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Previously on "Rest in Peace, Brewster-Roustabout"

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  • suityou01
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    2 moggies left (and counting). Eldest moggie is of a similar mindset to B-R by the sounds of it. Her name is Ebony, but the kids call her The Raah Cat, as she goes Raaaaaaaaah.

    She also answers to Satan, The Evil one, Hoards of hell etc etc. When people come round they are warned to not even look at her for fear of her turning them to stone with her gaze.

    I saw an ad in the paper and went round to see this little kitten, called Marie (since renamed to Ebony as Marie is too nice a name for the evil little tulip). This cat was kept in a cage in their garage (it was a freezing January). I'd already said I didn't want the cat as she was an evil little tulip, but when I found out where they kept her I "changed my mind". They were arguing the toss as I said I didn't want her, so I just said "I am taking the cat as you are keeping her in poor conditions, and if you want to take it up with the police I'd be happy to speak to them".

    I took the evil ball of claws home. Since then she has grown to be something quite horrible, and shuns affection. However, strangely she likes me. Will come for cuddles on her terms.

    It's cos I is the one that sprung her from the joint. Respek innit.

    She got very sick recently, and the vet bills were astronomical. She's 15 so if it was a car, it've been scrapped. But it's not a car. It's The Raaah Cat.

    Thing is, I reckon she'll be around for a bit as I reckon death would be too scared to collect.

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  • Pogle
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    Moggie heaven will be experiencing some serious curtain shredding I expect !

    Our surviving Piggie (currently known as Piggy last remaining) is now looking a bit peeky and I worked out that he was 7 last Jan, so I feel his furry little days are numbered

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  • DaveB
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    Originally posted by norrahe View Post


    RIP, let's hope they let her in to Moggy heaven.
    They daren't do otherwise.

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  • norrahe
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    RIP, let's hope they let her in to Moggy heaven.

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  • mudskipper
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    Watch out God, Brewster-Roustabout's on her way.

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  • Bunk
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    Originally posted by EternalOptimist View Post
    I see her hiding there

    RIP Brewster-Roustabout.

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  • MicrosoftBob
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    It's never easy, my oldest is fifteen and having spent most of her years sleeping outside I'm surprised she's got this far

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  • Pondlife
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    I've enjoyed hearing about her antics over the years.

    Sounded a right feisty bugger.

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  • Dactylion
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    This makes me sad.

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  • Zippy
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    RIP Brewster-Roustabout. Another addition to the CUKMog Roll of Honour.

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  • administrator
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    I remember your posts about poor old Brewster's innards. Sounds like she was one hell of a moggie. May she rest in peace

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  • AtW
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    RIP
    Last edited by AtW; 5 March 2014, 23:29.

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  • EternalOptimist
    started a topic Rest in Peace, Brewster-Roustabout

    Rest in Peace, Brewster-Roustabout

    I am not a cat lover. never have been and never will be

    but sometimes things touch your life, the memories are there and will linger.

    Mrs EO IS a cat lover. She had cats when we met, and when one died, she decided to get another.
    She talked excitedly about the new pet sanctuary that had opened locally and she trawled the web.
    Then she found the perfect candidate. A male ginger kitten.

    I drove her over to pick it up and she started to talk about names. 'Go on - you have a wild imagination, think of an outrageous name for a cat' .ok. He has to protect the females, he has to be hard. he needs a name with cachet, he needs a posh name as well. Brewster-Roustabout. The only cat in the North West with a double barreled name.

    When we got there , he had gone. Some other cat lover had got there first, despite the missus 'booking him'. 'We have this ginger female. but she's a bit, er.. fierce'
    They were dying to get rid of this ginger female. They were clearly terrified of her. She was a kitten, but blooming heck, she was half mountain lion

    So thats how Brewster came into our life.

    We had just got back from our first trip through the outback. The missus put a picture of the opera house and Sydney harbour bridge, taken from Mrs McQuaries chair, framed through some trees, on her PC as the background.
    One day when she was at work, I photo shopped the kittens head into the photo. A few days later, the missus says to me - 'I keep seeing that cat everywhere, Im going mad'. She nearly bursted me when I told her. Subliminal Brewster Roustabout.

    Pretty soon, it was time for her jabs. But there was a problem. The vets refused to treat her. The missus went down and Bresters file had a big red 'X' on the front. Handle with care - better still, dont handle at all. The assistants showed the missus the scratch and bite marks, they were all scared of this fearsome moggie.

    As she got older, Brewster got very big. A few pounds of muscle, spitting sharp fury. Then she got medical problems. Her insides fell out of her bum, like a tennis ball leaving dabs of blood everywhere she sat. The cat surgeon stuffed it all back up and put a few stitches in. Next day she was back chasing dogs down the street.

    Yesterday, she was in for a check up and the vet rang. It was inevitable. heart failure

    RIP Brewster

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