She said YES!!!

A little over a month ago, my son in law, Fred's cousin Rose came to the bridge. My daughter, Lucky had a welcome pawty for her, and it was absolutely love at first site. I have been one smitten kitten for the past month. Today, at the double wedding of Abbitibby and Trevor, and Grizzabella and Flannery, I gave Rose a ring and asked her to marry me. SHE SAID YES! I am the happiest kitty at the bridge! I am engaged to the most beautiful kitty I have ever seen...

Letter from Mommy

My dearest Jethro,

10 years ago today you left me - you probably jumped out of the window which should never have been left open in the first place (stupid ex-mother-in-law) probably looking for me because you were my feline soulmate.

I miss you every day, and I love you now as much as I ever did - from the moment you were born. You were stillborn, and your brother was born severely deformed and had to immediately be put down. Since your mommy had to have a hysterectomy, a vet tech decided to see if she could revive you - and there you were. That first night of your life was when you and I bonded, as I walked the floor with you all night because your mommy had a c-section and was really out of it, and did not realize that she had a kitten. Every 20 minutes that night, we trapped Baileys, pinned her down, and plugged you in. Once you were old enough, you never left my side. If I was sitting down, you were in my lap. The night you left, I fought with my ex to not go to dinner at a friend's house - I begged to stay home - it was as if I knew that I should not leave, but he made me go, and we got home so very late, that I didn't realize that you were gone until the next morning when I woke up without you. I looked for you for months, years even...I posted signs, posted your picture at every vets office within 20 miles and checked the shelters and animal control, daily.

10 years, my beloved...and life still isn't the same without you.

Love,

Mommy

Will we ever heal?

Okay - sometimes my mom feels ridiculous about still crying for me 10 years after I disappeared. Is this normal? Is this obsessive? I know that I was her feline soulmate, and that it was completely wrong for me to disappear like that. Since I had brain damage, I wasn't smart enough to make it home by myself...which just hurt mom even more...but 10 years? Does the pain ever end? Will she ever stop crying for me?

My beloved boy

A letter to my beloved boy...

Darling Jethro:

Every day since you left, I have missed you. I have cried for you. It is so wrong that you were taken from me when you were.

Today, I was at the vet's office with your son, and was - by sheer happenstance - suddenly looking at your old chart. I cried like a baby - again...I don't think my tears for you will ever stop. You were my life-love kitty. Other kitties have been special, and I mourn their passing, but you - only you - completely owned my heart. As I write this, I cry yet again, and it doesn't seem right - it seems almost unnatural because you should be here in my lap - like you always were.

Mommy misses you ever day, my love...

My birthday

So, today is my birthday. If alive, I would be 13 years old today. My start was something else. I was born via a ceasarian section and I had one brother. My brother was born alive - with his heart outside his chest - and had to immediately be put down. I, on the other hand, was stillborn, and since my mamakitty, Baileys, had to have an emergency hysterectomy while I was being born, one of the vet techs decided to try to save me. Obviously, she succeeded, but there was a bit of brain damage that never allowed me to purr. That first night was something else. First off, I was the largest newborn kitten that anyone had ever seen. Baileys was not a happy camper because of her surgery, and had to be pinned down every half hour so that the humans could plug me in and give me the much needed milk. Finally, after about 20 hours of this, with humans walking the floor with me between feedings, Baileys came to her senses and became the best mama kitty ever. She was also the lucky one as my Daddy kitty - Petie, wanted to be an active participant in my raising. We were a happy little kitty family for awhile until Petie got out and never came home. He decided he wanted to be an outdoor kitty, and could never be caught. Everyone in the neighborhood knew him, but there was no way of getting hold of him.

I was a good daddy to many litters in my own right. The last litter - the one that brought Kahlua, Lucky, and JJ into the world was the largest, and none of my kittens ever were stillborn or unhealthy until the last litter where Lucky was born with a broken leg.

I disappeared in 1998 on Mother's Day - which has eternally broken mommy's heart. I was last known to be alive in 2ooo, but the woman who told mom that I was in good hands refused to tell her where I lived. I am now believed to be at the bridge with my daughter Lucky, and my mama Baileys. Ironically enough, on October 7, 1998, Baileys crossed the bridge under some tragic circumstances. Mom will never be the same from losing both of us in the same year.

Happy birthday my beloved Jethro - I miss you every day, and still - after 9 years, shed tears for your loss. You were my world and my sanity and nothing has been right since you disappeared. I will always and forever love my boy.