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Bubble, Mommy's Best Friend
1983-1992
| Bubble will always hold a special place in my Mommy's heart. She truly was her best friend. Bubble had a personality that was all her own. As a baby, she had the unfortunate habit of liking to sleep on people's (usually Mommy's) heads. It became a house joke, "Who wanted to sleep with Bubble?" As she grew, she developed some really cute habits. Bubble loved to go "big out" and whenever Mommy called her, she answered her as she ran across fields and yards. Somehow Mommy knew she was saying, "Coming, Mom! Coming, Mom!"
Mommy will, of course, never hear that kitty voice calling to her again. I had very big shoes to fill, and I have filled them to overflowing with kitty love. I'm sure my Mommy's mother is taking good care of Bubble, feeding her at least 10 times a day! Maybe the angels hear her running home across catnip fields somewhere. I have a little Bubble That bounces here and there. I have a little Bubble That lives without a care. I have a little Bubble That is so sweet and nice. I have a little Bubble That knows naught 'bout catching mice. I have a little Bubble That thinks herself a hat. I have a little Bubble That is a little cat.
~Debbie
Young One, Patty's Best Friend 1983-1992 Young One, without a doubt, was the most placid, even-tempered cat Mommy has ever known. Whether Aunt Patty dressed him in doll clothes or he had to travel in the car, he took everything in good graces. He always seemed to have a look about him that seemed to say, "Why am I here? What am I supposed to be doing?" In a way, he was a cat without a name.....and one with many names. My Aunt Patty always called him Trouble; my Mommy's mother called him Mulligan; my Daddy and Mommy called him Young One. But he never seemed to care, and always recognized a familiar voice or a loving touch. Wherever you are, good natured kitty, we know Nana is feeding you ten times a day and you are romping through catnip fields with Bubble. |
