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Happy Birthday "My Lísta Pie"

February 27th 2013 12:28 pm
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Happy Birthday my sweet baby girl. I can hardly believe you’re 14 today. I remember when you were so tiny and I brought you home that first day: Your eyes were still blue, your ears were so huge, and you were so, so LOUD. In fact, your complete and utter lack of volume control is one of the things that made me bring you home with me. I was not looking for a kitty that day. I was not looking for a kitty that week or even year... When I left the house that day I didn’t warn Fig that he would soon have a little sister, because I didn’t know. I didn’t know you were about to find me and snag my heart. When I heard you meowing and MEOWING in that cage--I had to pick you up. Then that purr! Oh my what a purr! You remember the rest too I’m sure. I put you back, you meowed and meowed. I picked you back up, you purred and purred. I put you back AGAIN, not getting the hint. “MEOW, MEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWW.....” So I picked you back up again. More purrs. Then I handed you to your grandma. More purrs. She handed you back to me... I never let go; you had my heart.

Figaro was unamused by my decision to bring you home--that’s for sure. But he got over it. He got over it and came to love you too. He loved to use you as a pillow, and to wrestle with you, and to steel your food. But he loved his little sister. I remember when you two would wrestle (aka "kitty-rumble") and he would lay on his back because you didn’t stand a chance in head-on combat. I remember that you, being a little stinker would slip around him and bite his paws because he didn’t like his paws being touched. Kitty Christmases were always the best. You two would play and play with your new toys and try to steel treats from each other. ...I remember when you got sick and starting having so much trouble breathing. I thought I would have him with me longer than I would have you even though he was five years your senior... Now you are 14, exactly the age he was when I lost him to the bridge. We were so lucky to have you there. You laid with him constantly when he was sick. I remember how you tried to tell me to let him go--you bit me when I was treating him. It made me cry and cry, but you were right. I remember when I did let him go, you hissed and ran away. I know those were kitty tears.

When I brought you home that Spring day, how could I have ever known you’d be such a momma’s girl? I am honored and humbled by the knowledge that you love me so deeply...that no one else would ever have the same place in your heart that I do. I can certainly say no one would ever have the same place in my heart as you do, but all my fur babies have their own place. What is different about you is that I have never had a fur-baby whom I felt so much love from. Especially knowing that others do not get that same love from you--just me. I know that you don’t like your world as much without me in it. That is scary. That is scary and wonderful to be needed so much. I know I wouldn’t like my world as much without you in it.

I could buy a car with the money I’ve spent on you in vet bills. I have a car, but I would rather walk than not have you in my life. I would EASILY make that choice. My point is I don’t regret a penny of it. I don’t regret any of the bad times, because they mean I got the good times too. Remember when you were little and were flexing your “muscles” of independence and willfulness? One of your favorite things to do was to get up on a shelf and poise your paw ready to knock down some breakable object. You’d wait for me to look at you and say something. Then it would go... Oh you little stink! I’m glad you grew out of that, but also glad I have the memory of it--because it was only you. I’m glad you never out grew wanting to play with my hair. It’s fun even if I complain that you get it “kitty-spitty.”

My favorite sound in the world is you singing. --Good thing because you keep me awake with it often enough. Your purr, your soft fur, your whiskers in my face, your kneading paws on me, our conversations... all some of my most favorite things about existence.

I hope you enjoy your chicken dinner I’m about to make you, because I enjoy you every day. I enjoy all of our moments and I thank God for you daily.

Thank you for being my special baby girl. Happy Birthday.

Love, Momma

 
Purred by: Beepers (Catster Member)

February 27th 2013 at 3:55 pm

What a sweet beautiful letter to your Calista.

Happy Birthday to you, Calista! Enjoy that chicken dinner and I bet there will be some special 'momma' time for you, too. Have a Happy!
Purred by: Sleeper (Catster Member)

February 27th 2013 at 5:01 pm

Happy Birthday, Calista! Your Mama loves you very much, sweet girl!
Purred by: Skittles Dreamette #10 (Catster Member)

February 27th 2013 at 7:10 pm

Happy Birthday Calista! We love your Mom's letter and are so glad that she shared it with us. She sure loves you so much. Enjoy your dinner.
Purred by: Calie Dreamette #17 (Catster Member)

February 27th 2013 at 8:56 pm

wow what a beautiful story and grand bond your mom and you share! moma loves us all but your story kinda made her eyes get leaky with happiness for yall and it made her think of her time with her Skids kitty that angel has a place in her heart none of us can take. Hope you had a great day and enjoyed your dinner and special mom time.

 

Calísta


 

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