Thank you all

Yes I want to thank you all for my rosettes and Stars.. Mom is smiling since the memory remains.Purrs to everyone from Heaven

Links (2)

There are some links between me and Zephyr.. I sent him. He was born the same day as I passed away,--Toussaint's Day--he was the only one of the litter also, and he cannot stand dogs, even if mom tries to do her best for him not to fear them..He also brings back balls and toys as I did..He comes on mommsie's lap when she is ill, he is a very affectoniate cat.

Simoun

After dear Miro passed the Bridge my mommsie wanted a pal for me. she rescued a little shivering thing in a wild garden ,in which a whole bunch of kittens could be found.She took him because he had a eye infection and should be the last to be adopted because of that. But he was wild sometimes. Two months after,there was the day he did something wrong we even don't remember what she then shouted after him he fled away as soon as the door was opened. She felt so guilty for having shouted.. He never came back. but as he fled he was in an healthy condition so he may have survived.
She tried by all means to find him back. Then 3 months later she had a call for Woody's adoption. She gave up finding Simoun back and thus accepted.
But I still think Simoun was an alley cat and did not want to be indoors. Some cats are like that .

You may wonder

About what happened to my other lost son. Well he fell in a cave and had one of his back legs broken . The man he had been given to was poor but kind hearted so he payed the expensive operation . but shortly after did the poor cat got lost. Never saw him again. there were a lot of cars and alley cats and dogs.don't think he managed it out, even if I'd loved to.Heaven is big,our paths may only cross later. His name was Zebulon.
Again fate.

Links

Me and my mom were linked. Each time I gave birth,both in the middle of the night, even if I did not make a noise she woke up and each time saw all my babies coming out. She even helped me giving birth to Miro,who was very big and had his tail coming out first,not the head. She delicately took the tiny tail, afraid of breaking it,and as I pushed grab the rear little paws and made him out. She waited an hour before doing it because she was so afraid to break the tail or one back leg. But I looked at her in such a way she understood and dared. She then decided this kitten will be the one I would have for company,as I was alone by the time ans so sad when the two kittens of my first litter were given away.
This little brat always wanted to go in the living room even with his eyes still closed,so he often knocked at the walls or furniture with his head. In everyday french the word miro (name of a great painter) also mean "nearly blind" so the pun was so funny the name was found!
He was the only long-haired of the litter. He passed the Bridge before me.
Time for a rest now. Mom is ready to make his page. Hope she won't cry like she did yesterday when she tried to scan his pictures.
Purrs,

First page

It's very difficult to begin since I lived lot of things. my mom will from now on tell some anecdotes in the way they come back. first of all you may wonder about my son's story. his page will come up soon.

I was a very good mother,and very trustful to humans since I kept on bringing on mom's bed my beloved kittens. I also kept on meowling on incoming people until they went to the back room to see how cute they were. Then I milked and toiletted them peacefully.
I've had two litters.
Two of my babies have already rejoined me. that's fate.

I'll write more later I'll need a rest now to think about how telling more about me and my life.