July 17th, 2009

Some of them do sparkle....

You people are great, shining beams of light. Yesterday I got a surprised email from City Kitties their email box was flooded, in the last 24 hours, more than $600 has poured in. Check out Ike, the first kitty you all helped because of YOU he was able to get medical treatment and is now looking for a home. Ike loves people and has a chance at a wonderful life with a wonderful person. Thank YOU.

As if she knew our time was limited, Momcat slept in the bed with us Wednesday night -- taking over Trillian's pillow and dividing the bed exactly in half-- one half for her, the other for us -- we were welcome to stay with her as long as that line was not crossed. We squeezed in and she stayed there the whole night. Yesterday morning she investigated the New Favorite Cat Spot on Earth: the newly screened in porch. I figured that was probably about the best place for her to be, so she spent last night out there, hanging with Roswell and eating canned food. We moved a litter box out there (which trillian_stars noted that she was spending a lot of time sitting in -- typical momcat.)

I've been spending some time out there working -- she doesn't seem to mind if I'm out there, as long as I promise not to get too close.

We're waiting for the vet to call back. If her last day on Earth is spent on the porch, sniffing the air and watching the birds, then she's spent it in the way all the other cats in the house would choose to.





You people make me proud. Thank you. I'm reminded of the last scene in Camelot....

“One of what we all are, Pelly. Less than a drop in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea. But it seems that some of the drops sparkle, Pelly. Some of them do sparkle!"


You sparkle.
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It's over.

Goodbye my little rainbow.


I'm going to tell you a story, and although, like all good stories, there are some sad parts, it is a happy story. You have to trust me.

There was a cat. She was desperate and doomed, as were her children. One day she was kidnapped and her children taken away. The catmother never got over this, but she lived warm and clean and well fed and was no longer desperate nor doomed, though she was always a bit sad and a bit afraid. One day she died, but her children, far from desperate, far from doomed lived wonderful, beautiful lives because she had found for them everything a catmother could ever hope to give her children, and much more.



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