Our hangar cat, Birch, passed away yesterday, suddenly. He was only 3 years old.
He was an awesome little buddy, and I know that everyone who's ever passed through our shop would like to know that he is gone but not forgotten.
Birch is survived by his pilot buddies, we'll miss you little guy - the cream will always be out for you.
BIRCH
? 2001 - August 23 2004
CYVT Birch, RIP.
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The Old Fogducker
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Really sorry to hear about Birch. He was a good looking cat with a lot personality and was one of those animals you will remember for a long time. It was evident from his well-kept appearance and genuine people-loving friendliness that he was quite spoiled and cared for by all the staff at the hangar.
Last time I had the opportunity to pet him and give him a scratch behind the ears as he purred, he was on the back of the couch all sprawled out like he didn't have a care or negative concern in the world.
I know all of you will miss him, but you can be sure he led a charmed life although it was far too short.
Fog
Last time I had the opportunity to pet him and give him a scratch behind the ears as he purred, he was on the back of the couch all sprawled out like he didn't have a care or negative concern in the world.
I know all of you will miss him, but you can be sure he led a charmed life although it was far too short.
Fog
Birch
Birch was one f$%*ing nice little kitty.
When morale was low, Birch kitty was always around to help lift everyones spirits. Whenever he was in the room someone would be playing with Birch and laughing no matter how bad the day was going.
He would always meet you in the hangar during the night either buy attacking your leg as you were walking across the floor or by jumping up on the counter screaming for a bowl of cream. Even when some of the other pilots played with him inappropriately, and you know who you are, he would always come back fighting for more attention.
He was one of the reasons I missed Buffalo.
TFM
When morale was low, Birch kitty was always around to help lift everyones spirits. Whenever he was in the room someone would be playing with Birch and laughing no matter how bad the day was going.
He would always meet you in the hangar during the night either buy attacking your leg as you were walking across the floor or by jumping up on the counter screaming for a bowl of cream. Even when some of the other pilots played with him inappropriately, and you know who you are, he would always come back fighting for more attention.
He was one of the reasons I missed Buffalo.
TFM
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You could not consider your day complete until:
1. You get into a good scrap with Birch, then all torn and bleeding, you decide to withdraw your hand and back off, when he folds his ears back, goes after your leg with a good nip and a full-metal-jacket grab, and with that angry glare in his eyes, he snarls: "I ain't finished with you yet, asshole!"
2. Birch stalks up the stairs and tentatively looks around the corner into the moe-hole to see what sort of a mood he's in. Moe glares back, wondering if he should pick Birch's ass right now.
3. You get into a pissing match with Birch beside the sink over the meat and cheese slice in a dessicated McArthur River sandwich, while trying to increase its palatability with some ketchup, mustard, and mayo. You look him straight in the eye, and say: "Mine!", to which he responds: "We'll see about that", and goes straight for it.
4. You go full body contact with Birch as he stands nonchalantly on the "F" and "B" keys on your keyboard with the speakers rattling away in monotone, as he sucks up for a petting. "What's that noise?"
5. While sleeping unassumingly on the couch, totally wiped, Birch jumps up onto your unsuspecting chest and sticks a lightly-clawed-paw on your lower lip. "Oh, did I wake you?"
Birch was more like a person than a cat. You call his name to see if he's in when you lock up, and he would run towards you with a little whimper/meow.
Sure miss that feline...[b][/b]
1. You get into a good scrap with Birch, then all torn and bleeding, you decide to withdraw your hand and back off, when he folds his ears back, goes after your leg with a good nip and a full-metal-jacket grab, and with that angry glare in his eyes, he snarls: "I ain't finished with you yet, asshole!"
2. Birch stalks up the stairs and tentatively looks around the corner into the moe-hole to see what sort of a mood he's in. Moe glares back, wondering if he should pick Birch's ass right now.
3. You get into a pissing match with Birch beside the sink over the meat and cheese slice in a dessicated McArthur River sandwich, while trying to increase its palatability with some ketchup, mustard, and mayo. You look him straight in the eye, and say: "Mine!", to which he responds: "We'll see about that", and goes straight for it.
4. You go full body contact with Birch as he stands nonchalantly on the "F" and "B" keys on your keyboard with the speakers rattling away in monotone, as he sucks up for a petting. "What's that noise?"
5. While sleeping unassumingly on the couch, totally wiped, Birch jumps up onto your unsuspecting chest and sticks a lightly-clawed-paw on your lower lip. "Oh, did I wake you?"
Birch was more like a person than a cat. You call his name to see if he's in when you lock up, and he would run towards you with a little whimper/meow.
Sure miss that feline...[b][/b]
