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Bobsie “Bob” Parman

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Bobsie “Bob” Parman

Birth
Modesto, Stanislaus County, California, USA
Death
17 Nov 2017 (aged 15–16)
Modesto, Stanislaus County, California, USA
Burial
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend. Specifically: On the book shelf with her fur sister. Chloe Add to Map
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Bob’s life started out ruff, she was born behind the old Save Mart on Pelandale. As a tiny kitten she made her way to Peter & Jennifer’s house, where Peter had started feeding another stray cat. She was so tiny, hungry and scared, she tried to hiss at Peter but all she could do was spit. The other stray left but Bob stayed and became tame.

They named her Bob because she was a manx, no tail, she was also special, most cats have 5 toes on the front and 4 on the back, Bob had 8 on the front and 6 on the back. They took Bob to the vet to be fixed and that when Bob became Bobsie, they had assume she was a male.

Bob was their outside cat they already had house cats. I fell in love with Bob, so much personally. She would lay in a large flower pot Jenn had, when you drove up, she didn’t walk down the driveway to meet you, she rolled.

In 2002 Jenn and Peter divorced, I got custody of Bob, she became a Parman and became a house cat. Pookie our cat was 15 and her health was declining. Bob was like a breath of fresh air.

She was so friendly she loved everyone and everyone loved her!!! When Shawn was little he would pick her up, and however he had her, right side up, or upside down, she would just hang. She loved Shawn and always wanted to be with him. She was a social cat she wanted to be where the people are.

She liked to sleep under the covers, only issue was she would give you love bites at times. She loved her fur sisters even if they were dogs, when Pop ate everyone got a bite, favorite was chicken.

For the last few years she had to take 2 pills in the morning, she knew the dogs got kibbles she got pills everyone came to the kitchen. Those pills gave us her for more years, we are thankful for that.
Bob’s life started out ruff, she was born behind the old Save Mart on Pelandale. As a tiny kitten she made her way to Peter & Jennifer’s house, where Peter had started feeding another stray cat. She was so tiny, hungry and scared, she tried to hiss at Peter but all she could do was spit. The other stray left but Bob stayed and became tame.

They named her Bob because she was a manx, no tail, she was also special, most cats have 5 toes on the front and 4 on the back, Bob had 8 on the front and 6 on the back. They took Bob to the vet to be fixed and that when Bob became Bobsie, they had assume she was a male.

Bob was their outside cat they already had house cats. I fell in love with Bob, so much personally. She would lay in a large flower pot Jenn had, when you drove up, she didn’t walk down the driveway to meet you, she rolled.

In 2002 Jenn and Peter divorced, I got custody of Bob, she became a Parman and became a house cat. Pookie our cat was 15 and her health was declining. Bob was like a breath of fresh air.

She was so friendly she loved everyone and everyone loved her!!! When Shawn was little he would pick her up, and however he had her, right side up, or upside down, she would just hang. She loved Shawn and always wanted to be with him. She was a social cat she wanted to be where the people are.

She liked to sleep under the covers, only issue was she would give you love bites at times. She loved her fur sisters even if they were dogs, when Pop ate everyone got a bite, favorite was chicken.

For the last few years she had to take 2 pills in the morning, she knew the dogs got kibbles she got pills everyone came to the kitchen. Those pills gave us her for more years, we are thankful for that.

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