Acquired: Other (stray, given cat by friend etc.),
Rescue / shelter organization
Posted Jun 18, 2015
My cat had been with us since I was a little kid till he left us, at around 12 human years of age. Before that, he was a sweet, somewhat fat, cat. We picked him up from the animal shelter as a stray, we believe him to be a Licorice. We didn't know what exactly he was, a mix of a few breeds. He had a v shape of white on his face, a fluffy white underbelly and white mittens on each paw.
He often got into fights with neighbours' pets and the yowling would get both parties flinging a slipper or splashing some water in their general direction to get them away. He was immensely afraid of new people and dogs, whenever a visitor came by he'd run and hide in the backyard.
Dipsy was a really sweet cat, despite him having liver conditions and only being able to eat medicated food. He'd be up at sunrise, waiting at the kitchen door for us to come and give him his food - other times, he would somehow find his way to our windows and scratch at them for a kitty wake-up call.
He wasn't bothered by us putting small hamsters on his fur, only nuzzling them with his nose before deciding they weren't a threat of any sort. He liked lounging on chairs, often the bamboo ones.
After 12 years passed, he slowly began to weaken as some sort of illness took hold, something like a tumor in his brain. We couldn't do anything about it, yet he would still be the same cat, friendly and cute and always wanting food. When he was on his last legs, he left us - to die somewhere else where we couldn't find him. Despite that, he's still the best pet we've had.