Anipal Photo Hunt #12: All Souls' Day

You've heard me talk about the cats Mom had before I came along. If you read my interview on Cat's Who Twitter you know their story. Well now you get to see their faces.

 This is Beastie. Look at that face and you can tell where the name came from. MOL. She was Mom's first kitty. Mom got her from a neighbor as a kitten and she lived to be 16 1/2. Mom said she actually wasn't a beastie, but was very sweet. Her daddy was a Persian kitty and Beastie inherited her beautiful fluff from him.

This is Sheena. She passed last Thanksgiving at 18 years old! She lived the longest of any cat Mom's had. She came to Mom as a kitten from a coworker. I got to meet this kitty before she went to the bridge. She and Pixie were best friends and she was very lonely when Pixie passed. Mom got me as a playmate for Sheena, but Sheena didn't live very long after I was adopted. I guess I came to Mom just in time to keep her from being lonely without Sheena.

This is Pixie. Someone threw her out of a van. Mom tried to find her that night and couldn't. Six weeks later after a snowstorm, she showed up on Mom's porch. She was all wet, cold, matted, and starving. Mom took her in and it was love at first sight. She lived with Mom for 12 1/2 years before she passed. I look a lot like her except I have a nice floofy tail and Pixie didn't have a tail. Mom thinks she was part Manx.


I'm lucky to have had them as sisfurs, even if I didn't get to meet them. They were the cats that taught Mom how to open her heart and home to kitties. They also taught Mom that cats were meant to be loved and spoiled. And boy am I spoiled!

Please join this week's photo blog hop and tell us about the ones in your life that came before you that you want to honor.

Kitten scribbles

Random musings today.

I got Royal Mails yesterday. My #pawpawty prize of a scarf from @pasikas came. There was a surprise in the package! 2 scarves! More details and pics by the weekend.

Mom was reading this today: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maine_Coon  There's a picture there that looks just like me. Kitty that looks like me. This kitty even has circular markings on its belly like mine. Mom thought I might be a Maine Coon mix because of my personality and cause of my beautiful fur and markings. Now she's pretty sure.

Mom saw a coyote when she took her walk yesterday. It was just outside the fence to our subdivision. It was staring at her, so she just stood real still so it wouldn't be scared of her. Finally it walked off and Mom finished her walk. I'm glad I wasn't with her even though I would be safe in my stroller. Being that close to a coyote sounds scary.

The man from the insurance company comes tomorrow and then Mom will know more about the roof. She knows they'll fix it. She's just hoping they give us enough money for a roof that won't get holes in it again. Then we don't have to worry no more about ice cubes from the sky.

I'll try to do a good post this weekend. Mommy has to go to a wedding one day and a baseball game another, but I'll make her sit down at the 'puter and type for me and put my pics up.

Sunday musings

One of Mom's friends got a stroller for her kitty, and another is thinking about getting one for her kitties. Soon we'll have a whole kitty walking club! We've had icky weather, so we haven't been for any walks lately. When the weather gets nice we're going to meet up with Mom's friend and spend the day in the park. I can't wait to make new kitty friends. Mom says they're Maine Coons, like me, but about 3 times my size. I can't imagine kitties being that enormous!

Mom's been very busy making music. Last week it was Beatles music. Next week it will be Broadway music. Later this month she's singing in two very special pieces - John Adams 'Transmigration of Souls' and Beethoven's Ninth symphony. One is a tribute to the people that died in the World Trade Center, and the other is a celebration of life. Sometimes I wish I was a person so I could go to the symphony and hear the chorus sing.

I don't know why some things I do annoy Mom so much. Just cause I have to smell everything she eats. I climb on her and sniff her breath (I practically stick my nose in her mouth) and stick my face in her plate. She always pushes me away and tells me I have no manners. I also follow her into the bathroom all the time. She says she doesn't bug me when I'm in the litter box, so why do I bug her in the bathroom? But bathrooms have all kinds of interesting smells. Don't people understand that kitties like to smell things? And people smells are very different from kitty smells. I have to investigate those!

My new cushion and harness came, and they were both too small. The cushion was too small for my stroller and the harness was too small for me. It's Mom's fault. She didn't measure the inside of the stroller, and she didn't measure me! She figured I'm a little kitty so she got me a small harness. Turns out I needed a large! If a little thing like me needs a large harness, I don't know what people with enormous kitties get for them. Anyway, Mom sent them back and is now waiting for the bigger ones to come. Sigh.

I guess that's enough musings for a Sunday. Kitty kisses to all my friends! I miss you all and as much as I'm proud of Mommy's music making, I'll be glad when she's not so busy and I can spend more time online visiting with you all. At least I get to keep up with your blogs, but I don't get to spend much time on Facebook or Twitter. TTFN