Also Known As Brownie, Brown, Mr. Brown, Sage-ee-oh
Sage was adopted as a kitten with stepsister Tatiana at PetsMart in Arlington Heights, Illinois on July 17, 2005, at an event run by Second Chance, a non-profit all-volunteer cat rescue and foster organization. I had already been chosen by Tatiana and was immediately drawn to Sage because of the color of his fur, described to me as buff. I had never seen a cat in that shade before and simply had to have him. His fur was so soft too, like rabbit fur.
He loved being brushed and petted. Payback came in the form of head butts that grew more frequent and forceful as he aged. He was a sweet gentle soul, without a mean bone in his body. He was so easygoing that people marveled at how cooperative he was getting his nails trimmed. He stopped just shy of lying down and extending each paw in turn as though he was looking forward to not getting snagged on things anymore. No other cat I've had ever did that.
He was nicknamed Brownie after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in August 2005, when George W. Bush congratulated then FEMA chief Michael Brown as Brownie. Bush infamously told Brown that he was doing a "heck of a job" even though the city was underwater and relief was nowhere to be found. That Brownie soon resigned in disgrace, but this Brownie grew up and thrived.
Sage never met a treat he didn't like except at the very end when he had no appetite and was overcome with nausea. He wasn't the most patient individual, so when you announced "It's treat time!" you had best be ready to distribute said treats without delay. If you weren't fast enough he'd start meowing repeatedly, looking at the treat jar, looking at you, looking at the treat jar, meow, meow, meow. I'd tell him, "Sage, relax, Jack, keep your pants on!" But he always got in the last word. Meow!
In 2015 he lost all of his teeth to tooth resorption, a painful condition where the gums grow up over the teeth. He had to go to a veterinary dental specialist for that procedure and came through like a champ. Amazingly, he was able to eat both wet and dry food soon after, once he learned how to keep the food in his mouth without any teeth. Oh, yes, the vet who did his surgery was struck by the severity of the resorption he had and the way he bounced back after it was taken care of. She asked if she could use before and after pictures of his case during advanced dentistry seminars she taught throughout the United States.
"It's Brownie to the rescue, it's Sage-ee-oh time."
Well into his senior years, Sage began waking up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night if he heard Shanti (aka "his girlfriend") was nearby. He'd get up, start talking sexy to her, saunter over, straddle her back, bite her neck, and pin her down until she managed to squirm free, usually smacking him in the head to snap him out of it. He was neutered as a kitten, so I don't know where he got the idea he was some big elderly stud. Once his advances were rebuffed, he'd jump down, walk into my closet, and holler like he couldn't believe she turned him down.
Sage is survived by his human mom; stepbrother, Shaman; and stepsisters, Lily, Tasha, Elsa, and Shanti.
He was predeceased by his human grandpops; stepbrothers, Luka and Mutt; and stepsisters, Tatiana and Lena.
Sage was adopted as a kitten with stepsister Tatiana at PetsMart in Arlington Heights, Illinois on July 17, 2005, at an event run by Second Chance, a non-profit all-volunteer cat rescue and foster organization. I had already been chosen by Tatiana and was immediately drawn to Sage because of the color of his fur, described to me as buff. I had never seen a cat in that shade before and simply had to have him. His fur was so soft too, like rabbit fur.
He loved being brushed and petted. Payback came in the form of head butts that grew more frequent and forceful as he aged. He was a sweet gentle soul, without a mean bone in his body. He was so easygoing that people marveled at how cooperative he was getting his nails trimmed. He stopped just shy of lying down and extending each paw in turn as though he was looking forward to not getting snagged on things anymore. No other cat I've had ever did that.
He was nicknamed Brownie after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in August 2005, when George W. Bush congratulated then FEMA chief Michael Brown as Brownie. Bush infamously told Brown that he was doing a "heck of a job" even though the city was underwater and relief was nowhere to be found. That Brownie soon resigned in disgrace, but this Brownie grew up and thrived.
Sage never met a treat he didn't like except at the very end when he had no appetite and was overcome with nausea. He wasn't the most patient individual, so when you announced "It's treat time!" you had best be ready to distribute said treats without delay. If you weren't fast enough he'd start meowing repeatedly, looking at the treat jar, looking at you, looking at the treat jar, meow, meow, meow. I'd tell him, "Sage, relax, Jack, keep your pants on!" But he always got in the last word. Meow!
In 2015 he lost all of his teeth to tooth resorption, a painful condition where the gums grow up over the teeth. He had to go to a veterinary dental specialist for that procedure and came through like a champ. Amazingly, he was able to eat both wet and dry food soon after, once he learned how to keep the food in his mouth without any teeth. Oh, yes, the vet who did his surgery was struck by the severity of the resorption he had and the way he bounced back after it was taken care of. She asked if she could use before and after pictures of his case during advanced dentistry seminars she taught throughout the United States.
"It's Brownie to the rescue, it's Sage-ee-oh time."
Well into his senior years, Sage began waking up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night if he heard Shanti (aka "his girlfriend") was nearby. He'd get up, start talking sexy to her, saunter over, straddle her back, bite her neck, and pin her down until she managed to squirm free, usually smacking him in the head to snap him out of it. He was neutered as a kitten, so I don't know where he got the idea he was some big elderly stud. Once his advances were rebuffed, he'd jump down, walk into my closet, and holler like he couldn't believe she turned him down.
Sage is survived by his human mom; stepbrother, Shaman; and stepsisters, Lily, Tasha, Elsa, and Shanti.
He was predeceased by his human grandpops; stepbrothers, Luka and Mutt; and stepsisters, Tatiana and Lena.
Also Known As Brownie, Brown, Mr. Brown, Sage-ee-oh
Sage was adopted as a kitten with stepsister Tatiana at PetsMart in Arlington Heights, Illinois on July 17, 2005, at an event run by Second Chance, a non-profit all-volunteer cat rescue and foster organization. I had already been chosen by Tatiana and was immediately drawn to Sage because of the color of his fur, described to me as buff. I had never seen a cat in that shade before and simply had to have him. His fur was so soft too, like rabbit fur.
He loved being brushed and petted. Payback came in the form of head butts that grew more frequent and forceful as he aged. He was a sweet gentle soul, without a mean bone in his body. He was so easygoing that people marveled at how cooperative he was getting his nails trimmed. He stopped just shy of lying down and extending each paw in turn as though he was looking forward to not getting snagged on things anymore. No other cat I've had ever did that.
He was nicknamed Brownie after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in August 2005, when George W. Bush congratulated then FEMA chief Michael Brown as Brownie. Bush infamously told Brown that he was doing a "heck of a job" even though the city was underwater and relief was nowhere to be found. That Brownie soon resigned in disgrace, but this Brownie grew up and thrived.
Sage never met a treat he didn't like except at the very end when he had no appetite and was overcome with nausea. He wasn't the most patient individual, so when you announced "It's treat time!" you had best be ready to distribute said treats without delay. If you weren't fast enough he'd start meowing repeatedly, looking at the treat jar, looking at you, looking at the treat jar, meow, meow, meow. I'd tell him, "Sage, relax, Jack, keep your pants on!" But he always got in the last word. Meow!
In 2015 he lost all of his teeth to tooth resorption, a painful condition where the gums grow up over the teeth. He had to go to a veterinary dental specialist for that procedure and came through like a champ. Amazingly, he was able to eat both wet and dry food soon after, once he learned how to keep the food in his mouth without any teeth. Oh, yes, the vet who did his surgery was struck by the severity of the resorption he had and the way he bounced back after it was taken care of. She asked if she could use before and after pictures of his case during advanced dentistry seminars she taught throughout the United States.
"It's Brownie to the rescue, it's Sage-ee-oh time."
Well into his senior years, Sage began waking up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night if he heard Shanti (aka "his girlfriend") was nearby. He'd get up, start talking sexy to her, saunter over, straddle her back, bite her neck, and pin her down until she managed to squirm free, usually smacking him in the head to snap him out of it. He was neutered as a kitten, so I don't know where he got the idea he was some big elderly stud. Once his advances were rebuffed, he'd jump down, walk into my closet, and holler like he couldn't believe she turned him down.
Sage is survived by his human mom; stepbrother, Shaman; and stepsisters, Lily, Tasha, Elsa, and Shanti.
He was predeceased by his human grandpops; stepbrothers, Luka and Mutt; and stepsisters, Tatiana and Lena.
Sage was adopted as a kitten with stepsister Tatiana at PetsMart in Arlington Heights, Illinois on July 17, 2005, at an event run by Second Chance, a non-profit all-volunteer cat rescue and foster organization. I had already been chosen by Tatiana and was immediately drawn to Sage because of the color of his fur, described to me as buff. I had never seen a cat in that shade before and simply had to have him. His fur was so soft too, like rabbit fur.
He loved being brushed and petted. Payback came in the form of head butts that grew more frequent and forceful as he aged. He was a sweet gentle soul, without a mean bone in his body. He was so easygoing that people marveled at how cooperative he was getting his nails trimmed. He stopped just shy of lying down and extending each paw in turn as though he was looking forward to not getting snagged on things anymore. No other cat I've had ever did that.
He was nicknamed Brownie after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in August 2005, when George W. Bush congratulated then FEMA chief Michael Brown as Brownie. Bush infamously told Brown that he was doing a "heck of a job" even though the city was underwater and relief was nowhere to be found. That Brownie soon resigned in disgrace, but this Brownie grew up and thrived.
Sage never met a treat he didn't like except at the very end when he had no appetite and was overcome with nausea. He wasn't the most patient individual, so when you announced "It's treat time!" you had best be ready to distribute said treats without delay. If you weren't fast enough he'd start meowing repeatedly, looking at the treat jar, looking at you, looking at the treat jar, meow, meow, meow. I'd tell him, "Sage, relax, Jack, keep your pants on!" But he always got in the last word. Meow!
In 2015 he lost all of his teeth to tooth resorption, a painful condition where the gums grow up over the teeth. He had to go to a veterinary dental specialist for that procedure and came through like a champ. Amazingly, he was able to eat both wet and dry food soon after, once he learned how to keep the food in his mouth without any teeth. Oh, yes, the vet who did his surgery was struck by the severity of the resorption he had and the way he bounced back after it was taken care of. She asked if she could use before and after pictures of his case during advanced dentistry seminars she taught throughout the United States.
"It's Brownie to the rescue, it's Sage-ee-oh time."
Well into his senior years, Sage began waking up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night if he heard Shanti (aka "his girlfriend") was nearby. He'd get up, start talking sexy to her, saunter over, straddle her back, bite her neck, and pin her down until she managed to squirm free, usually smacking him in the head to snap him out of it. He was neutered as a kitten, so I don't know where he got the idea he was some big elderly stud. Once his advances were rebuffed, he'd jump down, walk into my closet, and holler like he couldn't believe she turned him down.
Sage is survived by his human mom; stepbrother, Shaman; and stepsisters, Lily, Tasha, Elsa, and Shanti.
He was predeceased by his human grandpops; stepbrothers, Luka and Mutt; and stepsisters, Tatiana and Lena.
