Saturday, February 27, 2010
Gabe, pictured here, was my lovely purebred American Shorthair. Although "retired" by the time he lived with me, he had been a show cat and had earned Grand Championships both as a "whole cat" and as a neuter.
Gabe, also known by a multitude of nicknames such as "The Fat White Hope", was wonderfully affectionate. He loved to be picked up and held, and usually met me at the door when I got home. He was a big cat, making for a very satisfying armful. His size also made him fun to "thump" - he loved this - and he also enjoyed an occasional wrassle.
A people cat, yes. A cat cat, not so much. With other cats, Gabe was a scrapper and a bully. With very little notice, he would decide that some other cat's hash needed settling and immediately set about getting that accomplished. This moved from being a nuisance to my sister (then his owner) to a real problem when they acquired a fourth cat, a Maine Coon of tremendous size but retiring temperament. Gabe decided immediately that the new family member was Satan Cat, and his subsequent actions led to his exile to the nicely finished basement.
Not long after that, I finished graduate school and joined Gabe in my sister's basement while I sought professional employment. (I should probably stress that this move, unlike Gabe's, was not only voluntary but very welcome.) When I moved to Kansas City, Gabe came with me, an arrangement that pleased all of us. (You may be assured it pleased the Maine Coon!)
Gabe had fabulously scrunchable fur and a tail so strong it seemed to have a whole other cat in there, as a friend once said. Surprisingly, he had an angelic little voice: Gabe was short for Gabriel, an angel mentioned in the Bible.
Although I've missed him since his passing at a ripe age a number of years ago, I remember him not with grief but with love, and also with many chuckles for his unique and wonderful personality.
Posted by Bob Pedersen at 7:37 PM