WHOPPY, R.I.P. ROCK IN PURR-PETUITY!
January 14, 2009
Whoppy and Streaker in a reflective mood.
It’s been 13 years since Alex, the lovely hostess at Genghis Cohen, gave her boss Allan Rinde, a little calico cat by the name of Streaker. I watched Allan, who had little experience with pets, proceed to spoil her over the next 6 months. I remember going to visit him once and he answered the door with Streaker dangling by her claws, casually, from the bottom of his shirt. That little booger would always manage to do something that would keep me in stiches. She knew how to use the remote control on the TV and would change channels just as a program was starting to get good. Allan thought he had the problem solved when he started using two remotes. Then I remember one night, we were all watching “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, just as Sarah Michelle Geller was about to drive her point across…Streaker changes the channel! I quickly change it back…and Streaker changes it again! This “duel” goes on for a while until I chase her into the other room where she ducks under the bed. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I could hear her laughing.
This was about the time that Allan and songwriter Toni Wine (“Groovy Kind Of Love”, “Candida”), whom I introduced, were starting to get serious about each other. Allan was spending more and more time in Nashville where Toni lived, so Alex suggested that he should consider getting another cat to keep Streaker company. That’s when she brought a chubby, but dashing little white tomcat over, recently rescued from a crack house fire, whose name was Whoppy.
Allan let me stay in his apartment, after my spinal operation, where I fed and looked after my two little friends. Whoppy, who was now tipping the scales at 25 pounds would lie on my right hand which, was partially paralyzed until it opened up! Streaker remained aloof with me, but fell in love with “Whop”. When I moved into my own place in Silver Lake, Allan gave me Whoppy as a present. A few weeks later, when he and Toni decided to marry, he asked me if I would take Streaker as well, because Toni was allergic to cats! Allan also promised to take care of their expenses for as long as I had them.
It wasn’t long before I moved to a little assisted living facility in the California desert that took cats. Ten days into my stay, had to be rescued when I discovered that I was being drugged and slowly being coerced into signing over all of my assets to the lady, who ran the place. I boarded the cats, until I found a new apartment, with the help of Allan Rinde.
Since then Whoppy, Streaker, and I have braved 70 mph Santa Ana winds, threatening wildfires, earthquakes, flash floods, gang violence and DEA raids on neighboring Crystal Meth labs. My friend Allan, true to his word, has supported the cats for over 13 years!
But all adventures come to an end…I’m sad to say that Whoppy has passed away. Even though we know our little friends only have a short time to be with us, it’s no less painful when it’s their time to go.
We miss you “Whop”, R.I.P. Rock In Purr-petuity,
Love, Artie and Streaker
Copyright 2009 by Artie Wayne
My acrylic sculpture of “Whoppy” part of my Petzrock collection. http://artiewayne.com/petz.html
Special Thanks to Josie, Ginger, Dr. Madson, Joyce, Gina, and Dr. Huber who were friends of Whoppy until the end.