We got an important visitor today

People don't usually get to stay long at the bridge. Usually they stay long enough to pick up their furry friends and we say good-bye until our own people come by for us. But this visitor was different. A lot of dogs, cats, horses, ect named "Neil" got to meet their namesake.

Neil Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon, has passed away today. Dad considers him to be a very important person so I had to see him too. So did a lot of pets of people who liked science. He's still not signing autographs (but none of us know how to read so that's OK).

My Catster page has a song about him called Hope Eyre. It has a video too. I encourage people to watch it.

We will go back, Neil. One day we will go back.

My first gotcha day at the bridge

If I hadn't gone to the bridge this would have been my 6th gotcha day with Dad. I was with him in spirit and helped him get home from visiting his pawents today. He still thinks of me and the times we had. He found out the online game he's played for 8+ years is ending. *boo* *hiss* I remember sitting on my kitty bed next to the computer hanging out with him as he played. Sometimes he would hold me and pet me while playing. Those were good times. It's like when you sit on your people when they watch TV except it's a little noisier and they move a bit more. But he made due and made sure I was the priority.

It's been three months here and I still miss my family. I hang out a lot with the other kitties that have known Dad and his family. There's Opus and Dorthy, Jasper and Cricket, and Wally. The weird thing is all us boy kitties passed from disease while the girl kitties died from old age. We're seeing it as nothing more than a sad coincidence.

6 months

I had to let you go to the bridge 6 months ago, Buddy. I know you didn't want to go. You were loyal and affectionate right to the end. But you were sick and wouldn't get better. We both knew it was better this way than to let you suffer longer. You wouldn't have lasted longer before the cancer caused you to starve to death. I couldn't let that happen. When the vet gave you the final shot you went so quickly. You knew it was OK to go.

I still miss you and thank about you every day. I remember how you waited six months to be adopted and how quickly you adjusted to living with me. I remember how you made biscuits on my arm just two days after arriving. You always greeted me at the door when I got home from work or if I was gone a few hours on errands. We spent hours together happy knowing the other was close by. Sometimes all you wanted was to touch me and know I was there.

I hope you're having fun at the Bridge playing with the other kitties there. I'll never know where you came from or your history. I hope you think of me too.

The girls are getting along better. Lena no longer swipes at Pepi every time she walks by (now it's just half the time). Pepi will sometimes be there at the door when I get home and meow. I haven't added a third kitty yet. You can't be replaced but I have to be sure the girls are well loved and with my work schedule I only have time for two. If you lead a desperate kitty to our home, it will be welcome. I will make the time. But no one will ever replace you.

DDPick Again!

Today I got to be another Daily Diary Pick! Not the main one featured on the front page, but still one of the chosen. One of our new friends was also chosen. Sheela's a lucky kitty. She got rescued twice by the same family. One which took her out of the shelter and again when the later adoption didn't work out. Now she's at home again and getting back to normal. Go on over and say "hi" and tell her humans how wonderful they are.

Dad had to cancel his credit card today. He's had the same number for years and memorized it. But someone got a hold of the information and try to buy chemicals in France! Isn't that cool? Wait, no it isn't cool. Now he has to wait to get the new card and memorize a new number. And he can't get food for the girls until it comes (well he can pay cash but that's a pain). I wonder how they got Dad's information and what they wanted those chemicals for. If this were a movie, it would be one of those cool spy films with gadgets, explosions, pretty women, and a villain who likes to laugh.

Birthday at the bridge

This is my first birthday here at the bridge. I have lots of friends here but I miss my family. I miss being held and petted by Dad. I miss wrestling with my sister and bobbing my other sister on the head with my paw. I see them from my perch and they're getting along. Lena loves her game of "get the ball" when Dad tosses her ball up the stair case and Lena runs after it as it bounces down. They take turns sleeping in the new cat bed. Wish I had one of those but Dad's pillow smells better.

I just wanted to thank everyone who sent their well wishes and say that I miss you all.