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A Day In The Life Of A Princess

My First Birthday at the Bridge

Today would have been my 16th birthday on Earth!
Like I've said before, for a kitty who has had many adventures, that's quite a feat...

Although my mum would dearly love to have celebrated with me as an earth kitty with all the usual treats and hugs and kisses, she has to content herself with memories of how I used to be.

I watched her water my garden today, and smile through the tears as she remembered me. This morning I watched my dad stoke my purple trankie blankie where I used to lay (next to him) and wish aloud that I was still there...

These things are normal for humans, I have learned. But my mum also knows that it was me who paid her a special visit the other day, me who meowed my special meow so she would turn around, and glimpse me out of the corner of her eye, sitting upon the bed in my usual place. I made sure to vanish when she looked again, mol.

So you see, being an angel has its advantages! Today at the Bridge I spent my earth-birthday chasing clouds and other angels, and zooming down to watch my family.

Thank you all for not forgetting me.It has touched my mum's heart deeply to know how much you all care, and to read the lovely messages and rosies I have received today.

I am still here mum, dad, special friends... I will never be far away from your hearts.
Love,
Missy angel
xxx

Today is the first day of my tenth life

It's a long, long time since I made a diary entry, but I feel today - the first day of my tenth life - is a good one to say a few things.

First of all, last night I flew very fast to the Rainbow Bridge. No one knew I was about to go, least of all me. I rarely if ever went near the road (which is relatively quiet) but for some reason last night I did. I didn't see the car and the driver didn't see me. Nuff said. It was very quick, and before I knew it, I was up above my house looking down on my family. What a great view!!! I always liked high vantage points, so this is very cool. From here I can see everything and watch over everyone, feline and human.

My mum and dad are devastated and weren't ready for me to leave, I know, but I want them to remember me the way I was. And for this reason (and in case some of you reading this didn't know me very well) I have decided to "tag" myself so everyone can be reminded of what a great girl I was.

Here are numerous things (charming and not-so-charming!) about me - Missy, the Caribbean Princess:

1) I was almost 16 years of age! When you've had as many adventures as I had, that's quite a feat. My vet was quite shocked when mum reminded him of my age during my last check-up
2) I was born on a beach in the Cayman Islands, and moved countries twice (yes, I have air miles)
3) I was a Diva! I particularly enjoyed hissing at all the other cats from my favorite spot on dad's sofa as they went by. I particularly loved to torment Caney
4) Tyler was my brother and best friend (still is, nothing will ever change that). He was the only one that didn't get a hiss. In fact, I hung my whole world on him
5) Wherever Tyler chose to sleep, that's where you would find me - usually on top of him. He was a great bodywarmer!
6) Being a Diva, I decreed that Tyler had to wash me morning, noon and night. And being the sweetheart that he is, of course he obliged
7) I loved the new landscaping in my back yard (yes mine). Tyler and I would lie for hours on a chair by the babbling water feature, listening to the soothing sounds. Very fitting for a Princess
8) I was VERY pretty! People would stop and say "what a beautiful cat!" I was a real chocolate-box girl and that's how I want to be remembered
9) I loved Petrie. He was the one who sent me my beautiful purple trankie blankie which I loved very much
10) I used to sleep on my mum and dad's bed every night, without fail. Just lately I had started to sleep on my mum's pillow above her head, and I would gently knead her scalp and purr in her ear until she went to sleep. I would almost always still be on the bed to greet mum when she woke up
11) Mum and dad thought they might lose me a year or so ago. I caught Tyler's "mystery illness" and seemed to be fading very fast. One visit to the vet and I changed my mind!
12) I could sing! In fact I was quite operatic, whether it was the Italian National Anthem, the Vonage song or any other tune my dad chose to whistle, I would always sing along at the top of my voice! Mum has it on video, and although it's very dark, maybe she will post it again for old time's sake
13) I lurved to be brushed. When the brush or zoom groom came out, I would go into a frenzy, rolling all over the place. Once you started, you were not allowed to stop until I said so
14) My favorite group is Olde Furts. Although Tyler is almost always the family spokescat, I was always there looking over his shoulder. Who knows, maybe now I will join a rainbow group so I can talk to some of my old freinds who are already angels
15) I was a very finicky eater. Sometimes I liked the blue Fancy Feast can, sometimes the green, sometimes none. I kept mum on her toes every day! However I lurved the fatty pieces in the chicken that my doggie brother Pooh has for dinner, and I always, always got a little of it at cocktail time as my special treat.
16) I was always polite at meal times. I would sit on the counter and wait my turn. Perhaps I was deciding whether or not to approve of that day's menu selection (who knows, I'm never going to tell!)
17) I often mistook Clyde for Tyler. If Clyde was sleeping, I would jump up and cuddle in, not realizing my mistake until it was too late. As soon as I realized it was not my beloved Tyler, I would give a big old hiss and maybe a swat before jumping down. Poor Clyde... he was always so bewildered about that
18) It took 18 months before I decided to accept my dad... he worked so hard to win me over, but true to my Princess demeanour, I resisted him as long as I possibly could. Finally, one day, I decided enough was enough, and jumped onto his lap as if it was no big deal. From that day on, I was a daddy's girl through and through. My dad will miss me terribly and today is a very sad day for him
19) For a while I went through a phase of peeing on the bath mat. That shag pile was so gooooood! The new one just wasn't the same to me and I reverted back to my litter box. It was just a fad!
20) I used to like to lay in the planter in front of my front door. Unfortunately the plants didn't like it much, but I really thought it was made for me. After all, it's round, cat sized, and has a great vantage point. Who knew?

Of course there is much, much more to me than these 20 facts, but this will suffice for now. It's been very hard for mum to write this so soon, but therapeutic too. It's good to remember things the way they were before the hurt started. Please purr and pray for them. I am the first fur-kid they have lost together as a family, and mum is heartbroken to lose her girl who has been such a huge part of her life for so long.

My earthly remains are now buried in a good sunny spot in the garden, and soon a lovely flower will grow there in my memory. It won't be long until I am testing my new wings and visiting everyone to say thank you for all the lovely messages of condolence and gifts. What my family would do without you all, I just don't know. Until then my friends, adieu from this little Princess.

Love,
Missy
xxx

Little Ole Me Again?

I can't quite believe my eyes... I've been picked again! Or perhaps I'm still a little worse for wear after the great big Olde Furts' birthday pawty, and I'm hallucinating...

Nope, it's real, and my lovely friend Wally and his family made me a badge to prove it!

It's a wonderful thing to bask in the limelight, especially when one is a an Olde Furt like me (but then again I don't look a day over 7, and I can still vault the garden gate as well as the youngsters). But you know, it's also an opprtunity to do nice things for other cats, so for anycat reading this, I hope you don't mind me climbing up on my soap box and asking you to:

1) Purr for the family of our dear friend Jesse James who just crossed the Bridge
2) Purr for the errant Mr D to come HOME already!
3) Purr for Isaac, who is bravely battling his sickness
4) Visit the forum thread for sick kitties, administrated by our lovely Hazel Lucy, and leave a little purr for evey other cat and family who needs them.

Thanks dear friends!
*Climbs down off soap box and sauters to the couch for a well-earned nap*