Wow, I got presents

I am such a happy kitty angel today. I got gifts for Valentine's Day. I didn't have a furever home and died a violent death, but the friends I've made though Catster really make the lady who did my page happy. So, thank you to everyone who included me in this special holiday.

My memorial service

Wednesday night was my memorial service, if you can call it that. The catster lady and man, along with Hilde (my boat mom) and a woman they called Karen (or Crayon something) all came down to the dock and dropped flowers into the water by where they found my body. They took a moment of silence and hugged a lot too. I hated seeing all of them cry and be so sad. In my short life they were the best humans I think I ever met, especially Hilde. She really watched out after me and gave me food, water and a safe place to sleep. Karen printed out my catster page and gave it Hilde to remember me by. That was so nice. And catster lady found the person who makes our wings, so I'll be getting them on my page soon. It's a pretty day, so I think I'll send Hilde a sunbeam to try to cheer her up.

They found my body today

Today, the woman who lived on the boat, along with my Catster mom and dad found my body in the river. Two days ago I didn't go back on the boat after my potty trip. They have been worried about me and were unable to find me last night. Of course, it was dark and where I was found, I was very hard to see even in the daylight.

My catster dad was the one who saw me and he almost didn't let catster mom lady come down, but he'd only met me one time and she and the boat woman were needed to identify my body.

I had been in the shallow water for two days, but it was me. I was just about to go to a furever home too. The catster lady had two folks who wanted me and she was checking them out. I was a black kitty afterall and catster lady said she had to be very careful finding me a home.

I'm so sad because I loved the boat lady and was excited about going to a furever home. Now the catster woman says I've got my wings. I would have rather had a home since I was only two and a half, but I guess it was my time to go the the Bridge.

My page is going to stay as a tribute to me though. That makes me happy. I just wish catster mom lady could quit crying. She has all these guilt feelings about not finding me a home quick enough and also thinks someone who was mad at her may be responsible for hurting me. Please purr for her if you read this because she can't sleep without seeing images of me floating in that muddy water. I am trying to tell her I'm at peace, but I must not be getting through.