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.
April 1st 2013 12:25 pm
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Even though it's still early, spring is springing in Big Sky Country. The birds are singing and fighting for mates, mama's flowers including my little rosy pussytoe plant are beginning to poke through the cold ground, the grass is greening, and the sunshine is warm again.
Gunnarr and Peekie are so excited to see the new camper. I always loved traveling with mama and daddy, and Gunnarr and Peekie are following in my paw prints. At first Peekie wasn't too sure about riding in daddy's big noisy truck, but she gets more confident with each trip.
I wish I had had a pet stroller. Mama and daddy both agree I would have loved going for rides around the neighborhood. That said, I am happy that Gunnarr and Peekie have the opportunity to be traveling cats just like me and even happier they can go for strolls around the campgrounds in their stroller.
I enjoy watching from the bridge as the two kits discover new things and become more worldly. I chose Gunnarr for mama and daddy because I knew he would be a good traveling companion. Peekie was a bit of a wild card, but I was pretty sure she could learn to be worldly too, and she has proved to be a brave little girl.
What mama and daddy don't know is that on every trip, I'm along for the ride, watching and making sure everyone stays safe. They can't see me, but I'm always there.
The new camper is beautiful, and mama has been doing a great job decorating except...what's up with the jackalope in the bedroom?
February 15th 2013 12:06 pm
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Oh, my, thanks to everyone who gave me boxes of candy for Valentine's Day. Here at the bridge, we can eat as many chocolates as we want and never gain an ounce. My favorites are the catnip filled dark chocolates. I'm sharing with all the wonderful angels at the bridge, and we are getting nipped out.
Thanks again for thinking of me. It was a wonderful Valentine's Day at the bridge.
December 20th 2012 11:24 am
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Well, OK; we do sleep but they are only catnaps, and there are always angels on duty. It is sad to see so many tragic and violent events during this holiday season, but know that cat angels can comfort animals and humans alike, and we are always there guiding, comforting, and watching over those below. You may not be able to see us, but we are always there. When you feel a breeze on your cheek or hear a gentle rustling sound, angels are near. Believe, believe...
November 5th 2012 5:27 pm
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Tomorrow will be my third Bridge Day. Mama has tried not to be sad, but she spent a lot of time today thinking about our time together. Ten years seemed to fly by for both of us.
Mama's heart was broken when I had to leave her and daddy, but she was so grateful to have had me for her beautiful little girl. Mama and daddy both know their lives were better for me being in them.
Mama always says that sending Gunnarr to her and daddy was my little joke. Oh, my; he was a wild child! He has grown up and settled down some, but he is still a boy...
I knew mama needed another fluffy girl, but Peekie wasn't born yet when I had to leave. Later I guided mama to the photo of sweet little Peekie, and she fell in love. Yes, it was partly because Peekie looked so much like me as a kitten, but mama knew even then that Peekie is not me. After all, there could only be one Miss Muppet.
Mama fought with herself, but she couldn't resist Peekie, so finally she asked daddy if he thought they could travel with two kitties. Daddy thought about it for awhile and then said he could fix the truck so two kitties could ride in their carriers.
When mama called about Peekie, she worried that someone else had applied to adopt her. Not one single person had even inquired about the beautiful little kitten, so mama adopted Peekie, changing her name from Petunia to Peekaboo.
Goodness, that's when things got interesting. I was almost worn out from watching over the two kittens. Gunnarr was wild and crazy and completely infatuated with Peekie. Under my careful guidance, the two kittens soon became very close. I love to watch them wrestle, snuggle, and bathe each other.
The most wonderful thing is the change it made in mama and daddy. They both think about me often, and there is a huge picture of me in the living room, but now they mostly remember the happy times. They also love and cherish Gunnarr and Peekie the same way they cherished me.
My first assignment as an angel was a tough one, but I kept working until I got things just right. Two wonderful kitties have a forever home, and mama and daddy have two beautiful kitties to love and care for.
March 21st 2012 11:56 am
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It was a huge surprise for mama to come to Catster this morning and find out I'm now an Angel Dreamgirl. Thanks to the anonny-mouse kitties for my dreamgirl picture. Peekie says pink is her color, but it was mine before it was hers. Mama always said I looked stunning in pink, and I have to say it's...TRUE! Thanks also to anonny-mouse for using mama's all-time favorite picture of me.
Although my time on earth wasn't long enough, I was beautiful, special, and most of all, I was loved and cared for my entire life. First I was loved by my kitty mama who took very good care of me. Then I was loved by a little girl who considered me hers and cried when it was time for me to go to my forever home. Then I was loved, spoiled, and cared for by my mama. And finally, I was loved, spoiled, and cared for by my daddy. In my entire life, I never knew hunger or fear. I was cherished by everyone I knew including my doctor, Dr. Unkl Mike, who choked up when mama presented him with a picture book of my life.
My life on earth was wonderful, and my life here with all of God's other special kitties is wonderful. We want for nothing and can watch over and occasionally visit our families. Although we can't be physically with those who loved us so, we are always with them in their memories and in their hearts. All is as it should be...
December 21st 2011 6:37 pm
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And so it came to pass that a husband and wife journeyed to a small town called Bethlehem, as the king had decreed that all the people stand to be counted in the small towns and teeming cities from whence they came. The journey was long and hard for both, but especially for the young wife, who was very near to bringing her firstborn son into the world.
When they at last reached the crowded and noisy town, the expectant father searched hurriedly for a place for them to rest and where the child could safely be born. But at every door, he was told there was no available room. Finally, an old inkeeper, though having no space left in his inn, took pity on them and offered them shelter in the small stable used by his animals.
It was there that the child was born, surrounded by beasts of the field. As the night cold grew, the baby fretted and cried while his parents pondered how to make him comfortable. His father tried stuffing straw into the open places in the walls, and his mother tried warming him with her meager wrappings. But still, the baby cried on.
All the while, a tiny kitten watched from the corner. "Of course the little baby is cold," she thought. "It has no fur to keep it warm! I will give it mine, and I will lullaby-purr it to sleep."
A little jump brought the kitten into the manger where the baby lay. There, she quietly gave her humble gift of warmth and love, gently stretching out her thin, fragile little body over the baby's, careful to cover all but the infant's face. The crying was soon replaced by soft purrs and coos, and slowly, the infant smiled.
As Mary, the new mother, witnessed this gift to her child, she touched the little cat's forehead.
"Thank you, Little Tabby, for your gift of love and warmth. As a sign of my grateful blessing, you and all your descendents will forevermore carry my initial on your forehead."
And to this day, tabby cats are known by the remarkable "M" on their foreheads, and by their extraordinary gifts of love, so gently given.
November 8th 2011 11:13 am
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Jeepers, thanks diary girl, for making me one of the daily diary picks today.
I had a quiet Bridge Day on Sunday. It was the second anniversary of my journey, and I was watching mama and daddy closely to be sure they were doing OK. Mama had already shed her tears a few days before as she realized my day was coming up. Daddy has really deep feelings, but he doesn't always say much. They both seemed to be doing OK, but I whispered secret things to both Gunnarr and Peekie to make sure they kept mama and daddy occupied. I have to say they did a really great job of that. They entertained mama and daddy with their antics and also just a bit of naughtiness. They never get into much trouble anyway; it seems the older mama gets the more lenient she is, and the kits are only 2-ish now, still kittens in some ways.
Now it's back to my regular duties as an angel.
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