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Friday Top Five: Gordo's Edition

It’s been a while since I have written a Friday Top Five, but I’m bringing it back for a special reason this week. While I was off at Test Pilot School something very sad happened, our dear cat, Gordo Cooper (yes, named after one of the Mercury 7) passed away unexpectedly. It sounds dumb, but he was our first “child”. We picked him out of the litter of kittens because he was the most ornery and the most adventuresome, hence his name in honor of one of the most ornery and adventuresome astronauts.  So, here are Gordo's top 5, narrated by the man, errr....cat, himself.
5. "See this? This is my main tactic for all forms of attention. You must close your eyes, and stick out your head at just the right angle while maintaining a steady purrrrrr. Hopefully the humans aren't talking about rockets, or orbital mechanics too intently to notice. If so, increase the purrrrrr decibel level. And make sure your fur is nice and soft, they're picky like that." - Gordo Cooper, G-money

4. "Ummmm....so....yeah...I could totally be a dog, no disguise needed. Yaaawwwwwnnnnnn." - Gordo Cooper, the cat dog



3. "Hey! Hey you! Parental unit! Feed me! What's that? You have to cook dinner first? Fine, I will just sit here next to my large, but not large enough, food bag and hope that osmosis is catalyzed by cuteness." - Gordo Cooper, the Biologist / fearless food protector


2. "Hey mom, I think you're out of Diabetes supplies. Actually, I know you're out, because I'm pretty sure I saw Izzy the wiener dog bury them in the backyard. Just letting you know it's time to re-order....and feed me." - Gordo Cooper, the Diabetes support cat



1. "Who was the cutest cat I ever saw? Well, uh, you're lookin' at 'im." - Gordo Cooper, the cat/ famous test pilot

 
 
 
 
Dad and I are going to miss you Gordo, no doubt about it.
 
 
 

Comments

  1. I will miss you to Gordo! I loved your kisses!

    ~Aunt Heather

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  2. April and Chris - So sorry to hear of Gordo's loss. What cute pics of him. He will always be in your heart. Aunt Vicki

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  3. Oh nooooo! I'm so sorry. Losing a kitteh is the worst.

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  4. Aww, my heart goes out to you. Bet he's up there with the real Gordo

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