Joy Bean


American Shorthair
Picture of Joy Bean, a female American Shorthair

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Home:Reston, VA/Bowling Green, VA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female

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Nicknames:
Joy Beans, Beans, Beaners, Beanie Bicycles, Joy-Joy, Beany Burrito, Joy Toy

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

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Quick Bio:
-pound cat-cat rescue

Birthday:
April 14th 1990

Coloration:
Calico

Likes:
Sleeping, purring, and being rubbed

Pet-Peeves:
None, she was a very agreeable cat

Favorite Toy:
When she was younger, she chased a ping pong ball around in the bathtub.

Favorite Nap Spot:
The window sill, or out on the deck

Favorite Food:
Turkey

Skills:
She used to break up fights between the other animals. She was also very adept at purring and drooling at the same time.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Joy was one of two cats adopted from the Humane Society as part of a 2 for 1 deal. We didn't notice her at first because she was so quiet, but she kept sticking her paws out of the cage at us. Finally, we took the hint that she wanted us to be her family, so we granted her wish. We had her until she passed away on Feb. 19, 2005.

Bio:
Full name: Joy "Beans" Olivia. Best friend: Charlie. Astrological sign: Aries. Favorite NFL team: None (unless there's a team out there called the "Plaid Bunnies"). Instruments played: Flute, piccolo. Voted: Prettiest eyes, Most conservative. Originally called Sally, the H.S. rescued her from an abusive and neglectful home. She was only a little over a year old and already pregnant. She truly is a Cinderella story: from rags to riches! I invented a game to play with her called "Kiss her orange spots." (The object of the game is pretty self-explanatory!) Of course, she loved playing it. So, when she died, I made sure to play it one last time before she was buried.

Forums Motto:
I love you even more from Heaven

The Groups I'm In:
# ♪ Classical Cats & Canines ♫, ♥ The Pet Poetry Group ♥, **J**Kittys**, 6 or more kitties, College Football Fans, Calico Owners & Lovers~, Cool Cat College Football, Friends of The Tortie Girls, Lolkittehs (& Doggehs), NW Ohio Cats for Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy!!!, Oceanic Flight 815 and other flights, Ohio Cats, The NFL Fan Club, ^^^Angels from above^^^

Animal Alter Ego:
Bunny

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 31st 2005 More than 8 years!

I Was In The:
Catster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
188878


Meet my family
Kirby BrandyKoivuKia
AriaBroSonniVelvet
Baby EponineMichaelCharlieKisses
MadisonKenzi

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The Calico Patch


Immortalized and Anthologized

January 29th 2008 6:26 am
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Wow, it's almost been a year since my last diary entry was written. I guess bridge life takes up more time than you'd think.
I just wanted to write to tell everyone I still love them very much and I'm thinking about them. I thought about everyone a lot on Sunday, especially, mainly because I knew they were thinking about me. April was up all night (literally! She finished at 6am!) putting together a "Definitive Pet Anthology" (i.e. all the footage shot of us over the last 5 1/2 years). Most of the footage was shot for no reason, other than they knew they would want to watch it one day when we're all on the bridge and it's the only legacy they'll have left of us. My mommy had a hard time watching my footage. She misses me lots and lots, but she also still feels really bad that they couldn't do more for me after I got sick. I don't want her to feel bad and to cry everytime she sees pictures of video of me. That's not what I would've wanted on earth and it's not how I want to be remembered from the bridge. I hated it when people were sad. I'd go sniff them to see if they were OK and rub my face against theirs while purring and drooling on them.
I had such a good heart! I was not only loving but loved beyond measure. Instead of feeling guilty that they couldn't perform miracle surgery to prolong my life, I want them to think about how much they loved me and cared for me and make my life worth living in the first place. They rescued me from a life on the streets and gave me a home for 13 years. That's nothing to feel guilty about! I really hope one day they'll watch my anthology all the way through and only cry tears of happiness.

 

Joyful, Joy-ful

March 15th 2007 7:16 pm
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I finally got reunited with my brother Charlie last weekend! I feel like I've been on the bridge forever sometimes, and I really miss all my old companions from pre-bridge life. I have a little more company now, with Bro, Velvet, Brandy, and now Charlie. But I still miss my family. I just wish I could pop back down there from time to time to say hi to them, just to let them know I'm doing well. I hope they realize I'm still watching over them from up here in heaven, and now that so many of my friends have joined me, they'll be even better protected! Charlie was a good brother (he and I got along pretty well, and I was pretty much afraid of everything else). I'm glad to have him here with me again!

 

Wishing I was Somehow Here Again

November 22nd 2006 6:56 pm
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My family was watching old videos of me the other day, back before I got sick. I looked so bright and vibrant and colorful! My fur markings really popped out on camera! It's almost like you could reach through the TV screen and pet me! I wonder if my family can still remember what it felt like to pet me. It seems those memories become so distant so fast. That's one reason my aunt April shot so much video footage of us: She knew our days on earth are numbered and when we're gone, you can never have too much footage to remember us by. I know I'm greatly missed and if I could step down from the Rainbow Bridge to tell my family I'm OK, I would. But, I just have to be content to let the other animals try to tell them for me.

 
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