Lex passed away suddenly on Saturday, 14 August 2010. He was only three (3) years old. (He was extremely hyperactive. More so than Tibet who is only a year old. Active as a three (3) month old kitten and literally ad climbed the walls and used the hallway wall as a turn as he raced from one room to another. He also would often pant after having exerted himself physically. (More than likely, he had an enlarged heart and died of a heart attack.) He was such a gentle soul and Mason's best friend.)
Lex, formerly called Mr. Whiskers by the neighbor girl that adopted him quickly became Baby Who and I would "borrow" him for play dates with Mason.
He was only about seven weeks old and still had blue eyes and fur that just stuck out making him look ever so cute.
He would come over for his play dates and the teenager that had adopted him would leave him for a day or more at a time. She had him for weeks and scared me when she asked what to feed him and told me she didn't have a litter box, as of yet.
I packed up some food for her to take home and caught myself not to be an enabler and decided that a litter box is essential. But, a rather simple thing that as the new caretaker she should be able to provide.
When Baby Who would come for visits, he was such a good little boy. He immediately used the litter box. Then he would scout out the food and water bowls and satiate himself.
Mason. Now Mason just got all wide eyed and glazed eyes when he first came into the house. What was this larger than a mouse sized creature and what was he to do with it.
It didn't take long for Mason to figure out that unlike Grant that this cat like creature was willing to play. Play, play, play, non-stop and boy was he a lot of fun.
These two would play until I finally realized that I needed to separate them at night. I would have to take Lex into the bedroom with me and shut the door and place him on my bed to sleep.
Kittens are either on or off and as soon as he was left alone he would fall into a deep slumber and store up his energy for the next day.
Rather sad, but true, when I went to ask her if she still wanted the kitten she breezed right past me to the waiting car and without any emotion told me "You can keep him. We have a dog now."
Yes, I was well aware and worried that the dog would make a meal out of the poor kitten.
That was spring of 2007 and Lex was quite the character. If only others could have seen him run so fast from the living room to the hallway that he'd hit the wall with his feet and run across the wall before launching off and taking the corner to a bedroom.
Lex was the Prince of Annandale Vet Hospital during the time I had to board the cats there due to the tree falling on the house. Mr. Personality and if he was up for adoption, he would have had someone in a heartbeat.
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