Friday, December 17, 2010

Remembering Our Princess

Today I am going to tell you about Princess.
When I came to live here in my forever home, I had a nice sister named Princess.

She was an olde lady but a very cute one, a little crouchy but that was because she was rickety, also I was new and she just lost her beloved littermate Caesar.
Prinnie was born, with her tuxie brother Caesar in 1991 on April 15th
Mommie got Caesar and Princess in July of that year.
Here they are in their new forever home.

Blizzie was only 3 years old and Christabelle was only 6!!

Princess was a good girl when she was a kitten, but she liked to get into things. Once she went behind the washer and came out all black - ew.
Once she was in the unfinished basement and she climbed into the insulation. Mom had to cut her out.
these two were quite a team
the beans have a lot of good memories
Caesar and Princess were two good cats!

Last year, Missie Princess went to the bridge. Caesar was calling her to come home.
Missie Peachies' mom made this lovely picture for us

Princess was so curly

and just like a pink flower.
She was really smart and beautiful

Dear Princess
sweet sweet snowy white flower ~ We miss you so so soooo much
We can not believe it has been a whole year since you went to the bridge to be with your brother Caesar.
Sometimes we still cry when we think about you.
We miss you.

*sigh* two best friends
together again.

pretty in pink
You really were our sunshine

Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;

Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

~Francis Kazinczy

When you are sorrowful
look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth
you are weeping for that
which has been your delight

~Kahlil Gibran

Gratitude is the memory of the heart.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Wouldn't life be worth the living
Wouldn't dreams be coming true
If we kept the Christmas spirit
All the whole year through?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Mancat and Canmat-in-Braining Monday

today I want to share with you two things that Miles and I do when we help mom in the kitchen.
See, I have to show mom where the mixer is and she can take it out to make the cookies. Then, I remind her that it goes back in this closit next to the olde coffee maker

Miles: I like to stand in the door of the refrigerator.
Mom says it is not helpful but I think it might be.
She has to close the door gently when I am standing on it.

Miles and I rest a lot at this window in the sunroom.
we relax and talk about being mancats and lots of times we wrestle too.

bronks for a happy Monday

This December,
That love weighs more than gold!

~Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon