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In Memory – Whiskers

admin — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 02:34:22 +0000

Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven’s love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again

Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem’ry bittersweet
Until we meet

Fly, fly do not fear
Don’t waste a breath, don’t shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don’t wait for me
Above the universe you’ll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won’t forget

Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light

~ Celine Dion ~

Whiskers
Born March 2005
Crossed over 3-7-2011

Lil Bit’s Song

admin — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 17:12:45 +0000

Such a lady is Lilbit
Demanding attention is not her habit
She patiently waits a bit
Then by your side she’ll sit
And gently ask for it
She’d love to be a perfect fit
Won’t you please adopt a lady like Lilbit?

Bacardi & JB’s Song

admin — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 15:54:10 +0000

Bacardi and JB are a twosome
He’s tabby handsome
She’s torbie winsome
They’re never lonesome
Their play is gleesome
Adopting both would be awesome
Keep Bacardi and JB a twosome

Zack’s Song

admin — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 12:22:54 +0000

Our Zackety Zack Zack
Loves a tasty snack
Finding warm laps is his knack
His moods are seldom black
His purrs never slack
Love you will never lack
If you adopt our Zackety Zack Zack

Lancelot’s Song

admin — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 03:53:19 +0000

My name’s Lancelot
Like my distant cousin the ocelot
I want to be king of the sandlot
I like my foster home alot
But I want my own Camelot
Won’t you please plot
To adopt your very own Sir Lancelot?

Lancelot is available for adoption! Check out Lancelot’s page here.

And yes, that is him featured in the Quote of the Day – 08/05/09

Rusty’s Song

admin — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 15:34:12 +0000

Rusty Rusty
Sweet little Rusty
Never ever dusty
Doesn’t smell musty
Can be a little crusty
And slightly mistrusty
Rusty Rusty
Sweet little Rusty

Thanks to Ranea for coming up with this rhyme for Rusty!

View Rusty’s page here

Love Her, Love Her Cat

admin — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 03:54:22 +0000

When we met for the first time
He wasn’t in the best of moods
Can’t blame the fella, I would be too
If I’d been cooped up in a pet carrier
For most of the 1100 mile trip she took
To begin a new life with me

She was soon quick to gently hint
Not to waste the flavorful water
Whenever I opened a can of tuna fish
But he would turn up his nose at my offering
Stalk off with a superior-than-thou ‘tude
Then when he thought I wasn’t watching
He’d come back and lap up every last drop

She didn’t grumble nor mumble
When he insisted on sharing her bed
His favorite spot is right under her left arm
That slinky, lanky furred body couldn’t possibly
Weigh more than six pounds dripping wet
I’m amazed at how little room there’s left for her

Oh, he has his precious moments
The way he steals milk from our cups
Dipping and licking one paw at a time
The way he sprawls on the corner of the bed
Lazily watching us dress for work
Then chases after her, batting at her legs
As if commanding her to stay home with him

He insistently demands his kitty treats from her
Often with loud meows if she’s slow
But he shows more than just a casual interest
In what I eat those days
He knows if he sits patiently enough
I’ll share some pieces of my meat with him

Its been almost two years now
His favorite places are now more numerous
He’s taken to jumping on her computer desk
When he wants her undivided attention
But he will occassional stalk close to mine
And accept short hand-to-cheek rubs from me

He still prefers hanging out on her lap
Or lays on the sofa above her head when she reads
And he still wraps his paws around her neck
When she picks him up and hugs him
He’s still very much a one woman cat
But I think he’s also accepted me as a friend
Since he knows now that I love her too.

Cats

admin — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 03:11:55 +0000

up …. down …. upside down …
running … chasing … watching …
sleeping sixteen hours
a day!

purring … cuddling … grooming …
adored … beloved … worshipped …
offerings on the doorstep
no way!

hunting … hunted … haunting …
fearless … dauntless … hapless …
never owned yet owning
their day!

curious … spontaneous … impetuous …
inside … outside … fireside …
in our homes and hearts
to stay!

Thirty Two Footprints

admin — Sat, 30 May 2009 03:38:02 +0000

Was it really only a couple months ago
That this homeless black and calico cat
Meandered into our lives?
We never knew from hence she came
Wary at first, yet her sweet temperment
Reached and touched both our hearts
Even though we both realized
We couldn’t really claim her
We left food and water outside for her
Allowing her to come and go as she wished
Our kindness bolstered her trust in us
To where she decided to further
Entwine her fortunes with ours
By giving birth to seven kittens on our porch
Under the chilly night clouds of December 4th
Five orange striped, one black, one calico- shaded

Quite the feat for momma cat, small as she was
We protectively watched over them all
And soon it became such a joy to come home
And find seven pairs of eyes gazing up at us
From the depths of their cardboardbox home
And momma cat waiting patiently nearby
We delighted in their antics and playfulness
As they explored the limits of the porch
All too soon came the day that was foretold to happen
Our time of fostering this little family was done
Holding back tears we said goodbye yesterday
To five orange striped, one black, one calico-shaded
And their sweet tempered little mother
Secure that they will all be adopted
The silence of this cold January Sunday is strange
Yet we are kept warm by the photos and our memories
And the thirty two footprints in our hearts