February 1997 – May 2014
Loki was the acrobat and athlete of the house and was likely Satan himself (or killed Satan and took his place) since he walked sideways on furniture and hunted everything. I’m convinced his hobby was collecting souls.
Loki had acrobatic and athletic abilities that boggled the mind. For instance, he was being chased by Kazon one day and proceeded up the side of the cat castle. When he got to the top, he simply turned and ran across the side of it — completely defying gravity — then ran down the other side head-first. And he accomplished all of this so quickly that he was back to the ground and around the corner before Kazon even realized he just went by.
Loki never took “no” for an answer on anything, and he talked at you, not with you (hence the nickname of Mr. Mouth). He was a rather demanding feline who wanted what he wanted when he wanted it, and you had to be willing to give it to him lest he get violent and take it by force.
He was a rather violent cat. When he played, he played for keeps: if you weren’t bleeding, there was more play to come. He bit hard and intentionally. He used his claws the way they were meant to be used — violently. In fact, during the winter months when the air was dry and static electricity was a problem, I had to be careful of Loki: if I shocked him accidentally, he got immediate revenge by blessing me with new bloody racing stripes. Yes, he hit me, and he almost always hit me several times to make sure I understood such behavior was unacceptable. I called those encounters my winter beatings.
He simply was not one to take anything from anybody.
Old age eventually began catching up to him. He had increasing difficulty grooming himself, which led to an increased need for combing lest his long hair knot into painful bundles. He also began having difficulty controlling his bowels and bladder, not always able to get to a litter box in time. And then he began sleeping so much that he only got out of bed to eat or visit the toilet. I made the difficult decision to let him go once his condition deteriorated to the point of having a diminished quality of life.
Pronunciation: LOH kee
Namesake: Loki, the Norse god of mischief who was as handsome as he was evil; so named because was as handsome as he was evil, his physical prowess and mental acuity were god-like, and he was the lord of mischief
Relationship: Grendel‘s brother
Nicknames: Satan; Mr. Mouth; Lok (pronounced loak); Hunter; Motor; GoaTeeAy (pronounced go-tee-ay’; a spin on “goatee” because of his white chin)
Breed: Domestic Medium Hair (DMH)
Color: Tuxedo (black & white) with goatee (white chin), open collar (white chest), gloves (white front paws) and boots (white rear lower leg and paw), one white and one black eyebrow
Birthdate: February 15, 1997
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Loki liked to pose, as you can see.
I thought this was a cool picture of him looking over the edge of the bathroom counter.
He was chasing my hand as we played in the living room (how’d you like to see that flying at you?).
This is my favorite picture of Loki because it captured a close-up of his face in natural light.