I love animals. Much more than I love people. Animals are honest. They give love unconditionally and don't really expect anything in return and you can't help but give the love right back to them. When I was going through some really bad times in the past, my kids were always there for me. If nothing else but to cuddle with me as I lay like a miserable lump not able to do anything more than cry. Or when I was in a rage and pacing around ranting they would follow me patiently waiting for me to take a breath, then get my attention by nosing at me or "talking" to me until I calmed down. They never judged me, never degraded me. Always made me feel as if I was someone. They loved me and I was able to love them back. They were the joys of my life.
As they are all gone now, I thought this would be a good place to honor them. I know the formatting is a bit screwed up, I'll fix it as I can. I just wanted to get this started because it is important...to me at least.
This is my old boy Ray, or as I call him when he's not getting on my nerves, Pookie. He's been with me a long time and when I think about the fact that he is going to be 15, I get a little sad. He's a good boy, filled with more love than he knows what to do with. He's been a great friend to me over the years, I just hope I've been good to him. My Ray died on October 7, 2000. At almost 17, I guess you could say he had a good long life. I love him and will miss him. Goodbye Pookie.
This is Tina, the cat that taught me what cat ownership was all about. She is also the one that totally killed the myth that cats are aloof, at least for me. She was the friendly cat, always met you at the door demanding her kiss on the head. I had her for 8 great years until she got sick. She certainly won't be forgotten.
My twin girls, Katie (left) and Mags (right). Since they were actually sisters I named them after two other sisters important to me, My Nan and my Aunt Kay. They have to be two of the strangest cats in the world. Most people don't believe that these two really exist since they always hide when people come over. If you stay overnight though they're usually out and about by morning, then they won't get out of your face. I've loved every minute that I've had them. On an ironic note, my Katie died on Halloween morning 1998. She had been sick for over a year and I guess she decided it was time. I miss her very much. I was a little concerned at first, about what it meant if a black cat died on Halloween, but as I found out a few days later she brought me some good luck. All I can say is THANK YOU KATIE!!! Maggie stayed with me the longest, and although she too is gone now her sweet loving nature is still with me.
Simon originally belonged to a friend from work who moved and couldn't keep him, so he came into my life. And I can't say how glad I am that he did. He is sweet and silly and playful and loving all rolled into a huge furball. I used to love coming home from work and find him waiting at the door for me. And you can't help but laugh when you'd see how big he is and then hear his tiny little meow. Sadly when I moved across the country I was unable to bring him due to his heart condition, but luckily his original owner was able to take him back so I know he's with someone who loves him at much as I do.