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 
who have owned my heart!!

BootsBootsie was my first cat. She died from a rare blood disorder.


friskyFrisky 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.


PrettyPretty was a Calico that I found as a kitten.  She was in the rain, cold, wet, and hungry.


OnyxOnyx was only with us a very short time, he died of Feline Leukemia


ShadowShadow 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 Angel was pure white cat with one blue eye and one green eye.

Shadow and AngelShadow and Angel were best of friends


GizmoGizmo 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.



SylvesterSylvester 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


MontyMonty 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.
There wasn't a person that Layla didn't like.  She was always the first to great you at the door.  She was such a sweet cat. She had a tumor that went to her brain. We adopted her from a shelter when she was about a year and a half old.  She had been so matted when found that they had to give her a lion cut. 8/2008-11/2019


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