Pet-Peeves: She didn't like any other people except her second daddy and him only when I was gone.
Favorite Toy: it was a little blue bird that originally was on an elastic string (she tried to hang herself with that once and mommy learned the lesson of no string toys unsupervised with cats!) She would carry it around with her.
Favorite Nap Spot: She didn't have one except to be by me (or her second daddy if I was away)
Favorite Food: Every morning she told Daddy she wanted "miiiilllk!" Really. She said it.
Skills: She could read minds.
Arrival Story: Gabrielle was my first real pet that was all mine and not a childhood family pet. I adopted her when I was a junior in college. I had a friend with a female calico cat that was pregnant and I said I wanted one of the girls from the litter. There were two girls. Both had this long white coat of hair over a black undercoat. Gabby lost her white coat in her first year of life. I took her home when she was first weaned (and maybe a little too soon; she was so tiny!). On the way home I got a bacon double cheeseburger from a drive through and when we got home and I tried to eat my supper this little kitten crawled right up my chest to sniff my mouth and of course I had to give her a bite. Thus began a lifetime of bad eating habits. Gabby ate everything, pizza, lasagna, green beans, you name it. She had a particular fondness for Tums and Rolaids (maybe because of her other eating habits) and you couldn't leave a roll lying around. She was with me through poverty and an abusive first marriage. When I left my first husband I could have given up my cat and moved back into the dorm for very little money. And very little money was what I had! But NO WAY! When you adopt an animal that committment is for life! So I moved in with a girlfriend and paid rent that was twice what a dorm would have cost. Gabrielle and I had each other though. She slept with me every night, under the covers. She came when I whistled "All of Me." She gave the most fantastic kitty kisses; ramming her little head right into your nose. Sadly, my roomate's daughter let her outside before I was able to afford to get her spayed and Gabby got pregnant when she was barely a year old. She got mastitis and her milk dried up but I was too young and stupid to know what was going on and I was trying to leave the kittens alone so as not to upset her. By the time I realized there was a problem the little boy was gone. I tried to save the other two by feeding them with a dropper but it was too late. My darling Gabrielle only lived to almost 11 years old. We don't know what killed her even though we took her to the vet college for tests and exams. We were giving her subcutaneous injections for dehydration in the last couple of weeks and feeding her with a syringe while she lay on a heating pad. On her last night I stayed up with her but got too tired and laid down on the couch. I whistled her song because I thought it would be comforting and the poor little thing tried to stand and come to me. I of course ran to her and held her and petted her. The next morning she died. We buried her wrapped in a quilt that my grandmother had made and with her little china plate that she ate treat foods from. We planted a pine tree on her grave. That was twelve years ago. I am holding back the tears as I type this. The tree is very large now. I will get a picture of the tree and add it to this page.
Bio: Gabby still sleeps with me. Edgar and Emily will NOT stay under the covers by my side, they refuse. They will sleep on top of the covers at my feet but I cannot get them to lie down where Gabby did. I think it is because she is still there. I can still feel exactly what it felt like to hold her against my chest as she purred, to gently tug on the long hair growing between her toes. I miss my girl so much.
Well it's finally here, my video: Precious Princess Gabrielle The clips are all from a gathering of mommy's family in May of 1986 when mommy graduated from college with her undergraduate degree. I was just barely over one year old. Sadly, I was also pregnant. The sad story of my pregnancy is in my bio on my page.
All video was shot in my daddy's house. Mommy and daddy wouldn't get married fur a year yet. The first part of the video is in the big back room of the house that was formerly a two car garage. That room was neffur really finished. The only heat back there came from a wood stove. One summer a birdie flew down the stove pipe and got trapped in the wood stove. Mommy let it out into the room and Oh! I thought I could fly too! Mommy and I swear I leapt at least six feet in the air from the ground trying to get that birdie! MOL! But I wasn't able to catch it and mommy let it out the back door. :~(
I'm afraid my video isn't much… mommy knew it wasn't going to be after she watched the old VHS tape. But still, it's the only recording of me and so it is priceless. Putting it together today has mad mommy a little melancholy. I hope you enjoy it.
*sigh* My mommy watched that old video tape Friday night so she could mark the start and stop times of my appearances in it so that the human who made the DVD might be able to make breaks there. But there was much less footage of me on there than what she thought she remembered. :~( And it's not furry good footage either, too far away and too fuzzy.
I remember when daddy videoed that. It was back in the day of the great big giant video cameras! MOL! Daddy saw mommy watching it and said, "maybe you could just use the camera to video it while we play it on the t.v.?" So mommy is going to try that to see how it comes out.
If that works purrty well she may not have that DVD made after all. 'Cause her memories of me in her heart are much more vivid and detailed anyway.
It was some time ago that momma (I'm going to revert to the name we used when I was on earth, "momma" instead of the "mommy" that my earth siblings use in their diaries) promised that she would take that old VHS tape somewhere to have it converted to a DVD and then edit and post the little clips of me on my page.
Now, I know I have nothing but time up here at the Bridge. And the time is passed gaily, chasing butterflies and drinking all the milk I want (I always demanded my milk in the mornings). But this is getting a little ridiculous!
rather impatient angel purrrs,
Precious Princess Gabrielle