belly rubbed. Not very many cats will let someone even touch their belly. We figured it soothed Fritz. He was shameless, too. One day a friend stopped by and Fritz jumped on her lap. He promptly got in belly rub position and pushed her hand down where he liked it. She responded, "Fritz, I'm not that kind of girl." It was hilarious and I will never forget that day.
Little Fritz was a favourite of the staff at the vet. He was so loving and only wanted to please. There are no words to describe how much he was loved or how much he will be missed. There will never be another cat like him, even if I were to look for the rest of my life. Fritz was one-of-a-kind. I like to imagine him arriving in "Kitty Heaven" where Carmel was waiting to show him the ropes.
Fritz was adopted from the Silver Lake Animal Rescue League. There was an "Adopt A Pet" event at the PetSmart store on Rochester Rd. We went in to buy dry cat food and left with Fritz. He was so friendly and fluffy! Our friend called him, "a handsome boy."
It seems that Fritz was the runt of a litter of Maine Coons. He had all of their characteristics, including the sweet, loving personality, but had stubby paws. He was "short to the ground", as they say.
At his peak of health, Fritz weighed 7.5 pounds. He was plagued with health issues all of his life, and keeping weight on was difficult.
Fritz loved to wiggle under the lavender in the garden and watch the bees buzzing around. He would lie there for a while, and then he would jump up in the air as high as he could to try and catch a bee. When successful, he would look underneath his paw to see if the bee was there. Hilarious! Another favourite pastime was hunting for voles. He would lie in the front garden amongst the echinacea literally for hours. The voles did not stand a chance.
One day, Fritz brought a live bird in the house. He was gently holding the bird in his mouth with the head peeking out of one side and the tail opposite. We found tiny down feathers for six months floating around the family room. Fortunately, we managed to keep the bird whole and hale while attempting to get it back outside. What a day that was!
Fritz loved to play, "snake under the blankets." I lost skin off of two toes one day, so I decided not to play anymore. However, my husband continued the game with relish.
And then there is the fluffy toy Fritz loved. He would toss it in the air and make goals with it under furniture. My husband had to put pieces of wood under the buffet to keep the toys outside. Fritz would cock his head and intensely watch, as we fished the toys out from where ever they were, and then promptly knock them right back in.
At night, sometimes I could hear Fritz playing with jingly balls. He would play on the hardwood floor in the kitchen and also liked the landing at the bottom of the basement stairs. With the basement door shut, the landing was like playing inside a box of sorts. The toys bounced off all four sides.
A small wooden mouse with pink felt on its body and a plastic spring (all stretched out) were also favourite toys. I stepped on the hard mouse more than once over the years and stumbled over all sorts of things drug out into the kitchen overnight. An empty box was a great place to explore and paper shopping bags were, too.
One year, we bought an artificial Christmas tree that rotated. Fritz would lie underneath it on his back and bat the ornaments around as they swung past. At first, when I would get up in the morning, there would be ornament balls all over the house. As the years went by, he learned that this behaviour was frowned upon, so he limited himself to one or two during the holiday season. I tried to buy plastic ornaments for the bottom of the tree, so at least he was not breaking the glass ornaments and walking through the shreds.
When Fritz got wild, his tail would fluff out. At "full fluff" it was "watch out world" yet at "half fluff" he was still a force to be reckoned with. Fritz would literally climb the walls and catapult himself off the wall. He would run at top speed in circles throughout the house. These episodes were frequent, but slacked off as he aged.
Andy, another rescue cat loved to "shadow box" with Fritz. They did not make a single sound while wrestling around with each other. All you could hear were thumps, when one of them hit the floor. It was good-natured and so funny!
Andy was Fritz's best buddy. They groomed one another and slept together most of the time. Andy was black and white, too, so when they were together, sometimes it was difficult to see where one began and the other ended.
"Kitty TV" consisted of chipmunk and bird watching. Fritz loved to "hide" in his green polka-dot bed by the wall-door and watch the little animals eat the nuts and seeds we put out for them. Heaven.
Fritz's favourite thing to do when he was older was sit on my lap ... all the time. He loved his belly rubbed. Not very many cats will let someone even touch their belly. We figured it soothed Fritz. He was shameless, too. One day a friend stopped by and Fritz jumped on her lap. He promptly got in belly rub position and pushed her hand down where he liked it. She responded, "Fritz, I'm not that kind of girl." It was hilarious and I will never forget that day.
Little Fritz was a favourite of the staff at the vet. He was so loving and only wanted to please. There are no words to describe how much he was loved or how much he will be missed. There will never be another cat like him, even if I were to look for the rest of my life. Fritz was one-of-a-kind. I like to imagine him arriving in "Kitty Heaven" where Carmel was waiting to show him the ropes.
It seems that Fritz was the runt of a litter of Maine Coons. He had all of their characteristics, including the sweet, loving personality, but had stubby paws. He was "short to the ground", as they say.
At his peak of health, Fritz weighed 7.5 pounds. He was plagued with health issues all of his life, and keeping weight on was difficult.
Fritz loved to wiggle under the lavender in the garden and watch the bees buzzing around. He would lie there for a while, and then he would jump up in the air as high as he could to try and catch a bee. When successful, he would look underneath his paw to see if the bee was there. Hilarious! Another favourite pastime was hunting for voles. He would lie in the front garden amongst the echinacea literally for hours. The voles did not stand a chance.
One day, Fritz brought a live bird in the house. He was gently holding the bird in his mouth with the head peeking out of one side and the tail opposite. We found tiny down feathers for six months floating around the family room. Fortunately, we managed to keep the bird whole and hale while attempting to get it back outside. What a day that was!
Fritz loved to play, "snake under the blankets." I lost skin off of two toes one day, so I decided not to play anymore. However, my husband continued the game with relish.
And then there is the fluffy toy Fritz loved. He would toss it in the air and make goals with it under furniture. My husband had to put pieces of wood under the buffet to keep the toys outside. Fritz would cock his head and intensely watch, as we fished the toys out from where ever they were, and then promptly knock them right back in.
At night, sometimes I could hear Fritz playing with jingly balls. He would play on the hardwood floor in the kitchen and also liked the landing at the bottom of the basement stairs. With the basement door shut, the landing was like playing inside a box of sorts. The toys bounced off all four sides.
A small wooden mouse with pink felt on its body and a plastic spring (all stretched out) were also favourite toys. I stepped on the hard mouse more than once over the years and stumbled over all sorts of things drug out into the kitchen overnight. An empty box was a great place to explore and paper shopping bags were, too.
One year, we bought an artificial Christmas tree that rotated. Fritz would lie underneath it on his back and bat the ornaments around as they swung past. At first, when I would get up in the morning, there would be ornament balls all over the house. As the years went by, he learned that this behaviour was frowned upon, so he limited himself to one or two during the holiday season. I tried to buy plastic ornaments for the bottom of the tree, so at least he was not breaking the glass ornaments and walking through the shreds.
When Fritz got wild, his tail would fluff out. At "full fluff" it was "watch out world" yet at "half fluff" he was still a force to be reckoned with. Fritz would literally climb the walls and catapult himself off the wall. He would run at top speed in circles throughout the house. These episodes were frequent, but slacked off as he aged.
Andy, another rescue cat loved to "shadow box" with Fritz. They did not make a single sound while wrestling around with each other. All you could hear were thumps, when one of them hit the floor. It was good-natured and so funny!
Andy was Fritz's best buddy. They groomed one another and slept together most of the time. Andy was black and white, too, so when they were together, sometimes it was difficult to see where one began and the other ended.
"Kitty TV" consisted of chipmunk and bird watching. Fritz loved to "hide" in his green polka-dot bed by the wall-door and watch the little animals eat the nuts and seeds we put out for them. Heaven.
Fritz's favourite thing to do when he was older was sit on my lap ... all the time. He loved his belly rubbed. Not very many cats will let someone even touch their belly. We figured it soothed Fritz. He was shameless, too. One day a friend stopped by and Fritz jumped on her lap. He promptly got in belly rub position and pushed her hand down where he liked it. She responded, "Fritz, I'm not that kind of girl." It was hilarious and I will never forget that day.
Little Fritz was a favourite of the staff at the vet. He was so loving and only wanted to please. There are no words to describe how much he was loved or how much he will be missed. There will never be another cat like him, even if I were to look for the rest of my life. Fritz was one-of-a-kind. I like to imagine him arriving in "Kitty Heaven" where Carmel was waiting to show him the ropes.
