|They will not go
quietly, the cats who've shared our lives.|
In subtle ways the let us know their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think we hear a meow at the door.
Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night we miss them terribly
And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts belongs to them...
And always will.
This page is in memory to
all the cats
|Bootsie was my first cat. She died
from a rare blood disorder.|
|Frisky would always met the kids at the
corner on their way home from school, one day she never came home :-( |
Frisky was the last cat I let go outside.
|Pretty was a Calico that I found as a
kitten. She was in the rain, cold, wet, and hungry.|
|Onyx was only with us a very short time, he died of Feline Leukemia|
|Shadow was given this name because he was
like a shadow, always following us around. One day he walked up to my
husband laid down and died.|
|Angel was pure white cat with one blue eye
and one green eye.|
|Shadow and Angel were best of friends|
|Gizmo was a pure breed Himalayan who was
abused as a kitten. I took him in and nursed him back to health, but he
died shortly afterwards.|
|Sylvester was found when he was about 2 years
old, near death. He became the best cat that ever owned me. He was
the only cat I know that would come when I called him. I don't know why
he died, I found him dead lying in the sun.|
1988 (?) - 2000
|Monty was found when he was about 4 years
old, near death. He was starving and could not even walk. With love and
care he gained weight and got healthy, however, he could never jump well,
his muscles just never healed. He would stand next to our bed and meow
until one of us would lift him up and put him in bed with us. I found him dead lying next to the
fish tank one morning.|
1994 (?) - 2004
|I adopted Lizzy
from a shelter when she was 5 years old. She became my computer
cat. Whenever I was working at the computer she would curl-up on
my desk. She also insisted that I share my Cheerios with her, she
liked them dry without milk. |
|Sheba was my
cuddlier. The minute I would lay down she was at my side.
She would cuddle, purr, and mush me. I adopted Sheba from a
shelter when she was about 5 years old.|