July 4, 2000 – June 19, 2018 Always packed up and ready to go on a new adventure…
Deepest thanks and appreciation to MarQueen Veterinary Clinic for so lovingly and respectfully guiding STREAK on her final journey.
STREAK was a wanderer and traveler even as a kitten. She came into Myk and Roberta Powell’s life on the island of Guam at only one-month-old.
During a heavy rainstorm, Roberta watched STREAK’s mom moving her kittens from the backyard to the front yard. Roberta wanted to help, but STREAK’s mom seemed to be doing all right on her own.
Then suddenly, one of the kittens ran away and hid in the money tree (large jade plant) in front of the house. Roberta rushed out to help and hacked down the money tree to free the kitten (damaging a money tree is considered EXTREMELY BAD LUCK on Guam). Roberta only succeeded in making the kitten run like lightning under the car and into the engine compartment, where she stayed for 3 days!
Even mama kitty gave up on luring her out! After opening a “stinky” can of cat food and providing a dish of water, the kitten popped her head out and allowed Myk and Roberta to take her inside.
Because of the orange lightning bolt marking on her face and the speed she could run, she was aptly named STREAK. She has been with Roberta and Myk her entire life – almost 18 years!
Streak was a tough little kitty… She survived a Category 5 typhoon on Guam and a 7.2 earthquake in Paso Robles which completely destroyed our family’s home.
STREAK was quite the traveler – flying 7,000 miles across the Pacific from Guam to Los Angeles (in first class, while Roberta sat in the last row of coach!). Then traveling by car from Los Angeles to Paso Robles, on to San Jose and finally to Sacramento as her “parents” jobs took them on several moves.
She loved her orange cat stroller from her Auntie Gale, and took “walks” around the neighborhood. STREAK also walked in her purple harness and continued her “wanderings” her whole life.
We miss her every day as she has left a huge hole in our hearts. Thank you for caring about STREAK.
Myk and Roberta Powell
2006 ~ 2017
We are sad to report that our sweet Orlando has journeyed to Rainbow Bridge. We wanted his many friends to know. Here is a message from Orlando’s loving mom, Vicki:
“Orlando was just a sweet, gentle old man who had the most amazing smirk. He never asked for much, a warm bed, head scratches/butt scratches and some yummy food. I’m very grateful that he was in my life the last two years.
I would tell anyone that adopting a senior pet is the most amazing thing you can do for yourself and that senior.”
Rest in Peace Orlando ~ we will miss you.
Cindy and Ed and the volunteers at Fat Kitty City
It’s with a heavy heart that we share with you the sudden passing of our beloved cat Harvest. She had a stroke and peacefully passed, purring until the end three days later. Ten years ago she came to us from Agee (Fat Kitty City) as a miniature cat with an amazing personality, everyone who met her fell in love with her, so gentle and inquisitive. I want to thank you for all the work you do helping animals and we are blessed to have had Harvest join our lives.
Sincerely, Janelle and Phil
~ In Loving Memory of Princess Zoey ~
Rest in Peace Zoey
02/18/2011 – 11/16/2016
Princess Zoey, If I fits I sits.
She picked us and made it very obvious that we were her persons. She chased away all the other cats at Fat Kitty City until we agreed. Even when I
walked away to find a Calico cat to replace Pammy, Zoey clearly said, “Uh-uh, you need me!” She was so right. Zoey gave so much love even though she didn’t appreciate when she had to move in and share her world with other cats. But she let them know she was Princess Zoey, the cherished one.
She had a fondness for feet. If she wasn’t getting enough attention she’d find exposed toes and bite them. When we took off our shoes it was nirvana. She had to stick her head inside and roll around. Flip flops were also great for sniffing!
Zoey loved people. She was so friendly to everyone she met. So quick to give her love and greet everyone who came to our door or entered the house. Her heart had so much love and that’s what must have caused it to fail her at such a young age. Even if you were not a cat person, she made sure you loved her. The world has lost another loving creature and we have lost a wonderful, loving companion.
Stompity-Stomp was her trademark walk, so much noise from 9.6 pounds of fur. She knew she could get away with anything. Even though Mama set the rules, she just ran to Papa when she got scolded. Her favorite spot was snuggled on a shoulder (always the left), close enough to put her nose in your ear. Even better if the ear had dangling earrings! What a better place to sleep at night, snuggled in a black furry ball on Papa’s chest, or curled up under his arm, face resting on his shoulder.
Her motto, “If I fits, I sits”. Any sized box was fair game and was typically claimed as a new nest in 30 seconds or less. Her other throne, a high perch on the book case above everything. A location she only shared with My Minion.
Now, the sound of her footfalls is gone, the snuggles and purring forever silenced. She’s gone to a very special place
where she waits with all the others for us to join her in Heaven for eternity. Godspeed my little one. Your time was so short here on Earth but dearest Zoey know you’ll be loved in our hearts and never forgotten.
A donation was made in loving memory of Kalyani Abeysekera, 1946-2016.
July 1, 2000 – May 13, 2016
Today was Mr. Moses’ last day on this Earth. He was just two months shy of being 17 years old, the oldest cat I’ve ever had. Mr. Moses was a tiny ball of grey fur at Snowline Hospice, waiting to be picked up by someone who didn’t arrive. I held the fluffy gray ball of fur, I touched him, therefore he was mine.
Mr. Moses was shy but mellow, when he wanted pets, he came to get them. His bond with the later arriving Chairman Mao was one-sided. Chairman Mao was Mr. Moses’ shadow, he tolerated the Chairman. Mr. Moses was quiet, a little bundle of gray fur, who often left that gray fur mark everywhere he slept. My other regret is not bonding better with him, though he was affectionate when it was on his terms.
He had the symptoms of a stroke, which is rare, but similar to Feline Vestibular Disease. He was howling, and rolling around. Luckily I was there when it happened and he was taken to the veterinarian only minutes away. He was sedated and the panting and spasms stopped right away. Based on his age and weight loss, I knew today would be another one way trip. That special decision is always difficult and today’s was no different.
There will always be a special spot in my heart for my little man, may his lifetime remain in my memory forever. Godspeed my friend. Your time on this earth was short, but you can be sure that your memory will be with me forever. The animals who we love are part of our lives and their passing causes us true pain and loss. I’ll grieve for you, I know you’ll sleep well forever, you are at peace.
Dancing ribbons pushed by time
float through an old kitten’s dreams
She chases them into eternity
as they change into angel’s wings.
Today my heart is breaking. My sweet, little Amber crossed the Rainbow Bridge after suffering from kidney failure. I got very attached to Amber at Fat Kitty City. Soon I knew I wanted to adopt her. I knew she might not have a long life with me, but she would have the best life. I wanted her to know she had a home of her own, that she had a person to love her unconditionally, and that I would be there with her when she took her last breath. I was so lucky to have her in my life. Every night I was thankful that I had another day with her. Such sweet memories I have to cherish of the time we had together. Amber took a big piece of my heart and she will always be there with me. I will always love you and remember you, my little red haired girl. —Phyllis
A donation was made in memory of Joseph DeSanti, by Marilyn & Kenneth Files to Fat Kitty City.
June 22, 2015
I lost my wonderful henri to cancer today. This is for her and for pat derby, rosemary and janice – and for everyone who’s lost someone to cancer.
Today was the day everyone knows is coming but we’re never ready when it gets here. I call on the Great Spirit, I ask you to receive my beloved Pumpkin and Domino. Bring them safely to the Rainbow Bridge, a place where I will see them all again. Help me to understand. Allow fond memories to fill the aching and empty space they have left behind. I’ve sent them into another realm without pain and without reservation. As the sun rises help me to remember that each ending is another beginning.
My tears drop to the earth cleansing my pain, releasing my sorrow. The circle of life ever changing ever present. Help me to be centered in faith and grounded as I travel through life from this time forward, Godspeed my little girls.
Animals who we love are part of our lives and their passing causes us true pain and loss. I say thanks for the time with these two elegant, wonderful creatures that graced my life and touched me in immeasurable ways.
Domino, my little tuxedo, a tiny waif of a feline, with an impressive voice who demanded freshly grilled BBQ chicken to fill her tummy. The morning yowling wake-up just before the alarm went off. The warm little body pushed up against me during the night. Sometimes it’s easy to forget these things she did for over 16 years. So many things, so many memories. Sharing my desktop, laying between my arms when I used the computer keyboard. A devoted creature that followed me everywhere. Despite being a tiny thing, she was the boss of the house and no one gave her any trouble. Tiny little furball.
Pumpkin, was picked out of a barrel at the local feed store. A tiny bundle of red cat. The most affectionate and loving feline. She was so tolerant of all the other cats and had her own special places. One of those was on the pillow next to me at night, where she could reach out and touch my head for reassurance. Even when she was radioactive after a visit to UC Davis for hyperthyroid issues. She meowed for the entire 90 minute trip, in each direction, every one who met her said she was so sweet. She had a bump on her nose, I was always worried about it. Turns out she just had a Roman nose. So many memories during her 16 years. I look back and wonder where are all those pictures I took of her?
Together they made the journey to the Rainbow Bridge.
In loving memory of our Huey, who was our sweet, fun and gentle companion for 18 years. Huey, we know you are playing and basking in the sun with your buddy Ozzie until we meet again. We will be so happy to cuddle and pet your impossibly soft fur and feel you lick our noses then!
A generous gift was made in memory of Marisa Gibson to Fat Kitty City on behalf of Judy & Cleophus Mobley, Mary Jane & Don Jobe to help further our work.
Maggie White made a donation in memory of Thomas.
In Memory of Destiny
Destiny came to Fat Kitty City completely emaciated and with a back injury making her back legs not function correctly. I was just supposed to bring her home to help her recover. Three days after I brought her home she climbed up on me and wrapped her little paw around my neck. I knew right then that she was mine. That was over four years ago. She recovered very nicely, except for her legs, and turned into a fat, happy and sassy little girl. She had a rough little life, she had to have all of her teeth pulled, but that didn’t stop Destiny. She gained weight once her mouth was no longer in pain. On several occasions I watched as she picked up a piece of dry food, dipped it in the water fountain and fished it out with her paw to eat.
Destiny could often be seen looking at herself in the mirror, as if to say, “Look at how beautiful I turned out to be!” And beautiful she was! The night I lost my precious Destiny to heart failure I felt as though I had lost a child. She was only 5 or 6 years old, I never really knew her true age, but I had over four wonderful years with her and she will live on in my heart and my memories forever. Not a day goes by that a tear doesn’t fall for you baby doll. Mommy loves you.
In Memory of
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together
I held the infant Diesel in my arms back in 1997. She laid on her back and looked at me with those eyes. How could I say no? What I did wonder was, what was wrong with her ears? Turned out that was ring worm. She spent the next 6 weeks of her kittenhood in a cage. She got daily baths, infected hair shafts plucked with tweezers. Perhaps that’s why we shared a very tight bond. We had that bond for 16.2 years. Until Monday January 27, 2014.
As we sat there together Sunday night and looked at each other I thought about her life. She was always so full of energy and enjoyed so much of what life and what I had to offer her. She purred when I petted her, she stood on the desk during the day and laid on the keyboard.
I had come to the point that my duty as Diesel’s guardian was to protect her from all hurts and discomforts, from all distress and suffering. I know she wanted nothing more than to have the sick feelings go away. She couldn’t make this happen on her own. She trusted me and I now had to protect her from the hurts of her illness, knowing that no medicine, no treatment, no medical technique, and not even my love for her could stop the hurts any more.
When she was the tiniest little kitten, I’d promised Diesel and all my pets, that I wouldn’t let anything hurt them, that I would be their protector to the very end of their life. Now, over 16 years later, in what was by far her greatest time of need, I was not going to let her down. To protect Diesel, I would have to bring our 16-year companionship to a permanent end and say goodbye as I ordered the ultimate protection and the ultimate comfort.
She fell peacefully asleep, never to awaken. I miss her. I had done what she depended on me to do, what I had vowed to do, at her time of greatest need. I like to think that she is grateful for the choice I’d made.
Godspeed my little girl, wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge. Say hello to those who have come before you and wait with you until it’s my turn to meet you again. Goodbye forever my beloved little girl Diesel.
January 27, 2014
IN LOVING MEMORY of BAILEY
We lost our beautiful Bailey, 13 years old, to an unexpected heart attack Saturday night at our home. She had worked beside us at the Fat Kitty City fund raiser Garage Sale all day greeting folks, and loved every minute of it. Bailey is the beloved dog of Robin King (Nancy Bradley’s daughter,) Nancy Bradley Reppert and Robert Reppert. She will be greatly missed as our hearts break today, and she will remain in our hearts forever.
THANK YOU BAILEY for all your help supporting FAT KITTY CITY.
Thank you for all of the love and compassion you both showed Sadie and to us. I love the picture frame and can hardly wait to put her picture in it.
Larry & Janet made a donation of $100 in memory of Sadie.
My kitty Jake, I miss you and love you forever.
Abbie was a rescue; we adopted her on Oct 15, 2002; she was 6 months old. Our sweet girl was diagnosed with lymphoma cancer of the intestine on March 13, 2013 – a very sad day indeed!! Abbie went up to her cloud in Heaven on March 18. I am sure Abbie has laid piles sticks at the feet of the Heavenly Angels; Abbie was quit the hunter of sticks, just one of her unique, special quirks.
Smokey was also a rescue; we adopted him on January 16, 2005; he was 9 months old. Our sunshine boy was diagnosed with a scarma tumor in his right shoulder on May 9, 2012 – another very sad day for us! Smokey went up to the cloud to join
Abbie on July 16. Smokey adored Abbie; he followed her everywhere, bathed, ate and slept with her. Until his passing, Smokey cried for Abbie to come home, almost every night, at the slider door that leads to our backyard. I can imagine his joy and happiness when he saw Abbie again!! Smokey was our happy, sunshine boy – he loved life and loved to run! He would run all through the house, up and down the cat tree, all around the yard and in and out of the cat door! I am sure Smokey has ran laps around and around Heaven with the Angels.
Abbie and Smokey brought us such joy, laughter and comfort every single day!! My husband and I loved them and miss them so much. We feel so blessed to have shared our lives with them.
My husband’s sister took pictures of Abbie and Smokey and merged them into a picture of a cloud she had taken. She added the rays with filters. The picture of Abbie and Smokey, together again, brings us such comfort!
Rest in peace, dear Abbie and Smokey, until we meet again.
Mom and Dad – Margaret and Dave Claessen
Margaret & Dave made a donation of $200 in loving memory of Abbie and Smokey.