Remembrances
Some of our friends who have passed.
Passed 20060606
"She makes my other cat too active, I can't get any sleep!" said a friend of ours.
Bast must have created Pounce, because Thunder often climbed the brick wall of our apartment in search of such a heavenly treat. She even climbed all the way to the ceiling a time or two! Let there be Pounce! She even earned the nickname ThunderPurranha for her rapacious devouring of any Pounce left defenseless. But she always told us that her furr wasn't COMPLETELY white (she was beautifully tipped with brown) because she hadn't had enough milk, and would we PLEASE remedy that situation - immediately! She could certainly use that purr as a weapon!
She delighted in a bathtub of warm water, often joining us unexpectedly. To see her happily wandering around in water almost to her chin always amazed anyone who saw it. There was tiger blood in that kitty!
She survived what most cats can't. During knee surgery, for which we thankfully requested the best anesthesia and the heart monitor, the vet noticed she was sinking too rapidly under the anesthesia. Her heart stopped, but he was on the very short list of those specialists trained in kitty CPR. They don't do it often because the cats usually don't survive - but she did! It wasn't her time, and we were glad to take her home. But apparently she thought the surgery was successful, because she never let the torn tendon, that wasn't supposed to let her jump at all, slow her down in the least. We decided not to tell her.
After 17 years, our brave kitten knew that it was time to join Mist and Jalapena. Her loving family held her as she purred until she slept, and we smile as we remember her .
Passed 20060510
Abused, afraid, alone, he wandered the apartment complex where we lived. One door looked inviting, open. There were cats there, and they could get free, but they weren't running? He decided to investigate.
Wow - there's food here, and it's warm, and they pet you, and everything! Yellow still ran in terror if you spoke to him sharply, but gradually the memory of his previous life faded, replaced by companionship and warmth and love, and lots of playmates. Times were good.
It was a quiet life, with toys and catnip, good food, places to hide, good pettinng, and oh, yeah, stuffies and pillows to mate with. Fixed? Who ever said that would matter?
Affectionate from beginning to end, he never let the abuse in his life stop him from being very, very sweet. Hyperthyroidism and diabetes still didn't slow our Yellow cat.
After some 16 or 17 years, Yellow decided it was time to sleep. He couldn't eat that much, and our last act of kindness was to take him in and let him sleep. He passed with his family by his side, hearing words of love.
He will be missed and loved by all who knew him.
Passed 20050609
Meow? Meow??? A plaintive voice called out in the early morning August heat. We rose, thankfully on a Saturday morning, to wander outside to find a tiny kitten, not yet weaned, sitting in the wheelwell of our car. We took her in, fed her, and she imprinted on Ahliana. So we have another cat, I suppose... She immediately concurred, and informed us that earlobes were the purrfect thing to suckle on.
Also known as Velcro Kitty and Mommy's Little Girl, Jalapena filled our lives with love and purrs, jumping onto our shoulders whether we were expecting it or not. Her plaintive meow could melt your heart, and with a mighty leap she was upon you, head under your chin, clinging for dear life. She slept with us, wanting nothing more in life than to be cuddled and loved.
Almost 15 years later, on June 9, 2005, we held her and told her we loved her, and as the kindest thing we could do now, we let her sleep. We miss her, think of her, and still look around for the leap of love that must be coming upon us unseen...
Passed 20050426
A true Lady in all respects, Mist has been the epitome of grace and charm. She filled our lives with a beauty and love that cannot be measured. She warble-meowed, petted us with her soft paws, slept with us, purred for us, helped us eat our salads, chased strings, and ate fish whenever she could. She strode elegantly in our home for almost 17 years. Yesterday the Kitten Lady of My Heart laid down in the sun shining through the window, and went to sleep.
She came to me one day as I walked home...Mrrrrrrrreow? Mrrrrrrrrreow? There was the most beautiful little black kitten, long-haired, with little white guard hairs on her paws looking like mist in the forest in the morning - hence her full name, Our Lady of the Morning's Forest Mist. I fell in love with her right then and there. Scooped her up, the lady where she lived was trying to find homes for the kittens, so I took her on the spot.
We enjoyed many years of companionship. She spent her last night sleeping with us, purring for us, telling us she loves us, and letting us tell her we love her. She will always be remembered, and loved, and cherished in our hearts.
Passed 20050524
There was a cat living outside our apartment who kept wanting to come in. We had already adopted his best friend, and he wanted to come in too. But we had too many cats. "We'll feed you outside while we find a home for you..."
Well, one day Lynn had taken another cat to the vet for the sniffles, praising him on the way home for good behaviour, telling he would get lots of petting and treats when they got home. As Lynn approached the door, this yellow cat came up and said "I want to be your kitty-cat so badly, I'd give my left arm - see??" He presented a mangled mess for inspection.
Lynn opened the apartment door, opened the cat carrier, and rather unceremoniously dumped the promisee of treats onto the floor, closed the door, scooped up the ball of fur and mangled leg, and high-tailed it back to the vet. After surgery, being now minus his left hand, the stray became Tyr, after the Norse god who placed his hand in the Fenris wolf's mouth, knowing he would see it no more.
Shortly after being crippled for life, doomed to an existence of barely being able to walk, Tyr decided to find someplace to be alone. As I brushed my teeth, I looked at Lynn in the hallway, gaping and gawking. I poked my head out, toothbrush in mid-stroke - and gaped and gawked. Our newly-maimed poor baby had climbed up on some boxes, hopped up on bookshelves, and climbed ON TOP OF A DOOR - that skinny, 1-inch-wide door, and was balancing there just fine, thank you very much!
He quickly found that he could run up to his best wrestling buddy, Newbie, using the side missing an arm, and bowl Newbie over before he knew what had happened, by which time Tyr was on top and had already won the match! Boy, was that fun!
He survived a mangled arm, a near-fatal urinary blockage, diabetes, and luekemia for a total of about 15 years. He KNEW Lynn was his Daddy, loving every moment in his arms. He begged and stole every treat he could, especially bread.
Yesterday, he let us know that he had fought long enough, and it was time to go on to other things. We had the privilege of holding him and telling him we love him as he went gently to sleep. We hope he wakes to play with his friends who have gone before, that he enjoyed his life here, and that he goes on to learn and grow as he wishes. We love him dearly.
Passed 20040602
We were working on the fence just after Talesia was born. A couple of friends were helping us when one of them pointed out what looked like a dog down the bayou a bit. A dog. But dogs don't move quite like that. We watched it wobble and stagger along, dragging a bit of chain annd leash, barely able to keep its feet.
We chased her down, which wasn't terribly difficult. We bundled her up very, very carefully - we weren't sure if we would arrive at the vet's office with a dog or a body. We signed her in as Train Wreck. She had cuts and bites all over, especially her sweet face. A beautiful collie, the attacker had bitten her so far up the nose that I was surprised it hadn't entered her brain. She ended up with drainage tubes and needing lots of care - but she survived.
She survived and became the one of the sweetest dogs we have ever had the pleasure to know (and we know lots of very sweet dogs). A true companion, she kept us company, and that dog never complained.
She played with Lonesome and Molly, and had a yard in which to frolic. She had a family who loved her very much. We did have the courtesy to change her name from Train Wreck to Keena, which means brave. And she was.
A gorgeous dog, she blessed our lives. When cancer invaded her, she still never complained, not to the day we let her rest without pain. She will stay in our memories with great love.
posted by Ahliana at 2:00 AM
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