Friday, February 02, 2007

Fatzah, My Mini Katze*

I got the dreaded email from my Old Man in Palmer yesterday.

Him and Mom had to take my old cat, Fatzah, to "The Big Red Barn."

The Big Red Barn is a vet clinic across from the Alaska State Fairgrounds. It's shape like well, a big red barn. Those four words have been ominous ones for any cat living at my old home. When a cat visits The Big Red Barn, it is usually because they're ill and need to be put down.

This time it was Fatzah's turn.


Fatzah



As you can tell from my glasses in this picture (sorry, all my good pics of Fatzah are packed!) Fatazh was pretty old.

She was born the spring of 1996. I remember coming home from work one day to see a sweet little black kitty nestled on my Youngest Younger Sister's shoulder.

The Old Man and the rest of the non-joe-job working gang had picked her up from Walmart where the Big Lake animal shelter was holding a cat-giveaway. About a month after we brought her home, the shelter she was at burned to the ground leaving many already homeless animals homeless again.

She was a good little kitty and even though I only lived with her for about four years (and basically only in the summers when I was home from college) she was my sweet little kitty.

She enjoyed lounging on my magic afghan (that pink and blue acrylic afghan I'm sure you've seen me use as a backdrop for some of my finished objects). It was dubbed a magic afghan because of it's ability to attract cats to snuggle on it. It still works like a charm to this day with my own cats.

I enjoyed finding her lick spot--you know that one particular spot on certain cats that you can scratch and as a reflex they start licking themselves--and grabbing her little tongue when she'd start licking herself. Yeah that sounds a little weird, but I was gentle and never yanked her tongue out.

On the first day of my required moronic college speech class we had to go around the room and tell the class who our hero was. Everyone picked their mom, dad, grandpa, or someone as equally sappy and expected. However I stated that Fatzah was my hero. I mean c'mon, the ability to give unconditional love, take a nap anywhere and the flexibility to lick your own butt and not care that you're licking your own butt! How can you NOT admire that? Needless to say that speech teacher didn't care much for me.

Fatzah also helped me from a distance too. When I married Dr. Mad Scientist, even though he grew up with cats, he never made them talk. (Yeah you know who you are--you change your voice and have conversations with your furry four legged companions!) I introduced Dr. Mad Scientist to this practice and he dubbed my cat voice "the Fatzah voice." Even if I am having a conversation with Squeaky or Springs, the voice I use to have them reply back to me is in essence "the Fatzah voice." Fatzah helped indoctrinate Dr. Mad Scientist into understanding the weirdo he married a little more.

The same principle goes for any black cat we see--it is always a "Fatzah cat."

She was more my Youngest Younger Brother's cat since she lived to be nearly 11 and I left home for good at the very end of 1999 after I got married and he's 10 years younger than me. I still However, I'll still miss her meowing on the phone when I would call and my Youngest Younger Sister would be home. She was always the one who could get Fatzah to meow over the phone for me.

Farewell my little black cat!

*"Katze" (caht-zuh) is the German word for cat. The Old Man was an Air Force brat and graduated from high school over in Germany. As a result, much of our family vocabulary is peppered with random German words. Fatzah rhymes with the word katze.

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Blogger Inky said...

aww, you are both so cute in that picture!! thanks for sharing about Fatzah, and I'll be thinking of her today.

11:06 AM  
Blogger weezalana said...

I'm so sorry about Fatzah's passing. She sounds like she was a good kitty, and a m uch loved one. {{{HUGS}}}

11:18 AM  
Blogger Batty said...

I'm sorry about Fatzah. What a special little furball she was!

11:33 AM  
Blogger Sherry W said...

Oh my goodness, my own furball was born in 1996. How time flies.

Rest in peace little black beauty.

11:57 AM  
Blogger bradyphrenia said...

i'm sorry for your loss. she looks like she was a sweet kitty. i'll be sending good thoughts your way.

12:02 PM  
Anonymous Liz said...

I'm sorry for your loss, Bezzie. What a great tribute to a special kitty. (Um, I have "cat voice" too, only mine is in the duck variety. ;)

12:08 PM  
Blogger Jo said...

I'm so sorry about your kitty :( Incidentally, that is close to our cat's name, too - I have no clue of the real spelling - but we pronounce it "Kay-cha" which is Ukranian for kitty as well.

12:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It was a hard thing to do....but if you could have seen her you would have said it was the right thing to do. We will be sending on her paw print once we get it. Love, Mom

12:47 PM  
Anonymous Kristin said...

So sorry for your loss. I'll give my kitties an extra hug for Fatzah (brilliant name btw).

1:05 PM  
Blogger Sherry W said...

Hey Bezzie, off topic, I'll *donate* some of those DPN holder to KAYE. Just let me know what you want!

(I'll be joining KAYE next week, or is that TMI?)

1:40 PM  
Blogger Janna said...

I'm so sorry -- and a little scared, since Simon is 12. I never think of him as old.... It sounds like Fatzah was a wonderful kitty for your whole family.

1:49 PM  
Blogger cpurl17 said...

I'm so sorry to hear about losing Fatzah. What a special little kitty. You two look so sweet in that photo.

The gangsta kittes and I are sending big {{{hugs}}}

7:50 PM  
Anonymous birdie said...

Ooooh! Fatzah! Not going to lie, I so cried when I got that email. And I was having such a good day too! I'm going to miss her a lot. I'll miss being able to put her furry tail in her face and have her grab it with her front paws and start licking it. OOOhHHH! FATZAH! I'm going to miss the jingle of the five tags that were on her colar. *sigh* At least she lived a good, long life.

8:42 PM  
Blogger T. Budnik said...

I think we all miss Fatzah. Just about a week ago, I had a picture of her as my desktop. Remember when we voted for our favorite cat and Fatzah ended up being the most popular. I'm still bitter that Shpider wasn't, but it was true.

-T.

11:34 PM  
Blogger turtlegirl76 said...

=( Poor Fatzah. She looked like a little sweetie too. I can't believe you were fast enough to grab a cat tongue though. I bow down before thy lightening quick reflexes.

9:06 AM  
Blogger Tactless Wonder said...

I'm sorry about Fatzah as well.

I do the "animal recognition label" thing too....it's a "Rube-cat", a "Jaimie-dog" a "Woody-hamster" etc. Much more descriptive to others who have known the same animals ;).

10:19 AM  
Blogger Penny Karma said...

I gotta go find my lick spot.

4:02 PM  
Blogger Alisha said...

Sorry to hear about Fatzah. I love the photo of you and her.

I maintained that I would not own any more animals after having to put down our one dog (that was the hardest thing I have ever had to do...make that choice) and then a few months later having two cats pass away on us (the one was 20 died in his sleep and his companion of 8 years died a month to the day later) We were so upset. Those buggers get you wrapped around their furry little paws and your screwed.

I got another cat after I swore I wouldn't ~sigh~

They certainly become a part of us and are always there for us and it is tough when they have to go {hugs}

4:56 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

So sorry, Fatzah sounds like one of those "good ones". {{Bez}}

7:00 PM  
Blogger Rain said...

I'm so sorry to hear about Fatzah. She sounds like she was a lovely cat.

8:57 AM  

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