Guy Ovard
1991-2006

Guy Ovard (aka Little Guy, Guy-Pie, Big Guy), 15, died as peacefully as possible surrounded by his adoptive parents, Kurt and Charlotte Ovard, at Central Emergency Animal Hospital at approximately 1:00 a.m. on April 3, 2006, from complications of pneumonia due to a possible tumor or heart problem. He was a beloved, beautiful, sweet cat and a purring machine to the end.

Guy was born sometime in April 1991 and entered the lives of his adoptive parents on July 9th, 1991 when Kurt found a small gray tabby kitten hiding under a table in the dinette section of John Paras Furniture. Several attempts were made to find him a good home, but after he was returned after one night in a new home, he was permanently adopted by The Ovards late in July 1991. He was named after Charlotte’s grandfather, Guy Werner.

Guy was an extremely intelligent animal. On the evening of his arrival, in an effort to separate him until he was vaccinated for Feline Leukemia he was locked in a small room in the basement only to make an immediate reappearance in another part of the basement. He repeated this trick several times that evening before it was discovered that he was escaping through a small hole near a pipe, winding his way through a coal chute, a crawl space, under a long hall, another room crawl space, and coming out another tiny hole near some venting. It was a truly amazing feat and the speed of his problem-solving abilities still staggers the imagination. Not only was this feat done in a matter of seconds, it was done in complete darkness.

Guy was loved by most cats. Lico, his wild calico sister, could only be lured out of hiding by his cat charm. Stubbs, his black brother, loved him and tummy massaging by both of them always resulted in large mounds of gray and black fur before a small tiff would end the routine. He loved to sit in a box no matter the size. He was loved and adored by his parents who doted on him as he purred loudly.

In later years he developed hyper-thyroidism and dropped much of his 16 pound weight. He nearly died during the operation to have his thyroid removed and he was never quite as frisky and playful, although he did recover some of his weight and all of his facial beauty.

He was a loving, beautiful, enormous cat with enormous eyes and an enormous presence and the void he left has been significant. He is survived by his grieving parents, his beloved Stubbs and Lico, and 3 other cat siblings.