Baby, also known as Apollo, was the cat of my brother in law. Of this sweet and joyous cat, my brother in law wrote:
"On Thursday night at around 9:00 P.M. a neighbor knocked on my door. I knew something was wrong seeing her expression. Maureen and her daughter were at the door and cautioned me that a cat was dead on the street across from my house and in front of her house. I rushed out to take a look.
It was battered and bloody but I could recognize the teeth and tail. It was my cat I had named "Baby" at home and as Apollo at the vet. He was less that 2 years old.
He showed up at my garage a year and a half ago. He hung around for a few days in a row and kept looking at me through the window. Initially I did not feed him, thinking he was owned by someone. Finally I gave in and fed him. He was in the yard for almost a month before I let him into the house.
He was a very affectionate, playful and friendly cat and the first male lap cat I have had. He always slept at my feet. My 92 year old neighbor loved to see him in her yard as he was very playful. He kept running in the yard back and forth and it seemed to delight her.
When I initially got him, he loved to attack my feet at the smallest of motions. He never got into a fight with any of the other cats. He got the utmost pleasure when the bed was being made. All the motion of the sheets drove him crazy.
He was always around when I was in the garden, any movement of a plant was enough to make him playful. He rolled at the slightest of touches, ready to play. Very sweet cat, someone must have lost or abandoned him as a kitten and the name "Baby" stuck.
When he wanted to go out, he performed a dance at the kitchen door. He used to jump up, grab the door handle, twirl and land on his front paws. He repeated this dance till he was let out. He was arguably the happiest cat I have seen.
It was this happy energy that killed him I think. He was in the habit of rushing around and he must have not seen the vehicle that killed him. After holding him for a few hours, I buried him at midnight in the back yard."
Many thanks to Edith J. Bruner for her kind sponsorship of Baby's memorial.
"On Thursday night at around 9:00 P.M. a neighbor knocked on my door. I knew something was wrong seeing her expression. Maureen and her daughter were at the door and cautioned me that a cat was dead on the street across from my house and in front of her house. I rushed out to take a look.
It was battered and bloody but I could recognize the teeth and tail. It was my cat I had named "Baby" at home and as Apollo at the vet. He was less that 2 years old.
He showed up at my garage a year and a half ago. He hung around for a few days in a row and kept looking at me through the window. Initially I did not feed him, thinking he was owned by someone. Finally I gave in and fed him. He was in the yard for almost a month before I let him into the house.
He was a very affectionate, playful and friendly cat and the first male lap cat I have had. He always slept at my feet. My 92 year old neighbor loved to see him in her yard as he was very playful. He kept running in the yard back and forth and it seemed to delight her.
When I initially got him, he loved to attack my feet at the smallest of motions. He never got into a fight with any of the other cats. He got the utmost pleasure when the bed was being made. All the motion of the sheets drove him crazy.
He was always around when I was in the garden, any movement of a plant was enough to make him playful. He rolled at the slightest of touches, ready to play. Very sweet cat, someone must have lost or abandoned him as a kitten and the name "Baby" stuck.
When he wanted to go out, he performed a dance at the kitchen door. He used to jump up, grab the door handle, twirl and land on his front paws. He repeated this dance till he was let out. He was arguably the happiest cat I have seen.
It was this happy energy that killed him I think. He was in the habit of rushing around and he must have not seen the vehicle that killed him. After holding him for a few hours, I buried him at midnight in the back yard."
Many thanks to Edith J. Bruner for her kind sponsorship of Baby's memorial.
Baby, also known as Apollo, was the cat of my brother in law. Of this sweet and joyous cat, my brother in law wrote:
"On Thursday night at around 9:00 P.M. a neighbor knocked on my door. I knew something was wrong seeing her expression. Maureen and her daughter were at the door and cautioned me that a cat was dead on the street across from my house and in front of her house. I rushed out to take a look.
It was battered and bloody but I could recognize the teeth and tail. It was my cat I had named "Baby" at home and as Apollo at the vet. He was less that 2 years old.
He showed up at my garage a year and a half ago. He hung around for a few days in a row and kept looking at me through the window. Initially I did not feed him, thinking he was owned by someone. Finally I gave in and fed him. He was in the yard for almost a month before I let him into the house.
He was a very affectionate, playful and friendly cat and the first male lap cat I have had. He always slept at my feet. My 92 year old neighbor loved to see him in her yard as he was very playful. He kept running in the yard back and forth and it seemed to delight her.
When I initially got him, he loved to attack my feet at the smallest of motions. He never got into a fight with any of the other cats. He got the utmost pleasure when the bed was being made. All the motion of the sheets drove him crazy.
He was always around when I was in the garden, any movement of a plant was enough to make him playful. He rolled at the slightest of touches, ready to play. Very sweet cat, someone must have lost or abandoned him as a kitten and the name "Baby" stuck.
When he wanted to go out, he performed a dance at the kitchen door. He used to jump up, grab the door handle, twirl and land on his front paws. He repeated this dance till he was let out. He was arguably the happiest cat I have seen.
It was this happy energy that killed him I think. He was in the habit of rushing around and he must have not seen the vehicle that killed him. After holding him for a few hours, I buried him at midnight in the back yard."
Many thanks to Edith J. Bruner for her kind sponsorship of Baby's memorial.
"On Thursday night at around 9:00 P.M. a neighbor knocked on my door. I knew something was wrong seeing her expression. Maureen and her daughter were at the door and cautioned me that a cat was dead on the street across from my house and in front of her house. I rushed out to take a look.
It was battered and bloody but I could recognize the teeth and tail. It was my cat I had named "Baby" at home and as Apollo at the vet. He was less that 2 years old.
He showed up at my garage a year and a half ago. He hung around for a few days in a row and kept looking at me through the window. Initially I did not feed him, thinking he was owned by someone. Finally I gave in and fed him. He was in the yard for almost a month before I let him into the house.
He was a very affectionate, playful and friendly cat and the first male lap cat I have had. He always slept at my feet. My 92 year old neighbor loved to see him in her yard as he was very playful. He kept running in the yard back and forth and it seemed to delight her.
When I initially got him, he loved to attack my feet at the smallest of motions. He never got into a fight with any of the other cats. He got the utmost pleasure when the bed was being made. All the motion of the sheets drove him crazy.
He was always around when I was in the garden, any movement of a plant was enough to make him playful. He rolled at the slightest of touches, ready to play. Very sweet cat, someone must have lost or abandoned him as a kitten and the name "Baby" stuck.
When he wanted to go out, he performed a dance at the kitchen door. He used to jump up, grab the door handle, twirl and land on his front paws. He repeated this dance till he was let out. He was arguably the happiest cat I have seen.
It was this happy energy that killed him I think. He was in the habit of rushing around and he must have not seen the vehicle that killed him. After holding him for a few hours, I buried him at midnight in the back yard."
Many thanks to Edith J. Bruner for her kind sponsorship of Baby's memorial.
