My baby girl passed away.

My Suzanna died Monday, July 12th. She was my tabby bobtail. She had been sick for a week. The vet couldn't get her asthma under control and her heart gave out. My friend Vince made her a little stainless steel coffin and buried her under the pear tree.

She was Mama's favorite thing. That's what I always called her. My heart is broken. Being without her is hard. I used to carry her around on my shoulder like a baby. She was the sweetest, most affectionate kitty I have ever had. She loved everybody. I miss my girl.

See you at the Rainbow Bridge, Baby Girl. Mama loves you.

The other babies... finally!

Okay, this is the Squeaker... AKA Bit-Bit... AKA Alexandria... AKA Lexie. Poor kitty, she has no idea what her name is...

Now for the pups... Cass is up first.

Then Charlie...

And the baby... Bonnibelle.

Bon-Bon is much bigger now, but the new pictures aren't loaded onto this new computer yet. Newer picture soon... maybe.

Well... didn't I just fall off the face of the earth there?

But I'm back. Sorry. Maybe I'll be better about updating this time... maybe. I always say I will but I don't. Oh well.

Tis another school year. Only two weeks in and already I'm ready to scream. Too much to do and too little time to do it. Right now, it's way late and I should be in bed, but as usual, can't sleep. But I am about to try.

Not much of a post, I know, but just a little note to say I'm still alive. >^..^<

Cute website!

The faroshuz tiggerrr under The Cat's Meow came from the cutest website! You should check it out if you like animals, particularly cats. It's here. There are several hundred pages of cute kitties (and some other animals) with funny captions. They post new ones all the time. One of my favorites is "I ated Tinkerbell."

Family Resemblance?

So, this is my Great Grandmother (my dad's grandmother) if my information is correct. I was once told at a family reunion that I looked like her, except for the nose. Maybe. I definitely got the chin and the general shape of the face. Maybe the hair. Both sides of my family have thick hair, but my mother's side tends to be more coarse. Mine is on the fine side, like my dad's sisters. Got my nose from my mother's side, I think. Anyway, this is a very cool old picture. I have always said that our history is who we are.

Four of my girls

Suzanna is my asthmatic, and she has a heart condition as well. However, she's 8.5 years and doing well. She's a Mama's girl! I carry her on my shoulder just like a baby! A big furry 14lb. baby!

Shelby is my diabetic. Right at the moment, she is not insulin dependent. Hooray! She, Cecilia and Suzanna were Guinevere's babies. Suz and Shel have the bobbed tails. Of all of them, Shel looks the most like a JB, with those big ears and triangular face. She even has a little crook in her tail! Ceci, coming up below, has a full tail.

Cecilia has acid reflux. Yep, you read right. Cats get acid reflux! Who knew? With a little Tagamet she does just fine. Shel may look JB but Ceci looks like her mother. Her coloring is the most like Guinevere's. I tell her all the time she looks like her Mama. The vet tech at Piedmont always comments on her "eyeliner."

Abigail was a foundling kitty. The vet says she's about 8 years old. She only has half a tail and seems to have been born that way. She's my badass! When she used to go outside, she would chase the neighborhood dogs and try to knock birds out of the air! She got one once too! That was impressive! But today, she's an all indoor kitty. Not that she's thrilled about it...
I'll try to get my baby kitty, Squeaks (she's actually two...and her name is actually Alexandra, Lexi for short) to sit still long enough for me to get a decent picture. Same goes for the pups, Cassidy and Charlie. They hate picture time! When I get something I can use, I'll post their pictures too.

When the madness began!

This is one of my favorite photos from my childhood. It explains quite a bit about my love for animals, especially cats. The woman holding me in the photo is my Aunt Kay. She was a huge part of my childhood. Both of my parents worked so I spent the days with my grandmother, and, after they got home from school, my teenage aunts and uncle. Kay was the biggest influence, though. She loved and always had cats. She also is the reason I am a singer to this very day. She taught me the hit songs on the radio and would sing with me on the swings in Granny's backyard. I don't think I've ever told her how much all of that means to me. I need to call her.