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Remembering JoeJoe

Kerry See - Thursday, December 21, 2017

I rescued JoeJoe from CACC in Manhattan on May 25, 2011 along with 3 other cats, Venus, being one of them. Joseph, as he was called, was the first I chose to pull from death row as he was named after the person I thought I was rescuing him for. As fate would have it, 2 of the 4 kitties found homes quickly but Joseph and Venus were too traumatized and I decided they needed to stay with me.

Joseph became JoeJoe. I knew there was a sweet kitty hiding behind all the growls and hisses. He broke my heart in those early days: he was unkempt; he didn't want to be touched, let alone brushed, combed or have his nails trimmed; he didn't know what a toy was nor what friends were. Interactions, at first, were very confusing to him . He thought everyone was trying to attack him. He eventually made two true friends: his first friend was Roary Roo, my little ch kitty; his second friend was Patch, a shelter rescue. As the years went on, despite the occasional argument with Tucker, the big guy of the household, everyone accepted JoeJoe and he accepted every newcomer.

It was heartwarming and funny watching JoeJoe learn how to play. He loved catnip. Every month when the Kitnip box arrived JoeJoe was one of the first ones to dive in. I bought those silly stuffed fish that are all over Instagram and he was playing with them the week before he passed. There was something awkward about the way he played but seeing him play brought me such joy.

JoeJoe had the sweetest song. He didn't meow; he sang! When he wanted attention he would sing his heart out. When he wanted a hug, he would get as close as possible to you, usually sitting at the very edge of a table, stare and pleadingly sing to you. As soon as you gave him the signal or said ok, he would climb you. You would have to be sure not to place your hands on his back. You could pet his head and hold him under his bum while he was latched on but you had to wait til he was ready to launch off you, otherwise, JoeJoe grumbled, growled and hissed with discontenment.

I jokingly called him my homeless kitty. He always looked disheveled. I considered myself lucky if when passing by him I got a good swipe of the comb and removed some dead hair! I knew there was a silky coat under there somewhere!

I am grateful for the 6 years with my JoeJoe honey. I am grateful for how far he came. The thrill of seeing him truly relax, sleep without a care in the world is a feeling I can't truly explain. All I ever wanted for him was to know love and to forget his past before living with me. I am even more grateful I was there for his passing. From the moment we left the vet on Thursday, JoeJoe was in bed with me; riding shotgun and in his final hours by my side. 

I will always miss my homeless kitty, my Joe Joe kitty.

R.I.P. JoeJoe See, my drama queen.

November 10, 2009 - December 16, 2017

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