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| Ozzie May 24, 1998 - May 8, 2015 |
Ozzie's gone - the spirit was very willing but that tough little fluffy
noisy bod had just had enough. We sure miss him tons already.
Cat of many names: Oz, Ozzifer, Ozzychuck (when we lived in Winnipeg), Ozmatoz, Tiger, Pumpkin, and unabashedly determined Bottomless-Love-Bucket.
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| May 2011. |
Just last fall, when the geek hosted a party of about forty other geeks
in town for a conference, Harriet was AWOL upstairs, but Oz was working
the room, extracting pats with motor on full volume. Nothing aloof about my Pumpkin.
He was challenging to photograph, because he was usually moving. Usually moving toward you if you crouched down with a camera pointed at him.
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| July 2000. Classic: Oz eyes me while H eyes his chow dish. "You done with that?" |
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| September 2008. |
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| May 2011 |
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| February 2009 |
Oz was an amazing athlete. When I went to pick them both up from the pet food store where the
Humane Society put cats for adoption, he bolted as soon as they opened
the cage. The store clerk and I spent about 20 minutes chasing him around amongst the shelves of big chow bags. No one could jump higher or twist more elegantly mid-air when chasing the bungee-bird. And he became a ratter extraordinaire, sometimes depositing corpses longer than he was from whiskers to tail...right where someone (most memorably Mum, during a visit a couple of years ago) was going to step on them unawares in the middle of the night.
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| June 2003. Love to eat them ratties... |
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| September 2013. Sorry, but you gotta admire the skill and style. |
Cleansing action shots:
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| February 2009 |
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| June 2012 |
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| November 2008 |
Oz liked to explore and find hidey holes. When we moved house in December 2002, he went missing for a few days. I put posters everywhere, met all the neighbours ("have you seen a fluffy tuxedo in your yard?"), and spent hours and hours wandering around calling. Tragic. At 2am Christmas morning, I was woken by a signature yowl on the front step - there was Oz, wet and tired and very hungry. I feel certain he had gotten trapped in someone's garage while he was checking out his new turf. That did seem to rein him in a little. Nevertheless, a few years later, here at the Chateau, he did not show up for dinner one night. I went out looking, and just by fluke heard another signature yell (
vide infra) coming from inside the basement door of the hospital next door. I guess some workmen had left the door open that afternoon for a while, and himself had gone in to check it out. It took a long time to find the night supervisor with a key.
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| May 2013 |
The boy had a set of pipes, and a vocabulary that was operatic in range, a true coloratura.
I used to imagine Ozzie's brain as a sparkly jumble of shiny wires, that were occasionally touching each other and shorting out with a little "zzt - zzt" (imagine John Lithgow in Buckaroo Bonzai, touching his tongue to the live electrode). And this was long before the vet surmised that he probably had some little neural tumours that started to affect his motor control, giving him a charming twitch.
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| March 2003 |
He was very handsome pretty. People had trouble believing he was a boy. And with all that fur, who could tell? We just had the vet's word to go on. Except for the way he strutted after chasing off feline intruders or the occasional unfortunate dog who invaded his space.
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| July 2000. |
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| June 2009. |
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| July 2008. |
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| May 2013. |
Oz liked to help in the garden, especially when he felt the gardener
needed to be reminded that it was supper time. While he was definitely
the beta cat in the family, Harriet relied on him to the very end to get
this message across.
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| June 2012. |
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| February 2009. |
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| August 2013. |
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| April 2011. |
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| August 2012. |
Ah, we're all going to miss hanging out with Oz.
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| January 2013. |
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| January 2010. |
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| February 2010. |
What a lovely boy.
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| March 2004 |
If anyone has any other Oz stories or reminiscences, please hit me in the Comments!
9 comments:
And don't forget Oxford, my early name for him. He just seemed like an Oxford Don, with that great black and white ruff. So sorry to hear this sad news. RIP excellent boy.
LG
We were so sorry to hear this. Ozzie gave us a lot of happiness when we spent a week "cat-sitting"in your house. We felt incredibly honoured when he deposited his catch of the day. We'll send you a picture by email. All the best.
Rogerio & Sarah
Oh, Lisa. I'm so sorry.
MJ
He was a beauty. Glad we got to see him this week xxoo
From Mum:
"This is a wonderful memorial and Daniel's opening portrait of Oz is superb. Oz was such a handsome boy - and a killer. Sounds like something out of a movie. 17 years is a good cat life but it would have been so nice to have had a few more. Amom"
We are so sorry, Lisa, to hear of Ozzie's passing. We were always happy to catch a glimpse of him when we came over and will always remember him as one of the gracious nonhuman hosts for our haldi ceremony, We know what a beautiful life you gave him and what a beautiful relationship you had. We are sure, he knew it as well. The tribute and photo are very moving. We will miss his presence. xoxo M&R
What a character he was! I had the honour of knowing Oz only slightly, and only after his was well into his whatever-comes-after-twilight. His spirit, lungs and wobble will all be remembered, as well as his determination to find one more treat.
What a beautiful tribute- you really paint a vivid picture of him. Your love and care for him also shines through. On our kitty-feeding errands. Ozzie was always willing to let Claire pet him, to her great delight. You gave him a great life and have beautiful pictures of him - thanks for sharing. Cathy & Claire
I know the chateau and residents will miss handsome Oz very much. When he chatted with me in January, he was more dignity and voice than fluff, but all gentleman. Thank you for sharing him with us, and I wish we could help you with the hurt of missing him now. xxme
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