A Tail of a Wonderful Black Cat. Bobo: The Tribute. (Part 1)

Today marks the 5 months anniversary of Bobo crossing the rainbow bridge and him being in kitty heaven. As promised i already finished up this tribute post of Bobo. It took me 5 months for finally finalising this and adding what i need to and posting it (even though i started writing this before his “trip” to heaven; the time i was preparing and bracing myself that he will leave me)

This is just to remind me and my family of Bobo; the special cat that he is. He brought so much joy. He’s the apple of my heart. i hope that all of you would be able to accept the departure of beloved furry babies.

My Bobo:

He is my cute adorable black cat. He has been with me for 9 lovely years. I loved him sooo much and i always will. My sayang, my baby. Bobo is a gentle cat. He is quiet. He doesn’t meow much; only when he wants food (desperately). Bobo doesn’t really likes to fight unless he needs to protect himself, or any of our cats that he has bonded with (my furry heroes).

All in all, he is a loveable cat. I just love cuddling him. He loves to be cuddled. Though he is not a looker like the other pure breed cats or pedigree cats, but to me he is my darling, my sayang, the apple of my eye.

I remember daddy will endless-ly tease and jokingly says that, “you are an ugly cat aren’t you?” while carrying Bobo and cuddling him. Daddy will also joking-ly say “you are ugly.. you have a face only a mother can love” hahaha.... Daddy!!!

The point i’m getting is that he is just a plain cat, and i LOVE him. The whole family loves him. He need not be a super breed cat for me to love. He’s just perfect the way he is.

How he came:

Cats have been so much a part of my family’s life. I’ve been having pet cats since I was a kid. It does seem so unnatural not to have cats in our lives.

One fine day, more like one fine morning in 2001, it was a cold misty morning and at that time i was 17 years old. As i was getting ready to go to school... i heard a kitten meowing. We were curious where the sound came from. We tried to look from where the meow-ing sound came from but failed.

After a while later, when i opened the door and there he was, running towards me. He looks sooo cute!

To cut the story short, we ended up adopting him soon after. (u know the normal drill where we will feed cats out of pity and care and eventually we end up caring for them for good)

9 lives:

U know when they say cats have 9 lives.. i believed it sooo much. Looking back, he has survived soo much.

3 major incidents:

• Broke His Back –some idiot must have run over him.. it was amazing he could crawled and make his way to our drain and stayed there all quiet till my mummy came looking for him in the morning to feed him. He broke his back. It was “touch and go”, the doctor claimed. But God was ever so kind and merciful, he still let Bobo live. And he had a miraculous recovery. Daddy brought him back in a black cage. I was the nurse on duty to dispense meds and did the back bone exercise for him.

• Long Cuts on His Body. – he was missing almost a day only to be found sitting quietly (again.. man! he really IS a patient kitty cat, but we don’t know the hurt he has inside) among the boxes. When i found him, he had 3 long clear cuts on his body and he was bleeding. Doctor claimed it may have been from a glass cut. He had stitches and one cuts the stitches snapped. He had to be re-stitched. I had to repeatedly put antiseptic cream over his stitches.

• Pesticide Poisoning - he was fine the whole day until at dusk, we heard noises of something fallen down on the floor few times. i was curious and found him lying on the floor with a metal piece on top of him... i thought that metal piece had landed on him. As i was approaching him, i saw he was salivating a lot and lost his muscle movement and he was jerking uncontrollably and passed motion a lot. i went nuts

I was crying trying to figure out what happed to him. Thank God daddy turned around (he had left the house to go out). Daddy called up the veterinarian (he is my best friend’s dad) and ask him to open up the clinic for us (it was after business hours). Doctor told us it was not the metal landed on Bobo that makes him jerking and salivating, it was pesticide poisoning (all symptoms fit) and he gave 3 antidote jabs, each one after 20-40mins gap. Daddy and myself waited and i was relieved to see him getting better by the jabs given.

He must have gotten the pesticide in his system when he was roaming in the grass field of our neighbours and must have licked his paws that had some pesticide on it.

I was stunned to see Bobo acted like a different cat; like he had an alter ego. He was very aggressive and growling. Doctor said it is because of the pesticide poisoning effects, he was in pain. He gave one extra syringe for me to administer it at home, just in case. That night he had milk and the most expensive fish a cat could have (because that was the only fish we had in the freezer :P) to boost up his appetite.

I was devastated during this 3 major incident. For the fear i wouldn’t be able to see him again. Not forgetting when the times he was sick. Bobo was a fighter!