The beloved kitty-pet of Randy and Jacquie. Boo-Boo and her sister (later adopted and named "Whiskers" by a Coast Guard serviceman and his wife from our church) were found as 5-week old kittens, born to a semi-feral brown tabby in an abandoned cinderblock pumphouse built on an old farm about a half-mile from our home.
A brown tabby with an orange heart-shaped marking atop her head (see photo), she was an expert "boofer" (hence the nickname) with the sweetest face/expression and an unusually soft meow that she knew just how to employ to get your attention. She demonstrated her affections by kneading and purring; or as with people she knew well and trusted, wrapping her paws around and vigorously licking their wrists or forearms. Although she was never a "wool-chewer" type of cat (she never chewed clothing or household furnishings), she did seem to have some residual security-related issues associated with her early (but necessary) separation from her mother.
Some of her other endearing habits and characteristics included the way she loved to be groomed with the soft brush extension on our vacuum cleaner! She never minded the noise, since it was a central vacuuming system which operated comparatively quietly. Both she and her fellow companion cat, Noah, enjoyed this, although for some reason it has never caught on with our younger cats.
Late one night we were awakened by a loud, repetitive "Dtt-dtt-dtt-dtt-dtt!" sound. We went downstairs, only to discover that Boo-Boo had one forepaw standing on the 'pager' button of our cordless phone, playing around! We suppose she was trying to dial out for a catnip-topped pizza or something. ;-) On another occasion, we heard a knocking on our front door at 3 a.m. one morning. It was a deputy from the local sheriff's department, wanting to know if everything was alright. He informed us that someone had dialed 911 from our location; and although Boo-Boo was only mildly, cautiously curious of the officer (as was her response to most home visitors), we couldn't help but notice she had a slightly mischievous, amused look on her face! =^..^=
Boo-Boo was truly one-of-a-kind in many ways and shall never be forgotten.
Cause of death: Chronic kidney disease progressing to kidney failure at age 18.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A note on the term "boof": In our family, it originally derived from the habit our cats have of happily flopping over into a relaxed reclining position when gently tapped with the side edge of one's shoe or boot (hence "boofer" and "boofee" = one who boofs or who is encouraged to 'boof'). Then one cat invented a variation where he would pause while grooming himself, deliberate for a second or two; then suddenly and joyfully fling his front paws back over his head while he lowered himself to the floor in a smooth, swift rocker-like movement. It was very entertaining to our (terminally ill) mother who would laugh and laugh whenever she saw him repeatedly do this. We thought perhaps in his own way, he did this to express his care and concern for her well-being. At the same time, to "boof" (verb) is to hang out and relax in a cool, stylish manner; which as all cat lovers know, cats are experts when it comes to this. ;-) Either way, it's somewhat onomatopoeic, but only if one listens closely to the soft rush of air displaced by a falling (reclining) cat. Although it's not listed this way (to our knowledge) in any current dictionaries, we expect it to become a household word any day now. ^_^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Burial: Non-Cemetery Burial Specifically: Buried in backyard next to companion cat, Noah.