November 6th 2013 6:24 pm
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It has been four years since I flew from mama's arms and across the Rainbow Bridge. Mama did not want me to go, but I told her it was time, and she trusted me. It was hard for us both, but I knew it was best.
I knew mama and daddy couldn't be without a kitty, so I found Gunnarr for them. Mama picked him out, but I made sure she got a "he man" kitty who would rough house with daddy. Both mama and daddy loved Gunnie SO much, but I knew mama was missing a fluffy girl. That's when I found Peekie. Her name was Petunia, and she and her five kitty sisters and brothers were unwanted. Can you even imagine? Six beautiful little kittens, and nobody wanted them. I made sure mama saw Peekie's gorgeous little face on the Pet Paw-See website. As a kitten, Peekie looked so much like me, I knew mama wouldn't be able to resist. Mama tried hard to resist, but in the end Peekie won her heart just as I had done.
Now mama has her tough guy kitty and her fluffy princess. Gunnie healed her heart, but Peekie stole it. Mama and daddy have kitties to love, and all is right with the world.
June 3rd 2013 2:51 pm
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Today our dear little friend, Charlie, journeyed to live with the angels. We were all there to meet and welcome him. See, Charlie was just so tired and sick, he was too tired to fight anymore. His mama unselfishly let him fly off on angel wings. Now Charlie is young and well again, and he will be that way forever. We'll let Charlie rest up, and all the angels will begin teaching him the secrets of being a kitty angel.
April 2nd 2013 9:52 am
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Today I would have turned 14. Mama still remembers the beautiful spring when I was just a kitten. She liked to take me out in the back yard and let me toddle around on my short little legs. I was only seven weeks old when I went to live in my furever home.
Mama always thought I was a very wise kitty. One day when I was still tiny, I walked right over to Uncle Trampas' grave and laid down right in the middle! I was just telling mama I knew he was there, and I was honoring him in my own way. Many times I went straight to his grave and laid down. Mama said I always looked so at ease and peaceful relaxing there with Uncle Trampas.
Daddy didn't become my daddy until I was grown up. We didn't have enough time together, but the time we had was wonderful. I got to sit out on the deck with mama and daddy without even a harness or leash. I always stayed in my own chair unless a bug or birdy flew too close. If I jumped down, mama would tell me no and put me back in my chair. If I jumped down again, I had to go inside for the evening. Then mama and daddy would hear me whooshing on the door asking to come back out. Mama even left the deck sometimes when we were outside and changed the sprinkler. She would use a hand signal and tell me to stay. She never left me alone for more than a few minutes, but I was always still in my chair when she came back.
As a kitten I was very afraid of loud noises, so you can imagine mama's surprise when I sat out on the deck on Independence Day with all the fireworks going off near and far. It was loud but very beautiful, and I wasn't scared at all.
I was very lucky that mama and daddy began letting me travel with them. The first time I went I was healthy, but after that I wasn't very well, and mama and daddy wanted me with them so they could take care of me, spend quality time with me, and make sure I got my medicine. I didn't mind at all riding in daddy's big noisy truck. Mama would sit in the middle and strap my carrier in on the passenger side, and away we would go. I mostly slept while we were on the road. When we made camp, I became queen of the camper.
I even got to go to Virgelle in the fall with mama and daddy and stay in a cabin. The cabin was called the Little Mosier, and it was very small. The bed was big and high with a patchwork quilt on it. From the bed I could see out all the windows and the screen door.
One fall it was very hot during our stay. Mama and daddy went out to do their photo shoot in costume. When they came back, they were very hot and tired, and they could see I was too hot too. I had a huge basket that mama called my "baskette." Mama and daddy put me in the basket and took me out onto the porch in the shade, and mama wet a washcloth and stroked it over my fur. It felt wonderful, and the breeze cooled me right off. Within minutes we all felt better.
That evening a storm came up. As it got dark, mama and daddy and I sat out on the porch and watched the clouds gather. The lightning in the distance looked like fireworks. Then the thunder began to rumble, and mama and daddy and I went inside where we continued to watch the storm. It got closer and closer, and the wind came up. The thunder began to crack, and lightning split the black sky. Finally, mama and daddy had to shut the door. Inside the cabin we were snug and safe, and we could still watch the magic of the lightning from the windows. Slowly the storm blew over us and then moved on to the southeast, and all was quiet again.
Every year on my birthday, I spend part of the day thinking about my life with mama and daddy. All in all, I was one of the luckiest kitty girls in the world.
When I had to leave, I knew mama and daddy needed kitty company, so I used my angel powers and sent Gunnarr to them. Then later when I saw a little girl kitty who looked a lot like me, I knew she needed mama and daddy, so I sent her too.
Birthday celebrations at the bridge are heavenly, so I'm off to enjoy my day.