Post by catcalleddog on Sept 20, 2013 7:15:13 GMT
Frodo was the most intelligent cat we have ever owned. He died of old age (probably the kidneys got him) in August 2013 aged 13. We have two new rescue cats now, Honey and Bumble, but neither is as bright as old Frodo.
Ironically, Frodo's sister Fifi was the dimmest cat we have ever owned - a real one-off! 'Special', you could say. She had a bad death - a decline, possibly senility (hard to tell with Fifi) and then put down last June. Her brother died less than 2 months later, which does suggest life spans are largely genetically determined to me!
They were both possibly the result of interbreeding - they suffered from cataracts (which is rare in cats, despite the pun!) which apparently is caused by cat incest!
Anyway, I decided to dedicate my book A Cat Called Dog to all the cats we have owned over the years - and Frodo is immortalised in the character of George (though not in appearance - George is ginger like Leo, another cat we owned; Frodo was black) and also as a memory of George's near-blind mentor. Fifi appears too in her own name as the local female who all the toms fancy!
Silly, but I still miss Frodo. There was one brainy cat who could, believe it or not, open doors if they were not clicked shut. He even got into the fridge once when the clasp was going (the rubber seal deteriorating) - and one Christmas, when I put the dinner leftovers in the oven, but didn't quite shut the door to click firmly, I came down the next day to find the remains of chicken carcass on the kitchen floor and a very fat and satiated Frodo lying nearby, purring at how much he'd stuffed himself in a midnight feast!
Good old Frodo!
(By the way, he got his name before the first Lord of the Rings film came out! And he died after the third part had been released. So not a bad long life for a tom.)
Ironically, Frodo's sister Fifi was the dimmest cat we have ever owned - a real one-off! 'Special', you could say. She had a bad death - a decline, possibly senility (hard to tell with Fifi) and then put down last June. Her brother died less than 2 months later, which does suggest life spans are largely genetically determined to me!
They were both possibly the result of interbreeding - they suffered from cataracts (which is rare in cats, despite the pun!) which apparently is caused by cat incest!
Anyway, I decided to dedicate my book A Cat Called Dog to all the cats we have owned over the years - and Frodo is immortalised in the character of George (though not in appearance - George is ginger like Leo, another cat we owned; Frodo was black) and also as a memory of George's near-blind mentor. Fifi appears too in her own name as the local female who all the toms fancy!
Silly, but I still miss Frodo. There was one brainy cat who could, believe it or not, open doors if they were not clicked shut. He even got into the fridge once when the clasp was going (the rubber seal deteriorating) - and one Christmas, when I put the dinner leftovers in the oven, but didn't quite shut the door to click firmly, I came down the next day to find the remains of chicken carcass on the kitchen floor and a very fat and satiated Frodo lying nearby, purring at how much he'd stuffed himself in a midnight feast!
Good old Frodo!
(By the way, he got his name before the first Lord of the Rings film came out! And he died after the third part had been released. So not a bad long life for a tom.)
Sorry to read about Fifi's end 
