Oh My!

Mom is overwhelmed by the love we have received from our Catster friends. She has not been able to read all of your beautiful messages and gifts yet. She cries and wonders where I am. Like I told Balty, she need not worry as I am everywhere. Thank you. Thank you.

Good Bye

That last entry was written two plus year ago, I think. And I lasted! In good health up to the end. I joined the Great Universal Spirit today. Maximus, my love, my Blue Spaceman, guided my spirit to a place of peace and happiness. I thank all of my friends on Catster, most of whom are now spirits, for sharing their lives with me in happiness and sadness.

A wisened jaded skeptic

I want to thank my Furty Friends who purred for me this past week. Your love has been curative for me and overwhelming for meowme. (BTW, she has a tendency to tear up at any time. I blame it on her lack of education. Poor thing didn't go to finishing school...)

Purrs can be miraculous. Meowme still reels from how certain she was last week that I had seen the end. But I rebounded. This morning I amazed her by jumping up the pedastal sink for a personalized sip of water.

I know purrs have helped other sick, hurt, lost, scared Catsters before. I have earnestly purred for Furts who need help. And I called out in the depth of my despair for help, for the purr of my beloved Catster friends. But I must have been skeptical. I couldn't believe these purrs would actually help me.

The effect of Furtie love can be miraculous. Extraordinary! Please know that your positive healing vibrations helped keep me living. I don't face the wall. I face life!

Purr for Me

p.s.up front: I wrote this poem for my Olde Furts, but I think I'll add it to my page as well. It is easier to say things in rhyme.

At last! Meowmie noticed me
Facing the wall corner distractedly.
I'm on the bed, feeling weak.
I sense nearby angels speak
Aflutter--their comfort palpable and warm,
They help to quell the general alarm...

Now at last I must ask:
Please spend a purr for me.
I'm an aged flirt, so overly weak-knee'd,
I can no longer jump to the bed
And "wobble" is my only form of tread (!)

Meowm decided not to pack me
All betoweled in the wretched bage
That somehow always opens
Upon a cold steel table where the
Impersonal doc makes me shake and yowl
Like a most unbecoming banshee.
I say: Preserve my fainting dignity!

But I won't fade quietly
I want my Furtie Furts
Beside me. We'll not pannick.
Just a calm purr, and wait.
We know who is at the Pearly Gates!

My bed is comfortable.
The water cool.
I dream of angel friends in farwaway
Soft-cloud pools...

Besides, it is 3:00 a.m.
A moment of time given to rhyme
When meowmie can indulge
Her fears and maudlin bent.

When you read this it will be light
Perhaps this darkest part of night
Will prove her fears just a momentary fright.
But I remain to ask:
Please purr to move me toward the light.

I love you all dear furtes.

Your friend,
Elsa

Whispers Tell Me

Whispers Tell Me

Maximus dashed up the Eternal Steps
Without a single plaint
Overjoyed to leave his frailty,
Overcome to meet dear friends
He bowed most exquisitely at the Elysian Gate.

“Come! Come! Dear One” Furty Angels called
Adorned with boas
Laced with silver, All aquiver
Most delighted
Oh, such beauty captured!

Maximus flexed recaptured zest
And paused to laugh and say:
“Let’s re-commence all impishness
This sublime tempo I shall raise!”

Yeowza!
Pizza splat
Howl and yowl
Chase that rat
Remain all boa’d cowled

“Oh, by the way, do they serve oysters here?”

And I?
My Darling is just twentyfour earthly hours gone
And such a whisper I received.
I smile to recall that while
Men plod space through time
We Furts invert it all!

Surprises

Mom and I were looking at my page and found some photo comments! This feature on Catster is so much fun! It's like finding an Easter Egg but even better b/c it doesn't have calories (good for mom that is). I want to thank my friends who have commented. I can't wait to do the same for them.

For Tyler Bombastic

As I join Olde Furts in mourning our charismatic friend Tyler
I bemoan the loss of a great handsome flirt
Who excelled not only in friendship and rhyme
But in dance and jive so as to make us girls shiver.

Can I bear the loss
Of midnight dancing fantastic
Waltzes, the salsa, cha cha and rhumba
With handsome partner Tyler Bombastic?

Forgive my dolorous self pity:
I am nothing but a flirt
Desperate with age
Suffering the loss of
A piece of Heaven on Earth
Known to me as Boomba.

I cheer myself a little to think of
Great dames in the Elysian Fields
Filling their dance cards,
In a rush for a fling with the Bombastic

I see them so clearly:
Scooter and Missy capture the very first waltzes while
Cybil and Amelia expectantly tremble for the next Tango.
Confident Boomer and Peaches excel at the Swing,
Isis and Baby and Edie prefer steamy Caribbean Salsas.

Oh wait, the night is young!
Baby, Egyptian Goddess, presides on her dais
Watching Mr. Skins and HH Penelope await the Fox Trot.
Minxy and Isis crouch ever-alert for the Twist,
And, you know it!, beautiful Isaac commands the Disco!

Champagne glistens in crystal flutes
Fine Tuxedo'd Furtes ( I see Alex and Simon!)
Pass chicken puree on toast and Mackerel souflee.
The only thing missing is pee pads, Imagine!

Ah, what relief is provided by the mind's dreams.
Tyler we miss you dear friend.
Let's all raise a toast to Fine Olde Furtes
In Heaven and temporarily here on Earth!

TAG!

I was tagged by the Pirate Morgan:

The rules for this game:

. Name 4 Jobs that you have
. Name Places that you have lived
. Name Places You would rather be
. Name 4 friends to tag and send them pawmail directing them
to your diary

4 JOBS

1. Meowm's best friend
2. Trainer of children not to shout (otherwise I attack)
3. Looking good!
4. Making sure at least one faucet is on "Drip" all the time

4 PLACES I LIVED

1. Chesapeake Bay area of Maryland, where I was born
3. Washington, D.C
4. New York, NY

PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE

1. With Maximus in Bethel Connecticut.

I TAG

1. Maximus
2. Chrissy
3. Arnold
4. Cybil

My Captain

My Captain

As we cross unknown seas
Captain Arnold guides our ship.
He pacifies the tallest waves and
Challenges the slightest breeze!

Fervently adored by all the crew
He maintains a course most true.
We are lost without his brilliance
Like an eight ball without a cue!

How the ladies flush and murmur
Excited by Arnold's dashing glance!
The seas are calm, the night is clear
Might he join us for a dance?

The music seems to brighten
As Arnold majestically appears,
We crane our necks to see him as he
Waltzes with Chrissie, his love most dear.

This endless sea reminds us
That Olde Furts are short on time
But we rejoice in Friendship
Celebrating each other along with silly rhymes!

Are we the stuff of dreams?
I wonder off and on.
But this I'm sure of knowing: Captain Arnold
Leads us onward calmly greeting a new Dawn!

My Maximus

A flash, a molten breath of gold
Streaks Maximus like Apollo bold
Raising Dawn from Night's dreary cold.
My Bright Love, you have brought
An end to dreary cramped aged thoughts.

My blood runs warm and warmer still
I wake to taste the lingering thrill
Of dreams of you chasing over merry hills.
We romp like kittens, dance like youths
And share a smile knowing Love' s Truth.

We shall waltz until the End of Time
Tending our Love, forever Sublime
You are my Maximus! So Divine
I revel to know that you are all Mine!