October 6th 2008 1:24 pm
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Have you wondered what I have been up to?
First, I miss my Meowmie.
Second, I miss my Meowmie.
Yes, there is the Beautiful One, Up here, who wipes away EVERY tear, on whose lap we can all fit -- but sometimes we play play play so much that we don't always have "time" to sit on the Beautiful One's Lap.
Yes, there are kitties and pooches and skunkies and SO MANY animals hoo wuz hurted real bad on Earth when all they wanted wuz to give and receive LOVE. Oh they get LOVE LOVE LOVE Up Here and they are Joyful and So Happy and Healthy and Whole -- they shine with beauty.
I am very Glittery Up Here -- they gave me little wings but I don;t use em much cuz I can just go where-EVER want to go by thinking abowt it. And I think abowt Meowmie and she KNOWS I hav bizitid hur in hur dreems. Yes Meowmie, yoo and I both know, dat wuz ME!! (* * Smiles and purrs * * )
PeeWee iz Up Here (with her babies) -- what a streetwise and smart kittykat!! So is Buttons and Puddy and all her kittens, and so many other kitties, hoo are still watiting for their Loved Ones (justlike I am) and we all play and do Funny Kat Trix -- what FUN it is to be Up Here!!!
Are there Mowsies up Here? And Butterflies too? AND...buzzy Flies??? -- yoo mite well ask.
Yes of course there are-- and we all chase wun annuder, and have fun -- but this is HEVVIN and no wun gets hurt.
We all have Jobs, Up Here -- sumtimes da Beautiful One -- or Da Anjels, ask me to go ovur to some kitty or pupper or skunkie or hamstur, hoo just walkt in thru da Purlee Gates - and wat I do iz gently go ovur to them and show them my smile and then roll over so they can see my fuzzybellee -- and we play and wrassle and cuddle and then I take em to meet the beautiful One.
But even though I am VERY happy--
I miss my Meowmie.
Yoo know what I want to do wenn Meowmie FINALLY gets here?
I will RUN ovur to Meowmie, and JUMP into her arms, and gaze into her eyes, and rub my cheek next to hur face, and we will both sing my favrit song - "The Flower Duet". I think wenn that happinz, even the Beautiful One will cry with joy.
January 22nd 2008 10:06 am
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I have been Visiting my Meowmie in dreams lately-- oh how happy we both are!!!
In wun dreem, I was standing on the commode, where I would ALWAYS stand to get my "Brush", and Meowmie was brushing me and she could hear me purring!!
And then she picked me up she could feel some of my Cansur Lumps (she was VERY surprised that I still had some Cancer lumps!!) ... and then she tickled my furry belly and then she said something VERY silly --
Meowmie said "I know she's dead, but I have no idea what explanation I'm going to give them when I bring her in to see the vet!!!"
Sillee Meowmie!!!
Then last night she dreamed of me again!! Hee Hee!!I was on my back, wiggling and wiggling and she was tickling my belly and I was smiling at her!!! Oh we wuz BOTH so happy !!
Meowmie KNOWS that she is not touching Big Bad Fuzzy Baby Twinkle when she is sleeping, becuz BBBT sleeps at the foot of the bed, or under the blankie (the NURV of that Biggius BRAT!! I usta sleep RIGHT on Meowmie's stummick and give her kissiz!!)
Meowmie, I will LUV YOO FOREVER!!
Sweet Shy and Gentul Smoochiz
Frum your Princess, the Queen of the Kitties
January 8th 2008 12:01 pm
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Last night when Meowmie got into bed, she could almost see Miss Princess rushing up to cuddle with her, as Miss P would always do in real life. "Most strange, but welcome", thought Meowmie, as she got under the covers.
Well, Miss P most probably WAS there !! As Meowmie slept, she dreamed she was brushing Princess who was standing on the commode seat in the bathroom -- where Meowmie ALWAYS brushed her in real life. Princess looked great. Meowmie said to herself "I know Miss P is gone " (left this world in Oct 2005) "and I have no idea what I'm going to tell them when I take her to the vet" .
And as Meowmie brushed Miss P, she felt her body and sure enough, there were those nasty cancer tumors... Meowmie gently brushed Princess' fluffy belly and could hear her purr!!
Meowmie KNOWS she was NOT touching BBBT in her sleep becuz BBBT does NOT cuddle in bed, she sleeps on the bed but AWAY from Meowmie(hmph!!!)
Needless to say Meowmie had a BIIG smile on her face when she woke up.
(Note frum Princess up In Heaven: "Sinss Meowmie haz been a liddle stressed laitly (sumpin to do with Da Rent, and Da Bills) I just HAD to make a speshul visit to show her how much I STILL CARE!!
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..................")
May 29th 2007 11:17 am
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Fackts abowt me..hmm...
1- I charmed my Meowmie in the shelter by rolling over on my back and showing hur my fuzzy belly and smiling at her and ekkstending my (claws in) paw out of my Cage door. She was smitten.
2- I was always a gentul cat
3- Well, sumtimes I wudd go beezerk and run and jump and pounss on things and on Meowmie.
4- The furst day she left me alone for more than 8 hours I found a pakkij of Pancake mix and I dragged it into the livingroom and tore it open all over the floor.
5- I loved to sing to my mowsie toys and bring em to Meowmie, sumtimes at 2 in the morning.
6- I luved to put my Mowsie toys in Meowmie's shoesiez.
7- I found a REAL LIVE mowsie once and de-alived it and put it next to all my Mowsie toys for Meowmie to see wenn she got home that evening. She wuz very impresst.
TAG!! That's IT!!
Hee Hee
February 26th 2007 6:34 am
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Thank you, kind purrson who left that Rainbow Rosette for Miss Princess!!
I am always remembering things she did and what she might be doing now as I sit on the bed, pay bills, sit at my Computer (I know what she'd be doing -- she'd be jumping on my lap and patting the keys!! How I miss that!) or when I sit on the (Catproofed, very well-fenced-in) balcony, on her favorite chair.
Our pets truly are very special beings. (Even a tiny goldfish is QUITE capable of giving and receiving love and letting their human person know that they ARE very much aware of them.)
* * * This happened to me several years ago -- One night when I was very sick with a strep throat, I was in bed in agony -- despite antibiotics and bed rest, my throat was so sore it felt like it was about to crack in half. Princess and Big Bad Baby Twinkle were hunkered down at the foot of my bed. Without a word, Princess got up, walked on my chest, lay down on my throat -- she had NEVER lain on my throat before!! My throat became so HOT, I thought it was on fire. And right then, the pain in my throat TOTALLY went away-- it NEVER came back!!
Then Princess, her work done, calmly got up, walked back the the foot of the bed and went back to sleep.
I would have said "Thank YOU!" to her, but I was still so hoarse I was unable to speak at that time. However, you can bet I was extremely grateful and extremely awed by the love of such a beautiful little creature. I can only hope she did not absorb any of my illness when she did that unexpected and wonderful healing for me.
PS -- She NEVER aftwerwards lay down on my throat.
Bless you Princess, wherever you are now.
Trust me, there is no such thing as a "Dumb" Animal (where DUMB means "stupid") -- did you know that back in the old days, "Dumb" REALLY meant -- "Cannot speak" !!!! And that is why and that is WHEN that word was applied to animals -- for they do not speak like humans (in most cases), but they truly are NOT stupid!!!!
November 27th 2006 1:35 pm
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The other night I had a beautiful dream about my beloved Miss Princess. She was in the car with me and we were traveling through a nice, but unfamiliar city, when she jumped out of the car (more like "floated out") and went into a store.
I ran into the store to find her. It was a nice nondescript store with a greyish rug on the floor. There were 4 glass tables in the center of this store, with small groups of people sitting around each table. Next to each table was a round hole big enough for a kitty or a small poochy to jump into -- Princess had disappeared into one of these holes. As I walked in, the man who owned/managed the store said to me helpfully - "She's in here", and pointed to one of the holes near one of the tables. I asked him "How do you know?' and he said "You can see them with these cameras", and sure enough, there were camera images of these critters -- maybe this was a furutistic play school for pets?? Who knows-- ANYTHING is possible in a dream.
Anyway, as I looked into the camera, out from the hole popped a pretty Daschund, dark reddish in color, and a Long Haired Daschund, same hair color -- AND... Princess! She was wearing a pretty red harness and leash and I picked her up and petted her and made sure she hadn't picked up any fleas (!). I remember, just before waking, on remarking to myself how soft her fur was.
She looked great. I was sad that I had to wake up, but I carried that memory with me all day.
February 27th 2006 8:06 am
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Last night, I had a "dream"....
I was sitting on the side of my bed and Big Bad Baby Twinkle (BBBT) was sitting by my right side, trying to get at something, scrabbling about with her paws, and I wondered what she was trying to get at -- when lo and behold on my left side (I didn't see her face, but I SURE KNEW who it was!!!!)
PRINCESS came playfully SCAMPERING by me on the bed, and BBBT, still
sitting on my right side, tried to reach over to play with her -- but
Princess was gone in a heartbeat.
I was SO HAPPY!! Even when I woke up and even now, I have a BIG smile
on my face!! Princess was healthy, all filled out and just SO playful!
Wheeeee!!!
October 24th 2005 6:40 am
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Many people have emailed me to send their condolences on the loss of my beloved Princess -- these kind people have offered me support and also told me how much sorrow they are feeling for their kitties who have passed on recently (or even many years ago -- we NEVER forget them, they were the angels in our lives and we still miss them so). I thank you for your compassion and I grieve with you for your losses.
I am coping the best I can- You have been most kind to me these past few terrible days. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for being so kind. I still have an ACHE in my heart for my beloved Princess - will be a while before it subsides.
I found a book called Cat Heaven and it is so sweet -- it was at the (ugh) crematory so I got one from Amazon used books -- childlike drawings and simple but sweet verse. (They have one for Dog Heaven too)
I went to a local Shape note (Sacred Harp) singing session Sunday afternoon to ease my sorrow -- the songs are always uplifting, and the harmony is beautiful. There were quite a few people there -- I told them Princess had passed, and I was there to ease my soul, and one sweet lady pulled a small photo album out of her purse and showed me photos of her kitties, including one who had passed 5 yrs ago. One woman in the group, when we were singing "we are happy in Your presence" changed the words to "She is happy in Your Presence" and also modified another verse when she sang "She is purring near the throne." -- I thought that was SO kind of her!!!! She told me how a few weeks after her kitty passed away, there was a loud meowing at the door -- when it was opened a new kitty walked right in and made himself at home. He is still living there...!!
One guy sitting in front of me was very really insensitive and was making light of everything. So much for Man"kind". I am not known for keeping my mouth shut and I told him off.
When the singing ended and I left, I got some warm hugs from people in the group who understood. And the singing was really uplifting!
October 23rd 2005 6:21 am
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The night before Princess left me
I wrote a small diary and a Tribute to the last days of my loving and beloved kitty - Princess, who suffered from cancer since March 2004 when she was 12 years old. She had 3 operations, healed from all of them, rallied, played, ran and was a happy rascal until the cancer metastasized to her lungs. Then she became progressively weaker, still showing a fierce fighting (and playing and loving) spirit, which I did NOT dare (nor did I want!) to extinguish, as I knew that when the right time came — SHE would let me know.
And she did.
** Monday October 17, 2005 **
I was hand-feeding Princess tonight when I felt her soul starting to leave her body – don’t ask me how I knew -- but it was the same exact feeling I had when I was sitting by my dying uncle's bed in the hospital -- I felt his soul leave his body, and 5 minutes later he took his last breath.
I wish I could know more about the spirit world -- there seems to be so much comfort in that knowledge.
Goodnight Sweet Princess....Parting is such DEEP sorrow.......
4 am, Wednesday October 19, 2005:
I came home Tues nite, Oct 18 and hand fed Princess again and gave her a little water. She ate a little baby food I'd put in a dish. She was lying down, and her eyes showed pain.
Later that night, as I rushed to and from my chores, which included petting, feeding and comforting Princess, I blew some soap bubbles for her. She always loved to look at them, eyes wide, and meditated on them when they fell next to her without popping. She never touched them, but I could see her eyes following the bubbles -- and then she, who had been lying in the same spot for 24 hours, only to get up and totter to the litterbox and back, suddenly jumped up and tried to whack one of the bubbles with her paw -- and immediately her rear legs gave out. She started crying and gasping. She tried to get up again and her rear legs gave out again.
You know, about 3 weeks ago a psychic (for real) friend told me that "when Princess starts to play like a kitten, that means the end is near" . I remembered what he said, just then.
She lay there gasping and moaning and I knew it was time. I talked to her and told her what we were going to do. I HATED to have to do it. I lay on the floor with her for a little while and she bravely and pointedly dragged herself over to me in a hurry, and cuddled up next to me twice while I caressed her oh-so-skinny body. Then I got dressed and I picked her weightless body, wrapped it in one of her sleeping towels, and held her, lovingly cuddled her next to me oh so carefully, put her in the carrier with her favorite mousie toys, and took some of her beloved brushes with me.
G-d bless my friend and neighbor for loaning me her car all this week. It was downstairs and ready for us, parked with enough space on the passenger side to be able to open the door to put a big carrier in. As I drove Miss P to the vet at 2:30 in the morning, I looked up at the deep blue night sky, saw a star and said "Princess -- you will be a star in the heavens soon!!"
It was a BEAUTIFUL night -- made for a resurrection -- the air was sweet, the crickets filing the air with late song singing in tune with Mother Earth’s rhythms, there was a beautiful hush in the air, the stars were ALL out, and the moon was full. The streets were empty save for a few lonely cars here & there.
The night sky looked very much like it had when Princess appeared to me in that dream in Feb 2005, dressed in the night sky, wearing the stars and clouds and the crescent moon.
We got to the vet's at 2:30 AM. They took her inside to put a catheter in and I had to run to the bathroom -- when I got back they told me to rush in as she was almost about to die a natural death on the operating table. I knew if she died a natural death it would be horrible, as her lungs were filling with fluid.
There she was lying on the table -- a vet tech was giving her oxygen from a long tube -- putting it in front of Miss P's nose so she could breathe. I could hear Princess’s little gasps and little moans. My poor little girl! She deserved SO much better than this!! Miss P looked so fragile and I felt oh so sad. I had the vet give her a muscle relaxant before she gave her the barbiturates, and I kissed Miss P's forehead and brushed Miss P gently before the needle went in. I looked in her beautiful green eyes as she went very quickly, not moving a muscle.
The dear little girl waited until the last minute to be with me. She stayed until she literally HAD to go. What love -- do I deserve that?! I HAVE GOT to be good so I can go to Heaven and be with Princess.
I am sure a loving someone from the Other Side came to escort Princess to the Rainbow Bridge.
Oh I felt SO bad. But she looked like she was sleeping and I KNOW that my beloved feisty kitty was happy to get out of that worn out, painful body. Cancer is a demon.
Everyone there was crying, even the Vet.
I took Miss P into the quiet room and talked to her a while, brushed her, and then took her back home with me. When I looked at her in that room, so still, still warm, but gone from this existence, I felt such great sadness for those lost, abused and abandoned animals who die a lonely death out there by themselves. I am determined do something about that - there is FAR too much suffering in this world, and every human being who changes things for the better makes a HUGE difference in the life of an animal and a fellow-human being.
On the way back home with Princess in her little box, on the passenger’s seat, I felt her spirit, as alive and mischievous as ever.
I have a presentation to make at work in less than 6 hours -- oboy....... I'm leaving for home immediately afterwards -- whether they like it or not.
Princess, G-dspeed.....all your pain is GONE. Thank you for more than TWELVE years of your special wonderful love. Enjoy your Paradise. We will meet again. My heart aches SO badly – I can now understand why some people and animals can die of grief when the one they love dies.
Princess is in my heart forever -- my BEST friend and wonderful angel
** Missing my Beautiful Princess **
October 19, 2005 3 pm
Well, the presentation at work went well. I kept a low profile, although I was the one who had to introduce he speakers, since I was the one who organized this presentation. I volunteered to advance the slides in the slide projector (the remote was not working), and since I had not slept in over 24 hours, I kept nodding off between slide changes. I went home after the presentation to pick up my beloved Princess, who was “resting” sweetly in her box, on the tarpaulin in my room, and take her to the dreaded crematorium. Oh she looked like she was sleeping – her luminous green eyes were just as beautiful as ever, her fur so soft. Oh where have you gone, my beloved???
Before I took Miss P to the crematory, I picked up her little box and gently brought her out to the (cat proofed, fenced-in) balcony that she loved so much and where I would place her on her last days to enjoy the still-warm sunny days (without Big Bad Baby Twinkle or Cee Cee to bug her) -- Now I placed her, lying as though asleep, in her box, on her favorite chair, told her "it's a beautiful day my love" , put her toys around her box, and let her stay there for a little while. The sky was a beautiful October blue, the sun was shining, the birds she loved to watch were singing, and a gentle breeze blessed the both of us, as she lay there in her little box on the chair she loved, surrounded by her toys, and I watched over her. My other cats were behind closed doors. Then I kissed her, and took her to the crematory, with heavy heart.
When I walked into the door of the crematory, carrying Princess in her box, I immediately started crying. I looked at the kind woman at the desk and said “I was ok until I came in". She replied, with a kind heart, "Most people who come here are like that." Then I waited and my friend Anna came in -- a big strong woman, legs like tree trunks. As soon as she walked in and saw Miss P she started sobbing, which started me up again. There were kleenex boxes handy. We sat and talked and stroked Miss P's body, which looked so much like she was just sleeping, and then we filled out the paperwork.......and left; I had to force myself to leave - I wanted so badly to run back in and get her back from that place. The woman behind the counter was VERY kind.
Tomorrow I have to pick up Miss P's ashes -- I felt SO bad at the thought of Princess being in that cremation place, being cremated, but my wise friend Michael, who is a priest in an “alternative” religion told me -- think of it as this - "Princess is going into the sun to be renewed".
And my dear friend Anna bought me an urn for Miss P, with a place for a picture -- I will surround it with Princess’ toys.
After 12 + years of being immersed in Miss P's love, I now must learn day by day to go forward as another phase of life begins. Life feels so cold without her.
I have a nice (Pumpkin scented) candle burning (safely) near her photo -- I will burn candles for the next 14 days to celebrate each year of Princess's life.
I tried to get on the computer but was hit with a wave of exhaustion – it being 36 + hours since I had any sleep. Blow out the candle, hit the sack.
** Dreaming of Princess **
Thursday October 20, 2005 - a.m.
I dreamed about Princess last nite -- she was reclining peacefully in front of me - her image was pink - glowing and almost translucent but it was unmistakably Princess -- she was waiting for me peacefully, wearing her little (again, pink) harness and her (pink!) leash was neatly coiled next to her, as though waiting for me to pick it up and go walking with her. Her image was repeated twice, perhaps as a way to emphasize this to me (she never walked on a leash but she'd wear the harness and leash and I'd carry her in my arms safely holding the leash when we used to talk walks in the neighborhood, while I made sure to look out for dogs and.... not-so-nice people too).
She looked great in my dream. Someone also told me that pink is the color of love.
** Thursday October 20, 2005 - 3:40PM **
And yes she did visit again!!
When I got to the crematory today (after missing the turnoff TWICE, then almost speeding right by the building) the lady went in the back and came out with a bag in which was the plastic box holding Miss P in an alternative form. I took the bag, hugged it, and then I placed it on the counter and talked with the woman -- when.....I suddenly felt what was like a friendly “glowing” head butt in my solar plexus, and I turned to the bag, patted the box inside of it, and said "Hi Honey!" I knew it was Princess - probably telling me -- "Hey, I'm here - don't ignore me!" The woman did not bat an eyelash -- the stories SHE could probably tell.
When I got home, I made the mistake of reading the "Rainbow Bridge" card they had enclosed with the papers -- oh did I sob!! (My poor neighbors!! Paper thin walls).
And...when I got back home – I got off the elevator and started to rush to my door to see how Princess was -- when I remembered....oops.....
I am glad I'm returning to work Friday.
** Princess in the Sky with Diamonds/Stars **
Friday October 21, 2005
Wow -- this morning I woke up and looked at that humble little black plastic box holding Princess in an “alternative state” ...... with 2 cat toys on top of it. Then I once again looked at the place where Princess had rested so much, especially in her final days. There were blankets and towels all over that floor -- her fake sheepskin circle bed turned upside down over the rag rug -- she'd lie down under that little round sheepskin bed and stay warm, with just her head sticking out - I used to tell her she looked like a little Princess Turtle.
On the days that I'd leave for work, I used to go over to her, feed her, scoop the litterbox, brush her and give her scritchies and kiss her head. She would purr a raspy purr, and then I'd check everything to see if the fans, etc were turned off and I'd start to leave that room -- she'd usually be looking at me -- and then of course I'd turn right around and go back to give her another kiss on the head, and wish her well - "I hope you are here for me when I come home tonight" I would say as I left for the day.
I'd lock the bedroom door and worry for the rest of the day, and would be SO happy when I got home and there she was, waiting for me. I would usually lie spread-eagled on my stomach on my bed so my head and arms would hang over her sick bay and I'd talk to her, give her scritchies, and hear her wonderful purrs. Then I'd settle in for another round of hand feeding, brushing etc.
So I've been VERY reluctant to remove ANY of those items. But this morning as I looked at them, I started to think - "Why do I seek my living Princess in here? She is now free from pain - she is totally alive in another dimension!" My heart leapt with joy - perhaps Miss P was touching my heart and talking to me. The thought gave me great comfort -- but I still did not dismantle anything -- other than to take the bag of litter over to CC's area.
And... for the past couple of days:
1- I thought I saw, out of the corner of my eye -- a little grey head peeking around the corner of the bathroom door. Hmmm.......... (she used to wait outside the bathroom door, and when I opened it her little head would peek in, and she would trot over the toilet seat, jump up, and place her little front paws on the sink so she could get a luxurious “BRUSH”ing from me—I was always happy to comply – she’d purr and we’d rub cheeks and I’d kiss her head, tickle her belly, and brush brush brush her, to her great joy.
2- and I thought I saw some movement in the hallway where Princess and BBBT used to run like a herd of buffalo.
Now I'm back at work. On the bus this morning I met 2 kind ladies - fellow-choir members/cat people, who had heard the news and were SO kind. When I got off the bus to go to the subway escalator, it wa pouring rain. Little did I realize that one of those ladies was right behind me on the escalator, holding her umbrella over me! "I thought you'd want to stay dry", she said with a kind (and understanding - she has 2 cats) smile."
My heart still aches so.
One day at a time.
I'm not much of an artist but I would like to try to paint a picture (or maybe paint a ceramic cat statue) of Princess as I saw her when she came to me in a dream while she was in the incubator last February in the emergency clinic-- they had operated on her 2nd tumor last February and could not get her temperature up.
In that dream in February, I saw her materialize through my bedroom window and land on her favorite (carpeted) file cabinet. She was dressed in the night sky - instead of her fur, she was clothed in the dark beautiful blue night sky, with the night clouds and stars (and the crescent moon I think), but I could see her cat form and she was perfect and healthy.
Now that I write this I suddenly realize that the night sky, on this recent October night when she died, was as beautiful as the one she was "wearing" on that February night when she visited me while she was in the incubator. How prophetic!!!!
Wow -- how much of this world there is that do we NOT know about.....
October 23, 2005
4 pm
I went to a local Shape note (Sacred Harp) singing session Sunday afternoon to ease my sorrow -- the songs are always uplifting, and the harmony is beautiful. There were quite a few people there -- I told them Princess had passed, and I was there to ease my soul, and one sweet lady pulled a small photo album out of her purse and showed me photos of her kitties, including one who had passed 5 yrs ago. One woman in the group, when we were singing "we are happy in Your presence" changed the words to "She is happy in Your Presence" and also modified another verse when she sang "She is purring near the throne." -- I thought that was SO kind of her!!!! She told me how a few weeks after her kitty passed away, there was a loud meowing at the door -- when it was opened a new kitty walked right in and made himself at home. He is still living there...!!
When the singing ended and I left, I got some warm hugs from people in the group who understood. And the singing was really uplifting!
I found a book called "Cat Heaven" and it is so sweet -- it was at the (ugh) crematory so I got one from Amazon used books -- childlike drawings and simple but sweet verse. (They have one for "Dog Heaven" too)
I hope I did the right thing for Princess. I think I may have been fighting a losing battle, period. And I am really wondering if her cancers (other than the breast cancer, perhaps….) were due to several years of vaccinations in the shoulder area and the thigh (before they switched to intranasal vaccines (which I am still leery of). Poor Poor kid. I DID come upon a transcript from a recent communication with her in Sept where she was asked "What can your mom do for you?" and she said she really didn't know. And I do remember the last communicator asking her the same thing and that's when she mentioned fish and oily fishy stuff, none of which it turned out she liked (other than salmon). I also remember Princess telling one of those communicators that “Baby Twinkle puts a twinkle in her eye”. BBBT is a big fat bully but she can be extremely silly at times.
October 25, 2005
745 am
Memories of the strength of a soul
This morning as I looked at the place where Princess had lain (NOTHING has been moved) and remembered how SURPRISED I was last week , on Monday morning Oct 17 of last week, when I said "brush!" -- one of her VERY favoritist words . When she heard me say that, she sat bolt upright in her bed -- skinny skinny body and all (and facing AWAY from me, which was strange....!) . For many days prior to that morning, I had been brushing a VERY supine languishing Princess, who hardly moved -- but on that Monday before she died, there she was, sitting straight up waiting to be brushed. Of course, I walked over and gently obliged her, brushing her “left” cheek and her “Right” cheek (and she would incline her head in that direction, purring happily) and then I gently brushed her sides and back – oh you could see her backbone—she had lost A LOT of weight – but even so, her fur fairly gleamed.
I believe her INTENSELY STRONG SPIRIT was enabling her body to do things she normally could not.. Also one Saturday before she died, I had found her lying behind the bedroom door, looking up at me when I walked in -- I'm sorry to describe it this way but she looked like a corpse looking up at me-- I was SO surprised she had gotten there – it must have been an effort for her to get there from the other side of the room, 20 feet away. And then the Tuesday before she died, she had gotten onto the cushion near my bed -- and was looking at me-- I truly believe she wanted to get on the bed, but at that point I knew she was in pain, and could NOT jump down from the bed, So I would have been putting her in grave danger if I even tried to pick her up.
Second guessing is unfortunately inevitable. Boy am I ever doing it -- but I think I hear a little beautiful voice saying "Meowmie -- you tried everything you could think of ! Be ok Meowmie -- I love you forever!"
There IS a fine, kind world on the other side – my beloved kitty Princess may very well be lying on her back, showing off her frowzy belly, and extending an arm out to me when I finally come over, with a big big smile on her face and all that beautiful love in her luminous green eyes -- looking just like she did when I first met her and was enchanted by her inner and outer beauty. We will be together again, we will no longer know pain, we will know IMMENSE happiness. . . . but for now, even in the midst of my grief and longing for her, we truly are only a heartbeat away from one another.
But knowing all this will not stop the pain.
October 27, 2005
6 am
I woke up this morning and felt a pain in my soul—no Princess trying to pull the covers off my face to harass me, smooch me and pat me on the face, nibble my earrings or blow her breath into my ear. What a loss. Sometimes when she cuddled with me, she would lie down and throw herself at me, back first so her little round furry back would press against me. I would caress her and we would both purr….
This morning, Baby was on the cat tree, looking pointedly at the place where Miss P usta lie down sometimes - hmm... wonder what she was seeing.....I let Baby into my room but I don't let her sleep with me -- I just can't handle it. I feel bad about that becuz I know she wants to -- but I just can't.
October 18th 2005 8:43 am
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I'm NOT ready to go yet. And so I have told Meowmie. She respekts my decision.
I'm a fighter.
I am FULL of lumps. And last Friday I ended up in an Okksyjen chamber for 1/2 hr. And....two of my tumors had ruptured too. So the vetlady cleaned me up and gave me medikashun and Sub Q and sentme home with Meowmie, who didint think I wuz gonna make it home alive.
But I did. Then I stopped eating.
So Meowmie went out and bought lo-salt chicken broth and Turkey ,Beef, and Chicken Baby food and has been getting up at 4 am to finger-tip feed me, cuz I can't handle eyedroppers. She even made a carpeted ramp for me to use if I wanted to get on the bureau and look out the window -- I used it a cupla times but then got too tired.
So after not eating for almost 3 days I started eating a little bit, after Meowmie would smear a little bit of baby food on my lips and gums. Then she wiped my face carefully so I wouldn't get a dirty face. Then I started to lick the baby food. And after lying on my rug (the whole FLOOR is coverd with clean rugs and towels and cushions -- for me!) for more than 24 hours, I ffelt stronger and I got up to recline on a nice cushion, Meowmie was so happy when she saw that I had moved. I was giving her this look............ like "Well, what didjya ekkspect from me!!"
I have a coupla piktures of sick me. The one you see is of me with my head on a heart shaped plush toy so I can breathe ok. I am tougher than I look.
Cansur IS terrible, but love is beeotiful and Meowmie loves me and I LOVE MEOWMIE!!
Miss Princess
September 9th 2005 6:07 am
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I have a buncha tumahs under my arm and it makes it hard to walk on that front leg. And my arm is a little swollen so Meowmie asked the Vet what could be done and the Vet said "Well becuz she has flooid on her lungs we can't operate but try this" -- so she gave Meowmie some metacam for kitties.
And she said the swelling is probbly becuz my lymph glands are involved and da lymph is collecting (Hooman peepul have this too -- it's like Lymphedema...) so Meowmie said "Can I massage her arm to move da lymph around?" and da vet said "Good Idea - mke sure you massage it toward her chest so da lymph can flow OUT".
But Meowmie had alreddy been massaging my arm becuz she felt it was the right thing to do and I liked it annyway, so now she is massaging it a little more (and doing it gently) and it makes me feel pretty good.
I tried ta run outta the bedroom yestidday -- but Meowmie sed - "No Sweet Princess, I hafta go to work" - but she promisst me that on Sattiday she would pick me up and carry me gently (I have ouchie issues when she picks me up, so she hasta be careful) and let me lie in the Sun on my beloved (fenced-in) balcony.
I purred when I heard her say that.
Well, I must rest now....
August 30th 2005 9:34 am
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Sometimes Meowmie gets really sad becuz she can see the pain in my eyes.
I don't sleep with Meowmie anymore and that makes her sad -- so last night she picked me up VERY gently and placed me near her -- she petted me and talked to me . I was so happy that even when I did move away to the foot of the bed, I kept looking at her instead of turning my face away. Then in the morning, I got up and limped over to her and stood on her stummick and I gave her a SMOOCH!! And I was SO pleased with myself -- Meowmie could see the smile on my face and the sparkul in my eyes -- Meowmie was very pleased too!!!
A coupla days later, she heard me singing on the other saide of the bedroom door (she keeps me in her bedroom cuz if I limped out I would hide and Meowmie would have a TERRIBUL time tryin ta find me!), and when she heard me singing she knew I was singin to my Mousie toy which I had in my mouth, and trying ta bring it to her -- so she she opened the door and there I wuz, sitting on the other side of it, with my beloved Mousie Toy right behind me where I had dropped it -- and she said "Oh Miss Princess!! What a nice Mousie toy! You are such a Good kitty!" and then she gave me TWO Pounces!!!
Oh, I wish my pain would go away. I want to play again and run down the hallway with Baby Twinkle, the two of us sounding like a herd of buffaloes. When I sleep I dream that I am happy and young again. But then sometimes the pain wakes me up. Meowmie can tell when I'm in pain by the look in my eyes -- but then there are times when I feel pretty good! And she can tell that I'm feeling good, by the way my eyes are big and clear and sparkly!
I am not eating as much as I should, but Meowmie gives me tempting foodies at all hours of the night and day -- and sometimes I eat it up.
Meowmie gets up ALL hours of the night to make me comfie or pet me or feed me -- yesterday all I wanted was some of Cee Cee's canned food AND some condensed milk -- yum yum! - annyway she told me that there is a Rainbow Brij that I will one day cross over and when I get to the other side, where there is green grass and beeootiful trees and flowahs and GREAT catnip and LOTSA animal frens, I will feel SO young and So happy and I will NOT have any more pain or LUMPIES!! Wheeee!! I was so happy to hear that!
And I sed "Then Meowmie you and I can play and run and walk all over that beeotiful place!" But she looked real sad and sed "Oh Miss Princess -- I cannot come over that brij yet -- there are other kitties and goldfish and maybe one day horsies and doggers who still need me here. I will miss you very much but I know you will only be a paw's touch away frum me and you will still be able to see me! And I want you to save me a place there pleez!"
Well, I was very sad to hear that she won't go there with me yet but I was happy that she gave me a speshul job to do there. I will save her a place and be so proud to do that!
Scuse me I am very tired -- I am going back to sleep. I will be happy when Meowmie comes home tonight -- how I wish I had enough strength to meet her at the door like I usta-- She would bend down and say "Princess - may I give you a KISS?" and I would stand up so she could kiss me on my frowzie little head.
August 1st 2005 7:44 am
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The vet said my bad cansurs had metastisized.
I have fluid in my lungs. I have more lumpies on my body. The lumpie on my leg is making me limp.
Meowmie is VERY sad. I came home with her.
She is giving me lots of love, tasty food and supplements mixed into my favrit wet foodies!! I get diuretics for the fluid in my lungs.
I brought her my toy mousie the other day and she was SO happy!
One of the nice kitties on this Catster place gave me HER toy mousie to make me feel better, and I liked it very much.
Meowmie cleaned out MY bedroom closet and put blankies in it because she knows I love to hide in there, and I was SO happy to go in there and recline on my blankie!!! Thank you Meowmie!!!
July 22nd 2005 10:56 am
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We are going to the Vet's . I have started to limp becuz of the ouchie lump on my leg.
I am crying.
I am not happy........
July 14th 2005 10:01 am
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I run and play and beat up sweet CC, who loves me ( I don't like being snuzzled by another kittie!! I belong to my Meowmie only!)
Even so, I have a new toomah on my knee and a lumpie under my arm. Meowmie will take me to the vet soon. I hope I can keep my knee.
May 17th 2005 10:49 am
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It's been ROUGH!! I had two surgeries since February (cancerous tumors) and THEN... two days after my surgikal stapuls came out, I tore thru the apartment and ran into something and tore off two claws.....! We wuz at the vet's at midnight and they were SO upset to see me all bloody and screaming. So was my Meowmie, who had been walking on crutches until I hurted myself and then she said -- the heck with the crutches, we are going to the emergency vet! (ugh I hate the word v-e-t.....) so she hobbled into the car with me screaming in the carrier and they calmed me down and put a big blue bandage on my foot and sent us home. And back I went, into the big doggy playpen to rest and heal.
But after three days I got bored and jumped 5 feet straight up, out of my big doggy enclosure, and ran around the bedroom so the vet took off my bandage, saw that I was healing, gave me (AGH!)Antibiotix and an ointment for my foot and said "Let the Little Stinker out of the playpen!" Ha!! I smell sweet!!! What did she mean by little stinker??!!
So now I have the run of the...bedroom, but I've gotten out a few times and chased Big Bad Baby Twinkle, just to keep her in her place, and I've hissed a few times at Cee Cee.
April 12th 2005 8:22 am
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He He -- I signed onta her computer.
I waited for her to tell alla youse kitties and people what happened at the vet's but I guess she forgot. Or she's too busy hunting for kitty food for us kitties.
Anyway, we went to the vet Saturday. I was NOT amused!!!
The vet cuddled me and felt my new lumps and then stuck needles in me and gave me TWO ouchies! Right inta my lumpies!! But she told Meowmie that the fluid was cloudy and had little things floating in it -- yuk!! But not as yukky as the brown liquid that came outta the other awful toomers that were taken outta me the last time. So maybe I am ok?
I dunno -- we gotta wait until the Lab results come back. I dunno what a stoopid DOG has ta do with the results -- but I guess the Vet knows what she's saying.
PS -- The Vet also told Meowmie that I Miss Princess was HER favrit kitty!! Oh that made me feel MUCH better right then and there!! (BTW -- Meowmie sez I'm her favrit too -- but what does she mean when she says "Don't tell the other kitties I sed so!!!")
When we got home from da vet I got to go out on the (catproofed, fenced-in) balcony and I wiggled on my back in the sun and meowed sweetly to Meowmie (which means "Join me?") Ah...........
Meowmie also went out and bought free-range ground beef and chicken for us kitties. Me and CC we LOVED the little medium rare little hamburger pieces in broth that she makes for us. She gave some to Big Bad Baby Twinkle too -- and she ate it all up too -- and then she PUKED it all up!! The INGRATE!! No more hamburgers for YOU, BBBT!!
We also had some speshul "Anitra's" chicken soop made from the organic chikken - it was mixed with our wet foodies -- oh yum.... I must go off somewhere to nap and lie on my back and show everyone my plump tummy.
Ack Ack to all!
April 8th 2005 10:57 am
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Today is not a good day. I have some hurties and Meowmie found some new lumps on me. But I can still run and play and sing ta my mousie toys when I bring them to Meowmie. I am one tough kitty.
But we go to the ....eeek....VET....tomorrow and I hope she waves her magic VetWand over me and makes me well.
Meow to you later.
Miss P
March 21st 2005 7:12 am
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Well, yesterday Meowmie showed me where she had put my mousie toys while I was recooperatin' -- I guess she thought I could find 'em by myself, but I didn't -- they wuz on top of the radio. Now what self-respecktin kitty would put their toys on top of a radio???!!!
So Meowmie said - Go Get Mousie!! and she left the room.
Ennyway, I was SOOO glad to see dem mousies cuz I thought they had gone and LEFT me!!! I picked up the noisiest squeakiest mousie toy and carried it proudly in my mouth down the hall to Meowmie while singing my Mousie Song. And I brought it to Meowmie and let it thunk on the floor and I stood proudly nexta my Mousie and waited for Meowmie to give me a treet. She praised me and gave me a treet.
I got Meowmie trained very well.
March 10th 2005 7:53 am
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Wow - it's been almost a MONTH since my operashun -- it was NOT fun.... I couldn't go home right away - They had to keep me in an INKYBATOR at the hospital for a day cuz I was sooo cold. Then Meowmie took me home in a warm warm carrier and put me in a BIG doggy playpen in the middle of her bedroom (It took up so much room that she had to roll over her bed to get to the other side of the room - it was so funny -- but I couldn't laugh or it would hurt. They had to take out a little piece of my muscle to get to the tumor....)
The playpen was big and warm and comfy and the first day home I tried to walk and kept falling over (there were lotsa towels and rugs in there so I was ok when I fell). Then I would eat and walk to my bed and THROW my self into my bed cuz I was so weak. I had a big covered bed and lots of blankies. I also had to wear a cute T shirt (I looked like a punk kitty!) to cover my shaved body and also to cover the surgical staples (about 14 of them!).
Cee Cee came in once and looked through the bars at me. She was very gentle. Then Big Bad Baby walked in and looked at me and hisssed at me-- then she stuck her paws through the bars and tried to get my foodies!!! Meowmie escorted her outta MY room.
After 2 weeks my staples finally came out-- then after 2 more days Meowmie finally took that big big playpen apart so I could run around in her bedroom. I was sooo happy to sleep with Meowmie again!! The first night, I just stood on her pillow and kept looking at her and looking at her and giving her lots and lots of smoochies.
Now we sleep together and since I still need my warm places, I get LOTS Of gentle cuddles. I hafta stay in this room until my fur and my strength grow back, but once in a while Meowmie puts the other kitties in other rooms and she carries me out to the livingroom so I can sit in my favorite patch of sunlight!!
Purrs to you.
Miss Princess
February 11th 2005 12:53 pm
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Boy do I feel groggy and cold -- but they wrapped me up and put me in the Eye Cee You Unit and I am nice and warm and..... I WANT MY MEOWMIE!!!!!!
It was a BIG BAD TOOMAH!! It had growed into my muscle a little bit-- egads!!!
Now I have dis thingie under my kittie arm like a little pipe (a drain) and I hafta wear if for a few days and then Meowmie takes me baack (AAAAGH!) to da hospital so they can take it out and I am gonna eat and shleeeeep and relax until I gets well enough to beat up Big Bad Baby Twinkle again.
Ya know - I tink Cee Cee is gonna miss seeing me for a while -- she loves me so much that I can't stand it -- but.... she is kinda cute....
Meowmie feels bad about BBBT though -- ya see BBBT's FAVRIT kitty tree is in Meowmie's bedroom and she won't be able ta play in it widout a SPESHUL invitation from Meowmie ta come inta the bedroom ta play. I guess I shall evenshually allow this to be -- I enjoy watching BBBT make an absolute idiot of herself on dat kitty tree (she rolls over, all 15 plump hairy pounds of her and wiggles her little feet and looks at Meowmie upside down and sez ta us "Aint I kewt?" -- HAHA I know what answer I could give her!!!
Mmmph-- going back to shleep right now.
February 10th 2005 9:03 am
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Well, I'm going in to surgery tomorrow Feb 11. Wish me luck. Another Tuma is being cut outta me.
I'm a bit skeered.
February 2nd 2005 12:42 pm
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Last nite Meowmie was in the study, working on the puter -- I, Princess am not allowed in there because there are too many stacks of things and I knock em down. Well.. I was in there. Meowmie was too busy to get me out. Until she saw -- Me, Miss Princess thumping around on my kitty-butt, REALLY
strangely, on Meowmie's desk -- aaaagh!! What was Miss Princess about to do !!!
SO Meowmie ran and grabbed me, and picked me up and found ... a BIIIG UPC BAR-CODE Label stuck on my kitty-butt -- I had brushed against something with a loose BAR CODE Label and it had stuck to my kitty-butt and I thought it was attacking me. So Meowmie took it off and even forgot to take ME, Miss Princess, out of the study -- she was laughing too hard. "Oh Princess!" She said "' This Bar Code is NOT going to eat-you-up!!!" And she LAUGHED and LAUGHED!!!
WELL!!! Of ALL the indignities!! I just sat myself up to my tallest height on the desk and GLARED at Meowmie for a long time, for laughing at MOI, and daring to insult my dignity.
Frankly, if anyone needs a BAR CODE on their butt, it's Big Bad Baby Twinkle. You can TELL her Supreme LARGENESS that I said so.
December 17th 2004 8:56 am
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I gots cancer again. Another lump right above where the first lump was. The vet stuck an ouchie in my lump and later told my Meowmie that my lump had cancer cells. Meowmie is saving up her tooth-repair money for my surgery (This'll be two surgeries in one year for me!), and is looking for a financial grant too.
She's giving me Flor-Essence with my breakfast and "The Missing Link" with my supper, to keep my strength up. I dunno -- are you supposta run and play and beat up Big Bad Baby Twinkle when you gots cancer??? I do. I also gained back some of the weight I lost, so now I am a substantial 9 pounds.
Boy am I getting ALOT of love and kissies.
October 26th 2004 12:31 pm
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I go "meowmeowmeow get me outta here!" when I'm in the car (I go in my carrier) but that BIG BAD BABY TWINKLE usta ride in the car (tethered, wearing a safe secure harness and sturdy leash cuz she is ALL over the place) and look out the window (Meowmie turned on the AC and did not open the window because cats can squeeze out of some really tight places and she didn't want BBBT to do that!!!!) - so BBBT looked at people stopped at the stop lights and the people usta go "Aaaaaw!" and they would smile. But she had a Poopie problem and Meowmie learned to bring LOTS of newspapers with her.
Once Meowmie took me (I was in a harness and leash and safely in her arms!) to Starbucks (I daintily ate a piece of Cherry Danish and had some whipped cream! and everyone was SMILING!) , and then another day she took me to the Ice cream store and even though people had brought their DOGS to B&J's, WE got THROWN OUT!!!! SO Meowmie wrote a nasty letter to the Ice cream store people and got an apology and 2 free coupons and got told that even DOGGIES wasn't supposta be in their stores either (Health Code!).
THEN she took me (harness and leash) to see the CIRCUS horsies and eleephants when they wuz camped out in my 'hood! Two people with a baby came by and we let the baby (carefully!) pet me and she SQUEALED so happily that we all laughed. Then she carefully took Baby Twinkle the next day and the HORSES LOVED HER! (she LOOKS like a horse -- hee hee)
Then BBBT got TOO BIG to handle reliably when she was on the leash (even in Meowmies' arms!) she'd get scared and panicky, so Meowmie said "Kid, it's MUCH Safer if you STAY HOME!"
And Meowmie noticed I wuz shaking ALOT when she took me out so we never went out again ( except to the....vet's.....ugh).
But Baby -- wow, put her in a carrier, put her in the car, and she explodes from BOTH ends!! (Don't tell her I said that!), so... NOW she hasta FAST - before she goes to the vet's -- and now she gets there MUCH cleaner!!!!
October 4th 2004 1:14 pm
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Boy was I glad Meowmie was home this morning!!! I ran past the curtain that hangs in front of the bedroom door and unbeknownst to ALL of us, there was a loop hanging from the bottom of the curtain and I got my FOOT tangled up in it!! But I didn't know that -- I thought something had attacked me and was biting my foot!! So I screamed and screamed!! Cee Cee and Big Bad Baby came running up to see what was wrong!! And Meowmie came running and my poor little foot was so badly tangled it took her a while to untangle me. Then she checked to see if my foot was broke but it was not, so she carried me gently to a chair and set me there so I could enjoy the sun and calm down. But I was ok so I jumped off the chair was sashayed back inside to see Meowmie take down the curtain so NO ONE would get tangled again.
Boy was she worried!! AND me too -- when I went back into the bedroom the first thing I did was I searched and looked to see if that bad curtain was hiding somewhere to attack me again!
A long time ago she cut the venetian blind cords into two pieces so no one would get tangled up in those!! And she always hides the plastic bags cuz once I got ahold of one and it got caught around my neck... And it goes to say that we never get to play with string or rubber bands.
But no one realized that the bedroom door curtain was getting unraveled on the bottom. Wow. I am so glad she was home..... I coulda gotten badly hurt...... even lost a foot.
September 16th 2004 11:57 am
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Well, it was just a little lump but my Meowmie got really worried when she gave me my usual belly rub and found IT. So she took me to the vet and I sat patiently while they fished around for THE LUMP. They found it and the vet stuck me with a hurtie!! Then I went home. I played, ran, and cavorted, and didn't think much of the lump -- but the biopsy came back as HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS, so the vet said "Based on my experience with this kind of biopsy, we better operate". Meowmie borrowed some money, and I went into surgery (she has kitty insurance so she got back $500. whew).
Oh, I was soooo groggy and hurting when I came out of surgery -- one of my bosoms had been removed and I had a BIG Frankenkitty scar with BIG stiches all down my shaved belly . Meowmie felt SO BAD for me!! When I got home she put me in a BIG doggy playpen with very high sides (she had built up the sides so I couldn't jump out). I had to stay in there for TWO weeks!!! I had food and water and soft blankies and a litter box (far away from the food!!). At first I didn't care. Every day Meowmie would give me the painkiller that the vet gave her for me, and would feed me and clean up after me. She kept me in her bedroom and she had to roll over her bed to get from one side of the room to the other -- she really loves me. She even kept BIG Bad Baby Twinkle out of the room bcuz every time that Big Bad Baby would come into the room she would reach in with her paws and try to STEAL my food!! Baby didn't even say "How are you feeling today?"
Meowmie would let Cee Cee come in once in a while to see me cuz she knows Cee Cee loves me. And Sweet Cee Cee would stand outside of my cage and cock her head and look at me. Then Meowmie would take her out of the room, so I could sleep.
At night I would moan and put my paw out of the cage so Meowmie could hold my paw as we went to sleep.
She even had to put an Elizabethan collar on me cuz I would try to eat the stiches.
After two weeks EVERYONE was happy that the stiches were out and I could sleep on Meowmie's bed once again.
So I got a tummy tuck out of this, and now all my hair is growed back, and I play and run and do all kinds of mischief. I really am grateful to the vet for being so good to me -- and to Meowmie for finding and reporting the lump.
September 16th 2004 9:14 am
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I LOVE to watch burdies!! If Meowmie sees one she'll say "Laaadies.....BURRRdies!" and Baby and I RUN to the window -- sometimes we bonk ourselves on the windowpane so Meowmie securely taped a full length piece of sturdy plexiglass carefully onto the window and to the other big windows in the apartment so we can lean onto the plexiglass and we don't break the window!!!
(Meowmie also made sure that EVERY screen that is on the windows is DOUBLE screened (NO fiberglass -- we put our claws thru that stuff in a second!) -- she even did it herself!! The screen frames are strong and sturdy and well-attached to the windows so we don't fall out. The kitty living below us fell off the balcony and they luckily found her wandering in the parking lot TWO WEEKS after she fell off- she was real skinny but ok -- a miracle).
One day Meowmie heard me calling to her in the special way I do when I bring her a toy mousie. So she said "I am busy -- I will wait intil Miss P brings me her toy" But I was Soooo insistent that she could tell I was very emphatic about showing her this toy. So she came and I met her halfway in the dimly lit hallway and she said "Are you bringing me a...glove????" And then she saw tthat it was a Mockingbird in my mouth, neatly folded up -- it was alive and well! (Princess is missing 7 teeth -- 3 removed, 4 never grew in, her father musta been her uncle!).......
Then just before I placed it at her feet I heard her exclaim "Oh @#$! it's a BIRD!!" and Woooo! it flew up into the light fixture and pooped even worse than I ever did in my whole life!!! (and I AM a poopster supreme!).....
Now, we live on da 5th floor!! And we kitties get to go out on a thoroughly catproofed balcony top and bottom fencing with the big flowerpots securely sitting over the fencing that extends to the floor of the balcony and beyond)-- but the top of the fence is "only" 7 feet high (we can't jump that high, and we 3 specific cats can't climb the fence, which is sturdy chickenwire reinforced with posts) and there IS a gap WAAAAY up there and the people next door (whose Cat is named BART and Baby hates him) were feeding da burdies and so this juvenile mockingbird flew over the gap and landed on MY balcony and.... what a prize to give my Meowmie!!
So Meowmie did the unthinkable -- she LOCKED me up in the bedroom and I started screaming becuz THAT was MY bird-- and then Meowmie got the broom and gently herded the burdie into the livingroom (HONEST, the bird was ok -- scared but not hurt), closing all the doors behind her and this burdie landed next to Baby who was SUCH a DOOOFUS and did nothing but stare at it! and then the burdie FLEW off the balcony......
Then Meowmie let me out -- and I RAN to the balcony and heard the burdie squawking to its relatives and my ears perked up and I thought it would VISIT me again, but it was wiser, and it never came back....... and then Meowmie shut the balcony door and went to clean up the rest of the burdie messes....... But she said to me "You are a GREAT Hunter" (well, she is, it's a cat thing, but I would prefer they don't kill any birds or micies), and then she said "But it makes me sad to see a hurt burdie or buggie or mousie". I understood her but I can't help it -- it's a scillion-year-old cat thing, so it's a good thing that we are indoor kitties.
A year before that, I found a GECKO on the brick walls of the balcony!! Meowmie trie to rescue it and bring it in so she could put it in a cage and find its person, (this place AIN'T gecko city, it gets too cold) but its feet were holding on to the bricks so hard that it would not let go, and it eventually crawled upstairs but the people upstairs couldn't find it either......
Then this morning there was a BIG fat Bluejay screaming on the windowsill. Baby and I ran to look at it and it was NOT skeered of us, and then Mewomie told us that Blue Jays sometimes attack sweet kitties and we were very happy that it did not decide to ring the doorbell and come in to visit us.....
PS from Meowmie: Miss P brought me a mousie -- NOT a toy mousie -- a few days after the burdie incident-- I THOUGHT I heard some scrabbling in the walls and I realized the cats were VERY interested in that noise. But this poor mousie... was not as lucky as the birdie was... I immediately put up screening over the bases of the heat registers, which is how the mousie came in. Now now the mousies can't get in, and there are no more mousie victims. The vet told me that Princess could get tapeworms or parasites from the mousie, or... could be poisoned if the mousie had eaten mouse poison, so I had Princess tested and she was ok)
September 16th 2004 8:51 am
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My Meowmie is so nice to us!! She knows people who can TALK to kitties, and they come over and talk to us!! (We understand a little of what meowmie says to us, but Meowie Zowie!! the Pet Communicator can REALLY talk to us!!)
I told this nice lady that I was so happy that someone (meowmie) took me away from a house full of kitties where no one played with me except when I was a kitten, and they would always pick me up by the scruff of my neck even when I was a grown up lady kitty!! and some of the kittes in that house were nice to me but a black kitty used to jump all over me-- he thought he knew everything! I couldn't stand him! And the poeple -- I was so mad at them -- "Why do people have kitties just to have kitties?" I said, meaning that they just HAD cats and didn't treat them like citizens of the world, and I DID NOT like seeing me and my kittyfriends being treated like toys. They got rid of me because they had too many kitties and some of my family members were in the shelter too!! I don't think they all made it!! (Meowmie -- I was so sad that some of her siblings may not have been adopted....)
Anyway, I also told the Communicator that Music had been coming out of my Meowmie's stomach that morning and Meowmie was so surprised!! She had taken down her guitar that morning and played sweet music for me -- I liked it!! But she forgot all about it until I mentioned it to the Communicator!!!
Then this nice lady asked Meowmie if she was working at a new job, and Meowmie was SO surprised and said "Yes, how do you know?'. The lady said to Meowmie : "Princess tells me you are much happier now!" (boyoboy my previous job was horrendous, and Princess was picking up on my emotional state! The Communicator also told me that Princess's Cancer came from absorbing my emotional upsets, so I said "No! I can't let THAT happen to her again!" and promised Princess and all my kitties that I will be more in charge of my emotions and to give them LOTS MORE special love from now on!)
Note: Every time (3 times in the past 12 years) the Communicator comes (3 different ladies total) to talk to my kitties, I notice an interesting change in dynamics for the next several days -- my kitties seem to be happy that they CAN communicate with me, and what they told the communicators is a GREAT help in the way I can relate to them and I canalso better understand their needs and their unique outlook on life!!!!!!)
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