True Name, Nicknames and Alias

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Here is a blog I found in my archives that I hadn't posted....

My true given name: Jasper’s Winston Cup.

The mixture of it all came to being because my biological dad’s name is Jasper and then because my forever mom and dad love NASCAR and at the time it was the Winston Cup Series.

Nickname: Winston

Other Names that I hear to get my attention (alias):

Winston Cup

Butt Head

Fart Blossom (who me? Fart? I really tink it was dad)

Big Foot

Little One

Dumb Ass

Spikey (cuz of my short tail – I tink)

Snowydaze (Snowy)  - facebook, and twitter furrends special name for me.

 

How my humans expect me to remember and respond to all these darn names is beyond me.

They are lucky when I respond to “Winston”, which I usually ignore.

What gets my attention the quickest? Hmmm let me see

#1 Dad laying down and on floor when he gets home from work and its after his dinner. He will yell “Winston, it’s time”. Then I know itz time for belly rubs. The long session.

After belly rub session, I like to rub back and forth in front of dad’s face and spike his nose wit my stubby tail.

My New Life Over the Rainbow Bridge 02/04/2015

My first thoughts as I headed through the clouds.

Was it really my time to go?  I played so hard this morning so mom wouldn't take me to the sleeping vet.  She sat there with tears in her eyes, and said "Winston, I don't know what to do."  "PLEASE, tell me what to do."

All I could do was jump into her lap and purr.  It took me 13 years to learn how to purr.  The first time I did it she was speachless, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was told that the Pixie-Bobs that were closest to there BobCat ancesters normally would not purr. I was only 3 generations off, so I was really close to being a PURE BOB CAT.  I wanted to do the BOB CAT Chirp, never purr.  But that is another story.

Back to going Over the Bridge...  Will I be forgotten?  Mom cried as I went to sleep, and told me that she loved me and would never forget me.  As I looked down I saw mom, at our home, my water mug is still sitting on the coffee table, just as it has for almost 16 years.  Sisfur kitty Hilter, better stay out of my mug.  The kitchen sink is hers.  Not my mug.  ---  Oh, my I have to go back - I forgot my mug.  I forgot my duckie, I need a pillow.  ---  head down.

Who is going to update furrends with my Facebook, my Twitter, and the Blog that I have not written on in almost 5 years?  Will they remember me?  Will they forget me?  Was I a good furrend?  I wasn't a very good communicator in the end, I am so sorry my dear furrends.  I thought of you all the time.  It is funny how life gets in the way of good crazy cat fun.

Mom is constantly talking to me.  Can she hear me? I am talking back.  Mew, Mew, Mew....  Please let me come back.

O.K.  I made it though the clouds.  Now I see that Rainbow Bridge everyone always talks about.  It is beautiful.  I see a puppy?  Turbo is that you?   Its my puppy - Turbo...   His tail is wagging, he is barking at me just like when I was a kitten.  I ran toward him, he smells so good.  He is sooo soft.  I bit his tail and he laughed at me.  Just like when we were young.  I was halfway up the Rainbow Bridge, I turned around to look over my shoulder.  Half of me wanting to go back to my home, and the other half of me wanting to explore with Turbo.

Of course, you know my curiosity got the best of me and I followed Turbo....  I guess maybe I can blog from the kitty heaven.  And my story will continue.

Thank you all for caring, and I love each and everyone of you.  Those who have touched my life in the past and also those of you who will touch my new life of the future.