My little Honey-girl lost her battle with heart failure and was helped to the Bridge a little before midnight last night. Before we left the house for our last ride together in the car, I watched in amazement as the cats tried to bring forth another miracle healing of their canine friend. But this time it wasn’t meant to be….
Her spirit was peacefully released from her exhausted, spent body at the emergency clinic where she was first taken in February 2003. As I told the wonderfully compassionate vet last night, while we never have enough time with our beloved companions, I’m grateful that Honey and I had “bonus” time together after the accident that nearly claimed her life five years ago.
So thank you, Honey, for being a kind and tolerant member of a household run by cats, and for sharing your bed — and your life — with us all.
Thank you for being my friend and constant companion — my “velcro dog” — for fourteen fast, fleeting years.
I hope you’ve found your doggy-friend, Spotty, whose spirit also left this earth at the age of fourteen in August 2006, and I also hope you’ve found my Dad. He loved you, too, you know.
Run free, run strong and take delight in what you discover on this part of your journey. But wait for me, Honeybear, and remember that you’ll always be my baby girl.
“Hellooooo! Anybody home?”
“Oh, hi! Are you pretendin’ to be the troll under the bridge?”
“I shall vanquish you, nasty troll, with my mighty ninja moves!”
“What makes you think Niko’s gettin’ mad? We’s just playin’!”
“In yer basket! Two points for the little cat!”
Simon continues to grow and change. He’s now 12 weeks old — the age that most reputable breeders recommend for separating moms & kittens…. Poor Simon never had the advantage of growing up with a mom cat and siblings; my son found him when he was just 3 weeks old.
Most of the time he’s still playing too rough and aggressively with my other cats, but I managed to take a quick picture while he was catching his breath on my bed after random terrorizing. You can see from Riley’s expression that he wasn’t but so thrilled to have Simon that close to him….
Most of the time that Simon is out and about, the other furkids try to avoid him.
Honey-dawg and Cirrus “hide” under my computer desk:
Kian opts to watch from on top of my computer monitor:
Awww….but what’s not to love about a little orange kitten? 😉
It was a pretty typical day here at the kitten daycare center and Simon was (typically) busy terrorizing the resident cats.
Something special was in the works, however, because earlier in the day a package had arrived in the mail — and it was addressed to HIM! With a return address of Rocky Mountain Siamese Rescue, I was sure it contained some goodies from the Rocky Mountain Siamese Rescue eBay Store, but I had no idea who it was from!
That evening I told Simon he could LOOK at the package, but he couldn’t open it until his “Daddy” got home. Waiting was sheer torture, especially since his behavior let me know that he was smelling — and reacting to — catnip!
“Oh, GrandMeowmy, purrrr-lease??!”
Daddy finally got home and Simon turned those sad little eyes on him. But wait — would we be contributing to the delinquency of a minor by giving catnip to a kitten?! Yeah, probably!
But with no further ado, we opened the package, and oh my, what a bountiful bag of kitty toys! Simon didn’t know what to play with first!
And within the bag we found a note from the sender:
Thank you, Auntie Kaye! What a wonderful surprise and wonderful toys! Simon just lubs them!!
You can help support Siamese Rescue efforts by purchasing Simon-endorsed and reasonably-priced cat-related merchandise through the eBay store listed above. You can also get some goodies for the special kitties in YOUR life by clicking on the link below:
Despite cat etiquette training by Niko and my other cats, Simon still doesn’t seem to understand that there’s more to life than simply — and repeatedly — pouncing on other members of one’s species. In a rare moment of discretion/common sense, he considers attacking my male sealpoint Kian, changes his mind, and gives him a quick “kiss” instead:
On Saturday when he was staying with his other GrandMeowm and PawPaw, there apparently was just entirely too much temptation to demonstrate his fierce and intimidating ninja moves in front of one of their kitties:
Using his speed, he was able to escape, unscathed, from this encounter (you can hear his GrandMeowm say, “Uh, oh — hit and run!”) but he was soundly smacked on the head a few minutes later. When he’s reprimanded by an adult cat, he may be momentarily subdued, but I really think he’s just taking a moment to regroup and plan his next offensive campaign.
At this point, Simon could clearly benefit from reading the feline equivalent of “How to Win Friends and Influence People”….
Simon spent the day with his GrandMeowm & GrandPaw. I went over for a quick visit this evening and to take them another can of kitten food. Of course I had to take my camera along. 😉
Simon was having a blast on their open, hardwood floors — running and playing with toys, sliding into things and never slowing down. According to his GrandMeowm, he’d been going strong for nearly four hours, but shortly after I got there he started winding down. It’s rare to see him still these days, so I took advantage of the situation and snapped a few pictures.
At 9-weeks old, he seems to be getting away from the long, deep sleep of baby kittenhood. Just minutes after I took the last picture, he was up and playing again!