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Thursday, 19 November 2009

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    In Loving Memory of 1st Pacific Flyser!

     

     

     

    The sunrise was beautiful, as always, and Flyser! made sure Dad was up and watching it.  He enjoyed a bit of breakfast, and then racked out on the recliner for a snooze.  He knew there was something eating Dad, but he also knew there was a change in the wind ….

     

                       *                  *                  *                  *                  *

     

              …. He stretched a paw … and then sneezed as something tickled his nose … “Huh?”  he looked up to see a butterfly retreating, and about to settle on … “GRAMPA MAX??????”  Scrambling to his paws and fully awake now … “What are YOU doing here?!”

     

              Many many times Flyser! had settled for a nap, hoping to visit Crystal Creek with his hero … and to hear more of Grampa Max’s sea stories … they were always amazing!

     

              “Uh, are you here for my birthday?!”

     

              Max stared intently at his grandson, thinking to himself what a grand man-cat  he’d grown to be.  “Yes, and no, Son”.

     

              “Oh.”  Flyser! plopped his fuzzy butt down and scrubbed a paw.  “Is it about this bothersome thing on my face?” he asked, not looking up at Max.

     

              “Yes, it is.” 

     

              “Is this it?”

     

              “Not yet, but soon.”

     

              “Will you be there?”

     

              “Yes, and your sister if you’ll give the word. I swear she’ll stow away anyway even if I tell her no. Wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.”

     

              “Um, I think I’d like that …. “

     

              “So be it.”

     

     

                                 *                  *                  *                  *

     

              Flyser! opened one eye, watching the goings on, the familiar routine of the morning.  He liked the mornings. He liked the condo. It wasn’t the Ducky Pond, but it was certainly nice.  Especially when Ole Dad didn’t bother with the air conditioner. 

     

              They’d had a long talk the night before, he and Ole Dad. “The time had come, Ole Dad had said, to talk of many things: of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings … “(with all due respect to Lewis Carroll).

     

                        *                  *                  *                  *                  *

     

              “Where are they? When are they coming? What  ...”

     

              “Now Buttsy, if you can’t control yourself I’m sending you back …” Max hated to bark at her, but really, she’d drive him up a tree at this rate.

              “Max. Give her some room, okay? After all …“  chided Andrew, perched on a cabinet, trying to soothe his two charges.  He knew this was a bitter sweet time for them.  In one respect, a great reunion, but in another, it marked the end of an era.  For other than Lady Abby’s progeny, no one knew of any other Clan kitties left. 

     

              “Shhhhhh, here they come” she said … “can they see us?” 

     

              “No, not yet …. “

     

              “Flyser! it’s time.  You’ll be all right.  You’ll always be First Kitty.  I love you”, the man said …

     

                                                                                                                                          *                  *                  *                  *

     

              …. And there they were, in the meadow, rolling and tumbling over and over in happy abandon, like kittens again. 

     

              Max chuckled as he sat next to Andrew … “I guess it hasn’t hit him yet …” 

     

              “He’ll be okay, Max, you know he will.  And so will his Dad.  He has Mama to comfort him, and the knowledge that he gave his little Pal the best gift ever.”

     

              “yeah, I suppose so … but it’s different this time.  I dunno, sadder.”

     

              “Why is that?” asked the angel, as he fondled the big cat’s ears …

     

              “Because it’s the end of an era, of sorts.  I wonder how MY Dad feels. I mean, the Earazona Clan is all here now … other than Abby’s kits, and we know nothing about them.  And Mama.  I know she’ll be a wreck too … I mean, Fletcher came earlier this year.

     

              “It almost doesn’t seem fair. I mean, we have such short journeys on earth compared to them.  I remember when Mama lost Nikki, the last of “the Pride” … and then Mouse came so much earlier than necessary ….

     

              Andrew let the big cat talk it through. He knew the ache in his heart, and he knew the aches in the hearts of those who had loved these beasts as no one else could.  His job was never an easy one, but he had a special fondness for this bunch.  They so often greeted the newcomers, went with him to get the ones who had no one.  If cats could be angels, these guys would be the first ones in line, to be sure.  Maybe they already WERE angels.  Maybe they were there to minister to HIM.  He’d never thought about it quite that way … and yet it was his job to cause pain to people he’d never met.  That took quite a toll on him. 

     

              Buttsy and Flyser! had sobered up, and were sitting at his feet, looking expectantly at him. He reached down and rubbed Buttsy’s ears, and scooped up the big tabby. 

     

              “My, you’re a handsome thing, aren’t you!  You’ve given us all a run for our money more than once, my man.  This time you stay with us.”

     

              “Um, but Ole Dad, um, can I go back to visit him?” asked Flyser!  “I mean, I know Max came to me, and I know Sis did … and he’s all alone now …”

     

              “But that’s just it, Flys!  He’s NOT alone!  You can go whenever you want! Mama tried to tell him that today already. For those who Know, for those who Believe, we’re not “gone”.  Maybe we’re not there as we were, but we’re not gone, not by a long shot. Do you think I’d have stayed here otherwise?” 

     

              Andrew had to chuckle to himself again, as he caught Max’s eye.  Buttsy had demanded within minutes of her arrival to be taught how to “visit”.  Something or other about “if I can’t go back, then I’m not staying here”, and thinking if ever anyone could stomp her paws hard enough and demand to be obeyed, it was her.  She had been a handful at first, until she settled in. Quite the character.

     

              “Ahem.  Shouldn’t we be getting along?”

             

              “All right, Max. So we should.”  As Andrew rose, Flyser! still in his arms, Max and Buttsy pressed close to the hem of the angel’s robe … and as the breezes blew, they vanished from sight ….

     

                       *                  *                  *                  *                  *

     

              “They’re HERE!  Look!” Lady Scott was beside her self, with Fletcher at her side, peering anxiously at the great rainbow shimmering in the mist.  “I see them!!”

     

              As the mists parted, Max and Buttsy lept to the ground to take their places next to the rest of the Clan.  The Pride was beside them, and gathered around them were the cats, dogs, hamsters, birds they’d known on earth … and nearby shyly watching were some baby raccoons, squirrels, and other critters …

     

              As Andrew set Flyser! down, he said “This is it, my friend, you’ve been here before but were never allowed to jump down  …. This time, you must.  In so doing, you accept the promises that were made to you and to all mankind since before recorded time.  You know them by heart already. Your Mama taught you as a young kitten, and Ole Dad spoke of these things many times.”

     

              Flyser! looked down to see everyone gathered to welcome him.  He felt young and strong, and ready to face this new life.  Already the pain of leaving Ole Dad was fading.  He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and leaped ….

     

              …. As Andrew faded from sight, he though of the reunion below him.  And of the people whose lives changed today …  they were an extraordinary group of people, people who understood the Father’s promises, and believed, and who taught their children and grandchildren, furry or human, to believe as well.  How much better it would be for the sorry world, if all believed … maybe one day they would.  But for now, it was as it should be here.  He watched Flyser! and Buttsy move apart from the others, to the edge of the meadow.

     

              “It’s okay, Dad, it’s really neat … everyone’s here, and they’re all okay, and they say I can visit and …”

     

     

     

    Rest in Peace

     

    **Earazona's First Pacific Flyer**

     

    November 19, 1993   -    November 19, 2009

     

    "Well done, good and faithful kitty!   You will always be First Kitty,

    and your daddy will always love you."

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Patty Turbin

    11/10/2009

Monday, 16 November 2009

  • mama has been busy in the quilt barn sewing up my designs for catmas quilties ... on saturday she will go sit in a chair in a hall in a school with other mamas who make things, and attempt to exchange them for green paper to purchase more kibbles! 

    Mama's boykitten will be here for thanks giving. she is happy about that. then daddy's girl kidden will be here in december before catmas, but not staying FOR catmas. daddy is happy about that but she is bringing a gentleman friend. daddy thinks said gentleman friend is going to ask for girlkidden's paw in catrimony.   we shall see.

    always interesting here. mama is always in pain though ... and so is daddy, and gampers isn't very steady on his paws, but otherwise ...

    oh, and of all the indignities, mama gave me a BATH. she took me into the rain room with her and closed the door and got my furrs all wet and put smelly stuff in them, and it was awful and then daddy holded me tight in a towel and then i had to spend HOURS licking to get my furrs back to normal. i just do not see what the whole big deal is about the rain room.

Thursday, 15 October 2009

  • A friend listed these. Had to share ...

    In Cat World there is a great dicussion about things people have learned from thier cats. there are a lot of very good ones I can't post here, so I ecourage all to make a visit and read them ALL

    http://www.cat-world.com.au/forums/index.php?showtopic=102759&st=0 

    I have learned that NO human has EVER OWNED a cat.

    Humans would do well to learn to compose themselves by cleaning thier paws. It wouldn't prevent cat fights, but it would probably prevent all out wars.

    A cat doen not need to be vocal to be eloquent. A flick of a tail can express more that a dozen well written books

    There seem to be a lot of "feline behavioral experts" who may have never actually set eyes on an actual cat. The cats have read their books and thought they were hilarious.
    That aparently I AM responsible for the weather, and if it's raining at ALL the doors I should go out there and turn it off, @#$%&%^!

    To be careful not to annoy the cat, for she is more clever than she may seem, and boasts that SHE invented revenge.

    Whatever you served the OTHER cat for dinner is better by far than whatever you served the cat, and you cheated, and are saving the REALLY good stuff for yourself.

    To ALWAYS poach a bit of whatever you are having - sans the onion, & garlic, cut it into cubes and leave that bit on the side of the plate for the moochers.

    The cat can tell the difference between your dinner and what you set aside for her - and prefers yours.

    That when the human prepares chicken (or turkey, or fish) for dinner the cat is unwilling to wait until the chicken (or turkey, or fish) is cooked.

    It is unwise to leave a chicken and muskmelllon salad unantended

    Husbands NEVER learn NOT to leave a chicken and muskmelon salad unatended, and WILL howl lowder that a siamese in heat when the cat snarfs his dinner.

    Posessions do NOT have posessions, and anyone who shares thier living quarters with the cat is blessed to be the cat's posession

    Whatever happened to annoy the cat IS YOUR fault. The rain - it's YOUR fault. The cat on the other side of the window - it's YOUR fault. The other cat that thinks they LIVE in HER house - it's YOUR fault. The paw that got stepped on while she was guiding you down the stairs - is YOUR fault. The chili flake she ate when she snarfed your husband's chicken and muskmelon salad - it's YOUR fault.

    The aftermath of having eaten the chicken and muskmelon salad topped off by a bit of fresh grass must be horked up in the middle of the hall infront of the three door way of the bedroom, the bathroom and the office to emphasize that it is, after all, -YOUR fault

Saturday, 26 September 2009

  • Good Greef.  Not since SUMMER??? I must speak to mama about this.  To all my woofie and purry buddies, i'm sorry we dropped off the face of the earth. Gampers takes a lotta time ... and Daddy isn't much better.  Mama is versy versy tired.  Mama's girl kidden is getting married in October, so that's a long drive for Mama to take with "the boys" ... we'll stay here and have a kitty sitter.  Here's some pictures of our summer ..
    . this of course is Mama.  She loves  me. and she loves 'Bastian too.
    this is gampers and Mama ... sebastian, me, and
    boffus ... and the hammies ..
    . Mama's boy kitten Bill has two new kittens of his own ... here they are ... "Bonnie and Clyde" 
    Mama still needs to sell big quilts ... this one is  queensized ...  

    I guess that's all the news from here ... Be sure mama knows what Kitty Kwilts  you need for Catmas prezzies. we gots a bunch ready to go ... she's been busy. 

    Much love, purrrrrs and head butts to all ..
    Misty.

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

  • Mama has made more kitty (and woofie) quilts for our store. There are several styles to choose from. They range in price from 35-60 depending on how big or how detailed a quilt might be. No two are alike ... I've really gotten after her this year to make many ahead. My paws were so sore by christmas last year from all the last minute inspections I had to do. These are also suitable for lap quilts for shut ins or wheel chair folks, and for baby quilts. See our store at mistywhispurrs.etsy.com and thank you for looking!! our web page is quiltedsquirrel.com.

    Wouldn't your dog or cat like his own quilt?! Ours are 100% cotton quilt shop quality fabric, made in a variety of colors and patterns.  Here are samples, no two are ever completely alike. They're approximately 36 x 42, but we can make it larger or smaller as your need dictates. You may request one for the size of your pet's carrier, or bed. They also make sweet baby quilts. They are machine washable. Each quilt reverses to a complimentary single print. There are several styles to choose from. Miss Diamond is modelling "Trip around the Backyard". We also have simple squares, uneven squares, pieced blocks, and pieced triangles
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  • I am a Scottish Fold kitty, living in Michigan, with my mommy and daddy what loves me, and my grampa. My real birthday is June 28, 2005. I have a page on Catster, and Catbook on mommy's Facebook!

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  • Misty_Whispurrs
    when your mommy was in mama's tummy, she wrapped up Mittens, like a baby, and then went to visit friends of your daddy's. The lady opened the door, and was ecstatic, there was mama with baby Laura! Mama went into the house, and carefully transferred the "baby" to her arms, and as she carefully lift
  • Pollyanna_May
    Shower..hmm...humans have such weird names for things. We did get the mousies! We love them. Sara is funny, she goes really nuts with little mousie toys. I kinda do too, but it's funny when she does 'cause she's normally so quiet.I wonder if I would like to see fishies. Not if I have to go outs
  • Pollyanna_May
    details. kick him out anyway if he's bad. :)
  • Pollyanna_May
    my mommy says that your mommy is like that. Always the strong one when it comes to people and critters goin to the Bridge. I saw my brother for a few seconds when he went to the Bridge. Somethin' didn't smell right and I ran away. Mommy was real sad. She still misses him. I do too. I still meo
  • Pollyanna_May
    Hi Misty! Gots any special plans for your mommy for mother's day? I woke my mommy up to tell her it was time for breakfast! I didn't want her sleeping through it on Mother's Day! Isn't that thoughtful of me? And yesterday I found a bug for her. She trapped it and let Daddy get it when he gots
  • Pollyanna_May
    hmm...you might be right. Daddy's been talkin to her belly a lot like there's someone in there that can hear him or sumthin. I don't know how I feel about that. I'm supposed to be the baby!
  • Misty_Whispurrs
    Lotsa white stuff here. Mommy went out to feed the birds and squirrels, the other critters get their stuff after dinner. She's sad though. Someone killed a bunny at the end of our driveway. She went and got it, carried it into the woods and put him under an evergreen. She thanked him for his life
  • Misty_Whispurrs
    Forgot all about this thinggie ... Hi to all, and purrs!!!!!!!
  • Misty_Whispurrs
    everyone okay? still trying to find those of us missing ... sigh.
  • Da_Katz
    Meow!
    • Posted 3/26/2006 8:59 AM
    • by Da_Katz