December 20th 2012 3:15 pm
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I miss you helping me with the tree.
December 6th 2012 4:53 pm
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She was created from the remains of the day
Her coat looked like an accident I must say
God had created with care using the colors He had
And then said to Himself do I God, do I God even dare
He poured the paints together and thought about a cat
Put her in and round and round she spun in the vat
When the litter was born, they were quite a sight to see
Because even though a mixture, they were all so pretty
There was a black one as dark as night and a yellow tabby too
But the most magnificent one’s colors had skewed hues
Was she a patched yellow tabby, a calico, or a tortoise shell, oh drat!
It really doesn’t much matter because on her front paw she had a bottle cap.
The sweetest, friendliest cat you would ever want to meet
Joe was her professional petting tool. He would position his hand
just right and she would rub her cheek and chin in delight.
I would point to my cheek and ask for a kissy and she would give me one.
She never begged at the table.
She loved to give you love nips on your head
She was very independent but would come when you called her.
She had a white patched tortoise shell coat with yellow tabby stripes
Her tongue was like sandpaper and she loved to lick you.
She had a little sassy, prancy walk
She loved to snuggle and cuddle
She love to lay next to you or on you
At night when I would recline she would settle in and sleep with me
She enjoyed sitting in the top of her perch
She was a living barometer
She loved being combed
She loved her scratchy pad
She enjoyed eating the grass between the slats
I don’t ever remember her making a mess in the house
She loved her toys
She loved the treats
She would stand up on her hind legs and paw at the door when she would see you coming and act like you had been gone for weeks—so delighted to see you.
When you opened the door, she would step over the threshold and put one paw out and that was the extent of her exploration – she did not want to leave me.
She got along with all the cats
She liked Midnight and I would occasionally see her grooming him.
She rarely went into the bathroom.
She didn’t start trouble but wouldn’t put up with any either
She was a young mother; had three kittens. Two were adopted out and I kept Baby Baby.
She was a very devoted mother wore herself out skin and bones I really was concerned for her life. She trusted me never threatened me when I handled her kittens. It’s a potty not a party.
When she weened Baby Baby and he would try to nurse she would jump high out of reach
When he got older and stronger and wanted to play she would bat him and hiss to deter him – he was too strong for her
A sweet cat with beautiful green eyes and magnificent whiskers.
In the end she spent a lot of time in the bed room with Joe.
A short life only 8 years old and taken by cancer of the pancreas.
I hate cancer.
It was a clear warm day that Mommie Mommie died.
I love you Mommie Mommie, will always love you; you will never be forgotten.
February 24th 2008 12:59 pm
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There is nothing so sweet than when Mommie Mommie approaches me, says her sweet "meow" and then raises up on her hind legs for me to pick her up and hold her so she can cuddle and nuzzle.
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