Comments on: Stymie: The World’s Worst Kitten

by: Randy Skretvedt

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 19:30:48 +0000

Stymie looks a lot like my second cat, Growf, who got his name from the unique way he meowed. There’s been at least one cat here at casa Skretvedt since March of 1969. Fenworthy, Growf, Inky, Rerun, Tiger, Blackie and honorary cats Dreyfuss and Hobo have all prowled around here before the incumbent kitty, Shadow, arrived in 2000. Shadow *loves* to be held and would happily cuddle in my arms all day if I’d let him. He’s very affectionate–he likes to rub foreheads! He also talks a lot and has certain catwords for different requests. And he understands “Show me what you want,” because after I say that he’ll always lead me to the fridge or the back door or his water bowl or whatever he wants. I hope Stymie has many good years ahead of him!

by: Aaron

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 17:03:00 +0000

I can vouch for the fact that Stymie can talk. I can also vouch for the fact that he can bite.
Finally, I would add that he has gone through at least 8 of his lives. One from his fall out of our SECOND floor apartment onto asphalt, two from his major surgery, two from his thyroid problem, and three from the constant torment of having his tail pulled and being hit in the head with golf balls by Adam this last year. Poor Stymie. I hope his last life is good for a long time to come.

by: Chris Tangeman

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 14:04:33 +0000

Stymie can talk too! While I have not heard him repeat this feat in many years, Sarah and I once heard him talking when we visited Denise in Columbus. Stymie yelled, “Alone! All alone!” when he thought everyone was gone. He went on to moan, “Right now…I am home…alone.” Ask Sarah. She heard the whole thing. She will even re-enact the moment for you in full Stymie-voice if you ask her.