"Angel Jezebel ~ 1967-1980 ~ Love Lives On"
"Jezebel with Mom, spring 1968, about 6 months old"
"In Ontario, spring 1969"
"About six years old, settled in after the cross-country move"
"At 11 years old, teaching the next generation to be caring to animals."
"Our first Cat of the Day badge from Cat Channel."
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December 6th 1967
October 11th 1970
When my first child started crawling -- that waving plume of a tail right at eye level was just too much to resist. Jezebel was pretty patient about that, considering she was over 10 by then.
** With Angel Pierre, plays with the Rodent Rippers Mouse Hockey Team **
Mom used to buy her raw liver & freeze it in individual servings. Jezy loved that so much that one day she filched the little package from the counter where it was thawing, worked the tinfoil wrapping open, and had a feast.
In her younger years she was a prolific catcher of flies. The clubfoot paw was a very effective weapon.
Jezebel was born in the outskirts of Belleville, Ontario, where a kind woman found her with her mother and littermates just after a cold spell in the middle of November 1967. Historical weather records say that for four days temperatures rarely rose above freezing and dipped as low as 6 degrees F. There were 5 inches of snow on the ground, winds gusting up to 40 mph and Jezebel & her siblings would have been about 4 weeks old. The kind woman took the kitty family in and gave them warmth, shelter, and veterinary care, but the exposure had already cost cost Jezebel and another of her siblings an outer ear, Jezebel lost toes on one foot and an eye infection left her with a permanent bald patch around one eye. Early in December the mother cat was killed on the road, and the woman advertised the kittens “free to good home”
About this time, about a year after losing my beloved Pierre, my parents finally gave in to my pleading for another cat & had found this lady's ad. When I saw the little ball of tortoiseshell fluff the missing ear and deformed paw didn’t matter, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My Dad tried to change my mind, but it was love at first sight and I knew that the other kittens would be much more likely to find a home than this little one. When we got her home, my Mom said "she looks like she's full of attitude" and promptly dubbed the new arrival "Jezebel".
It was the beginning of 12 ½ years together that included many moves, including one across the country. Jezebel was with me through my teenage years, marriage and my first two children before it came time to say goodbye, much too soon. But love lives on.
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December 6th 2015 1:13 pm
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There I was playing with my siblings at the house we’d been living in since a nice lady brought us in out of the snow. We were all still wondering where our fur mom went, but we were happy and scampering around on the floor when in came the nice lady followed by a bald guy and a red-headed little girl.
They looked at all of us, and the little girl played with us and held us all, but I could tell she liked ME the very best. She said she’d never seen a kitty who was so many different colours all at once! Not so much the bald guy, he thought cats should have more ears than I did, and he worried about the goop that was still dribbling out of my eye and the medicine I still needed for it. Truth be told, I think he worried that I might die on them and he didn’t want his little girl to be sad like she was after she lost Angel Pierre, so I guess I can cut him some slack for that. But he liked his little girl and I’m the one that they ended up bringing home. When the little girl’s mother saw my sorry little self she said “THAT’S what she picked out?”, but she got to like me too. I grew and was a healthy kitty the whole rest of my life!
If there had been such a thing as Facebook back then, that little girl would have had me all over it. I’d have probably had my own website even, with friends from all over the world! But all I really wanted was a loving forever home, and I certainly got that. ~~ ♥ Angel Jezebel ♥
May 31st 2015 8:25 pm
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It may have been 35 years ago, but my crossing is actually the one that Mom has had the hardest time dealing with. I wasn’t able to cross the Bridge from the arms of someone who loved me, the way Angels Smokey & Mallow were privileged to do. I had no homecoming day the way they did, with a pretty urn to watch over my family from the top of the bookshelf. The way circumstances were at the time, Mom didn’t even get to bury me. She had to hug me goodbye and leave me, and that always bothered her.
So today she did something strange. She printed out the nice new picture she made for me, took some roses and drove out to find a place she hasn’t been since that day so long ago. The building is gone now, so she laid roses as close as she could find to the last spot we were together on this earth. Then she took out my picture, laid it on the front seat and told me she was bringing me home. When we got here, she laid another rose in the front flower bed and added my picture to the ones of Angels Smokey & Mallow that hang above their urns.
I want to share the song that has been going through my Mom's head all through this day ~~
" ... Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all
"And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance"
Believe me, it WAS a beautiful dance. And now, it feels like I am really & truly home again. -- Angel Jezebel
May 20th 2014 12:16 pm
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No pictures can be found of this little one, who did not live long on this earth (October 1965 – June 15, 1966) but left lasting memories of soft cuddles, purrs, and happy playtimes. This is a poem our Mom wrote at about 11 years old, in honour of her little guy:
Pierre he came on the 25th
A Christmas present was he
He was black and white with a small moustache
And the tiniest black goatee
He never me-owed, but always me-Awed
And ate his food with his paw
When he did he was the funniest thing
That anyone ever saw
And then one night he stayed out all night
And didn’t even go very far
While crossing the street in front of our house
He was hit and killed by a car
May Pierre rest in peace (he deserves to, you know)
In the yard of the Corby plant
And may his grave remain untouched
By even the tiniest ant.
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