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Mickey Lee, Mickey Moo, Pooh Bear
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April 23rd 1989
Looking out the bow window
People pestering her when she wants to be alone
Sid the Squid; play mouse
Favorite Nap Spot:
On the bow window
Chicken/turkey and popcorn
She gives five
It's not a real exciting story, but a day that would unfold into a life full of memories for me a precious little torti. It was back in 1988 and my boyfriend (at the time) owned a garage and they had a cat that keep the mice at bay. Well, she had kittens and the minute I saw that little torti rolling around, wrestling with her brothers and sisters, it was love at first sight. I wasn't sure what to call her, and started just calling her different names when I played with her at the garage. It seemed that when I called her "Mickey" she always turned around and came running, so I figured it was the name she liked best. I remember the day I took her home. It was in August and hotter than anything. My air conidtioner wasn't working in my car and I was holding Mickey on my chest while I drove. At one point, she barely moved and I thought she died from the heat. I held the little girl out the window and when the wind hit her, it woke her right up and she seemed to like it. So, as you can see, it isn't a very exciting story, but the years to come held many, many stories that I will never forget.
Mickey was my best friend in every sense of the word. She was with me for half of my life and there in both the good and the bads times. Even my husband loved Mickey and he is not a cat person. He said she was a cool cat who really didn't act like a cat at all.
Some of the things I remember most about Mickey was her tortitude as I like to call it. If she didn't want to be bothered with you, she would definitely let you know it. On the other hand, when she was in a loving mood, she would curl up on your lap and purr giving little mewing sounds so you would pet her. She was one of a kind there is no doubt. She knew her name and if you called or whistled, she'd come running. She followed me no matter where I went. When I would get ready for work in the morning, she would jump up on the toilet seat and meow for me to put on her makeup. Yes, you heard me right, she wanted her makeup. I really didn't put any on her, but I took the brush and pretended and I swear I could see her smile when I did that.
Mickey loved to help me make the bed. Whenever I would change the sheets, she would lay in the middle of the bed and I'd throw the sheet over hear. I'd call, "Where's Mickey?" and you could see this lump under the sheets flicking her tail, thinking you couldn't see her. Then, when she thought you were close enough, she would pop at and grab your leg. She did this for every sheet and comforter. She was a ham!
She loved playing with just about anything, from toiletpaper empty rolls, to her toy mice, to an empty paperbag, she loved them all. One of the funniest things I ever saw her do was with an empty paperbag. She stalked this bag for what seemed like an hour. She she thought it was about ready to take off, she pounced on it! She jumped off of it then went inside it and was like fighting with it until she'd flip it so it was standing upright, then she would jump out. It was a hoot! Sid the squid was her favorite toy when we lived with my dad. I'll never forget when she lost it. She cried for weeks looking for that toy. We never did find it, but she eventually got over it. One fun game we used to play was "kitty jail". That's what I called it when I put the laundry basket over her. She would reach through the holes, grabbing at everything, trying to find something to help her out. Just to show how smart she was, one time when I trapped her on the bed, she pushed the basket with her head until it was to the edge so that she could get out of the bottom. I was amazed!
Mickey also loved to be outside. She was predominiately an indoor cat, but I took her outside from time to time and let her walk around. She loved it. She would chase butterflies, birds, leaves and of course, eat the grass. She was like a lion stalking her prey at everything that moved. She even went swimming a few times, although it wasn't her favorite thing. She dove off the raft a couple of times. Of course, it was more out of the urge to get to the side and get out of the pool then it was to just have fun. I don't know why Mickey didn't like the pool because she loved water. She had no problem getting a bath and whenever I took a bath, she would hop up on the side of the tub and play with the bubbles and water. She even tried to get in the shower a couple of times. I had to be quick because she would always be there waiting in case I opened the shower door.
Mickey loved laying on the bow window and watching the world outside. When you couldn't find Mickey on the bed, you could always count on her being at the window. This was a problem for her at Christmas time though because we put up lights, snow and a penguin scene on the window ledge. Mickey didn't care. She just mader her little nest right in the snow:) Mickey did love Christmas. Like most cats, she ws fasinated with the balls. You could always tell when Mickey was playing with them because you would find them back the hall or down the stairs. Sleeping under the tree was one of her favorite things to do when it was up. It was like her own little hideaway and I'm sure in her mind she thought she was living in the jungle somewhere. Speaking of Christmas, that was one of Mickey's favorite times of the year. I decorate a lot and Mickey was always there to help. She literally would pull the lights and garland out for me. She could follow me around as I setup all the displays. When it was time to decorate the tree, she would sit right by the tree and I would ask her where to put an ornament and she would meow and walk to a certain place then stop. That is how I knew where she wanted the ornament put on the tree. People would not believe me until they saw it. She also loved helping wrap gifts, or should I say, unwrapping them. If I wrapped gifts on the floor, Mickey would grab the paper and started chewing on it, or she would take a bow and throw it up in the air. She really loved unwrapping the gifts. It was funny because every year should would open one gift way before Christmas, and of course, it was always the same gift. Yep, you guessed it, catnip! I'm sure she could smell it and no matter how hard I tried to hide it in the other packages, she would find it, pull it out, and open it. Unbelievable! I truly do believe Christmas was her favorite time of year.
My husband loved Mickey too, and that's saying a lot because he doesn't like cats at all! He said Mickey was different though because she wasn't sneeking like most cats and she came when you called her, more like a dog. Anytime Mickey laid on the top of the sofa with us watching TV, my husband would scratch her head and she loved it.
What I loved most about Mickey was nighttime. She would almost alway sleep on the headboard above me. It was comforting to fall sleep with my angel watching over me. Once in a while she would lay in the middle of my back if I laid on my stomach, but for the most part she slept on the headboard.
Mickey loved Gizmo (her calico cat) and Nikki (her aussie). She paled around with Gizmo all the time, sleeping on the bed with her and running through the house. It was funny because if you were downstairs and the cats where upstairs, it sounded like you had a heard of elephant charging through the living room when the cats where running around. Mickey and Nikki had a special bond for a dog and a cat. They knew there limits with each other and never pushed them. I loved when they laid side by side, curled against one another. This image is burned forever in my mind and I'm glad it is because I never took a picture of it for some reason. They spent 14 years together and when Nikki passed away, you could tell it really upset Mickey. She walked around the house for weeks, meowing, calling for Nikki. Eventually she realized that she wasn't coming back, but Mickey never was totally herself after that and she never developed a bound with Chloe' like she had with Nikki. In fact, I don't think Mickey liked Chloe' much at all. In Chloe's defense, she was just a puppy and had a lot more energy then Nikki had for the past few years. Mickey just wasn't use to that and being older herself, really had no tolerance for that.
Right before Mickey's 18th birthday, the vet discovered a lump in a routine examine. After running several test and taking xrays, the vest said she had a tumor near her spleen. My heart sank. I knew sooner or later this day would come, but it didn't matter, I was devastated. Because of her age, we decided against surgery because the vet said in all honestly, he didn't think she would survive it and if she did, she wouldn't have any quality of life and it really wouldn't prolong her life either. Loving Mickey as much as I did, I couldn't put her through it. The vet assured me that she was in no pain and said she could have a month, year, several years, we just had no way of knowing. It was almost a year later that Mickey passed away.
I knew it was getting close because Mickey started withdrawing from us. She wouldn't come when you called her, she didn't hang out with us, and she was never in any of her usual spots. If you knew Mickey, you knew this was not who she was. Then, one night she laid for hours on the top of the sofa with us as we watched TV. This was rare lately because she was so distant. I was really happy to have my girl with me. She wouldn't come up to bed that night (although she hadn't much the past few weeks because I think the steps were getting harder for her) and the next morning, my darling Mickey was gone. It was Mother's Day, 2007 and it was a very, very sad day.
We will forever love and cherish our sweet Mickey Lee.
Queen of the House
Sitting on the window sill,
Waiting for me to come home.
You were always there for me,
With you I never felt alone.
You would watch as I left in the morning,
Giving me a little wave.
You would be waiting for me to return,
I wondered if you waited there all day.
You were my best friend,
There through good and bad.
Now you have passed away,
My heart is very sad.
I remember your cute little face,
That would light up my darkest day.
That soft little meow
Would make all my sadness go away.
Is what you and I shared.
Half of my life I spent with you,
Without you I donÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t know how life I will bear.
You will forever me in my heart,
I will never forget you.
Mickey, I will always love you.
The catnip you loved so much,
The toy mice you pretended to be lunch.
Waiting for your make-up to be done,
Laying on the deck in the warm sun.
Smacking that toy with all your might,
Waking me up in the middle of the night.
Waiting for breakfast by the bathroom door.
Giving me a meow, asking for more.
You were my best friend
No other will ever replace you.
Forever in my heart and soul.
Forever I will love you.
You were the queen of the house,
There with your tortie tude.
Everyone that you encountered,
Took a liking to you.
You were one of a kind,
There will never be another like you.
You were my one and only,
My Mickey Moo.
You loved riding in the car,
Sitting on my lap.
You watched as the cars went by,
Sometimes youÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢d take a nap.
I remember the day,
I picked you out.
You had many brothers and sisters,
But you were the one, there was no doubt.
That cute little nose,
Those caring little eyes.
That soft little meow,
You stole my heart, that I cannot deny.
I picked you up
And held you close.
You snuggled against me,
That was all she wrote.
I will miss you each and every day.
That love I have for you will never go away.
M = My girl
I = Intellegent
C = Caring
Y= Young at hear
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
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