Who Woulda Thought?

 Kitties!  Woofies!  This is both of us here.  Angel Katie and Mom.

Guess what?  Mom has already told several dear friends already this morning that last night as she was sleeping..she was awakened by a semi loud "meow".  She didn't just open her eyes, she was jolted awake so to speak, (with the resultant faster- for- a- few- seconds, heartbeat.) Then another meow, total of two...slightly less loud.  Normal "conversational" tone by cats.  Not a screech.  The first was meowed with an upward seeming tilt at the end, and the second one following right behind the first, was as if there was a period at the end.  So, like a question and then,  a reply. 

I lay there galvanized for a few minutes wondering how and why and what.  I fell asleep while wondering it seems.  

I will swear I heard the two meows differing in tonal quality.  It jolted me awake.  And I was. Awake I mean. 

To those who want to know, I am doing alright for all that has happened.  The pain of it will come in  waves several times in the day.  It is a fact of life that a beloved pets passing is unspeakably hard to deal with.  

 Happy Sunday everyone.  And heartfelt thank you's for each and every single message or comment  or letter with your heartfelt offering of love and care. 

Hit It On the Nail Head

 Kitties, Mom and I saw something on Face Book.  We made a screen shot of it to share here.  Mom said she has never seen the reason for the deep sadness when explained in such a way as this one I am posting.  

Mom has family, kids, friends, all of that but:  The cartoon, if we want to call it that, explains why singletons as she has been for a while, might suffer pet family loss on a different level.  

Love and headbonks...side rubs too, more headbonks and purrs to you all.  That's from me.  Mom just said she would keep her dignity and spare you  those from her---and keep them from me from me~  

Good Meowning

 Kitties and Woofies, not a lot going on today but here I am!  Here we are, me and Mom.

Night before last,  about half an hour before bedtime-- and Mom was reading a new book.  Silent in the living room, which was lit by one lamp.  So...reading along, she felt the quick brush of fur against the front of her calf.  A common thing each day.  She lowered the book to acknowledge who her mind thought was me.  That was something that I did as I came from down the hall and up to mom ready to be picked up...or invited to climb up the recliner foot platform.  But I wasn't there to be seen.  It was so real she said next day to a friend.  The feeling of fur going by as usual was so genuine seeming.  It was shocking to her that I wasn't there to be picked up, hugged to her chest, smooched all over and talked to.  

But it wasn't saddening.  That it wasn't, surprised her.  Me...I am alright...there are many furriends I have seen and  that I play with as well as my sisfur in the fur, Admiral.  Mom will still say "Good Morning" when she sits up...and still say "Mom is home" when she comes back home.  And "I love you" sometimes.

Today is selfie day.  I will use pictures I can find in Mom's albums.  

Home Again. All of you are balm to mom's heart.

Kitties, this is meant to be a good post, not one of sorrow.  Katie came home this early afternoon.  She has taken up a place next to her sisfur, Admiral.   

She was a beautiful girl, so she chose a beautiful resting place.  I wish I could have found one like that for my Admiral.

Oh!  Admiral said to tell you that her actual name back when she was 3 months old and Mom found her in a parking lot,  became Lady Bianca.  The kids couldn't stand that...so they re-named her Hester.   MSNLive Spaces friends in her blogging there re-named her Admiral and she came to the CB with that name. Her urn will say if you look, Hester.   But she has been Admiral for so many years, I automatically call her that.  This was for those who may see her urn and wonder at the name.  

My little girl is home now.  She is where she belongs.  And she is in the bedroom that the now, three of us, have shared for a long time.  I take great comfort knowing they are home.  And the love they had the entire time they were with me is still the same.  Strong and true.  

Here she is...welcomed home with Mom again.  Thank Goodness.  

Having a sunbath in her favorite window you have seen her in so often

With her sisfur Admiral

One for each baby.

Kitties!

Kitties!  Look what appeared from the Bridge only today!!!  Three of the best friends ever was!!!  Having tea at the Bridge!   

Those feminine girls!  Goodness knows they are probably still gossiping about their mancats as well as who did what right there at the Bridge.  You might remember how all three were in their homes and the CB back when Admiral was still here and hootin' and hollerin'.  

The vision of them was sent to me, Angel Katie, this very meowning by Nelly Belly's Momma, Barb K. at Cats-astrophicEvents!  Soon as I get to Admiral's place there a few house over,  I will show her this!!  Oh, the memories she will have to tell me about.  Have to get Spitty and Austin in on this! 

Nelly Belly, me and Admiral.  High Tea! 

The Reality of Everything

 Dear dear furriends and Parents,

Thank you from my heart for everything you have written.  Your words are truly a comfort in a terrible time.  Know that I will read and re-read. Many times. 

I will bare my heart again, as I always seem to do when it comes to Katie, and tell you I have not felt so alone before.  And I will tell you that last evening when I sat in my preternaturally clean sparse seeming living room reading, Just above the book I could have sworn I saw Katie walking as always, across the room in front of the dining table on her way to the kitchen for some dry crunchies and a drink.  And a little later as I prepared for bed in a bedroom that was only utilitarian and had no love in it...I got in without anyone waiting at the "passenger side" trying to get on my chest before I was even FLAT on the bed for pete sakes! I turned out the light and laid there but after a few minutes I swear to you I felt the little trembling at the foot of the bed when she got onto it in the night from the chest at the foot of the bed.  Up her steps, and then, onto the chest , then onto me.  I felt the wee movement in the bed there and after about a quarter of a minute I thought I felt settling at my feet.  I turned on the light and raised my head!  I knew it wasn't her, but it was so real I had to look.  Unfortunately I looked into Leopard's face!! I forgot he was on my chest!  Startled me not too pleasantly for a split second! 

Please see the beautiful memorials that Ann, and Ingrid on Meezers Mews and Terrieristicals Woofs sent me so lovingly.  I will save them always. 

For now, the house has never been this quiet since it was bought.  I have never been so alone.  Admiral wrote about this last night...she was joyous that Katie came to see her.  As the Mom, I wrote about this in my own blog Ramblingon.  This tearingly hard event has overtaken everything else right now.  Katie will let me know what to do.  But here I am, writing.  :-) 

Love you all.  Thank you so very much.  

See Donkey!!  There he is!!!

A loving gift from Ann as well. Both will always be saved and displayed. . 

Kathryn Isabella on August 8, 2026

 

Kathryn Isabella 

Deeply Deeply Beloved Forever and Ever

2008-2026

An extreme sudden devastating change this morning.  Dr. was unable to help the pain.  Several trips back to back.  I can't bear it without her.  

Katie might tell me what to do from now on.  I will listen for her.  

Card is from Kit Harland and Kat