MY CATS IN WORDS AND PICTURES
MY CATS IN WORDS AND PICTURES
Until recently I have lived with two wonderful kitties - Katrina and Abigail.
Katrina, the older of my girls died this past June (1999) at the age of 17-1/2 years old. She was an awesome friend and companion. I am not sure she was really "just" a cat, because my bond to her was remarkably intense. I think she was a Guardian Angel or a Spirit Guide perhaps. Whatever the truth, I loved her very much.
Katrina was a gift from my late sister and her children, the first animal companion I ever had. She taught me about love and many other good things and she watched over Abigail and me with zealous devotion. She had a number of nicknames, including: Trini, Ti-Ti, T-Bird, Princess Furry Face the First, Your Royal Furry-hood, Stinky, & Mouth (she talked A LOT!).
Katrina
Abigail was six months younger than Katrina, very shy and all cat. She lived to be almost 21. Following Trini's death - after a life time of hardly every speaking and then only in a tiny squeak - she discovered her voice and a penchant for "operatic" singing. Her new nickname became Mini-moose because she sang with her whole body like a bellowing moose. I wrote this memorial to her after she died.
Abby wrote her first, and so far only, poem, which you can read on the poetry page, in December of last year. I think it's pretty good for a first effort. Some of Abigail's nicknames are Dougie (pronounced Doogie), Abby-Dougal, Dougal-MacDougal, Dougie-dumpling, Munchkin, Sugar Kitty & Princess Furry Face the 2nd.
Abigail
"Angel and Tara Grace... the Next Generation"
I will have to let go of some of the old pictures of Katrina and Abigail to make space for Angel and Tara Grace. Both my new girls were rescues. Angel was very young and relatively unscathed. She is the naughtiest animal on earth as well as the sweetest. She was very sick when I first got her. She seemed angelic.... Tara Grace was rescued after a long time living outside. She bears both physical and emotional scars. It has taken her two years to be comfortable being touched. She still only weighs 5 pounds and her vision is not so good. She plays (something else she had to learn over time) and walks like a ballerina and has a voice like a longshoreman. I am so blessed to have them in my life.
