I brought home Ambrose from work on Friday night. He is a black and white shorthair who was brought to us by the police for rabies observation. I kept him in the guest room until this afternoon. The girls are all hissing at him but he's not offended. He hisses back and does his thing. He is very friendly.
This doesn't make the loss of Vincent any easier, but giving another needy kitty a home is a good thing for us.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Happy Birthday Anya Gray
Anya Gray turned 1-year-old today. Since we didn't really have much to get her, we adopted another cat, Ambrose Gallifrey. Not much a gift really, unless they get along great.
Anya is the one I almost always call "the best kitten in the world." She is gentle, funny, playfull, snuggly, quiet, silly, cute and great with most of the other cats. I love her more than words can say.
I hope this next year is even better for her.
Mommy loves you Anya Gray!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Dear, Sweet, Wonderful, Demanding, Vincent...Departed
Vincent Tiberius
Adopted October 27th, 2006
Died~6:30pm May 20th, 2008
I don't really have the words to describe what Vincent meant to me, to us. He was all Maine Coon Cat. All fur and purr and love and fluff and fun and silly and demanding and playful and sleepy and hungry and neurotic and wonderful. Vincent was the rising sun and glowing moon to Calliope. He was my handsome boy (and according to some of my coworkers, my husband). He was my dad's favorite. My husband's big boy. My grandmother's source of good stories.
Vincent was a stray we adopted out of our backyard. Our time together was much too short, but every moment was sweet. We didn't know our time would be cut off like this. I'm so glad I got to see him give kisses to Anya this morning while my husband held her. I really wish I hadn't pushed him away last night. Or snapped at him for yelling at me. Ever.
I want him back.
Vincent being regal on the sofa.
He almost swallowed his face here.
Vincent's first holiday tree. (Penelope is in the lower boughs.)
Vincent stopping to smell the flowers this Valentine's day.
Vincent and his one true love, Calliope.
My sweet sweet boy, Mommy loves you. I will always love you. Be at peace.
Adopted October 27th, 2006
Died~6:30pm May 20th, 2008
I don't really have the words to describe what Vincent meant to me, to us. He was all Maine Coon Cat. All fur and purr and love and fluff and fun and silly and demanding and playful and sleepy and hungry and neurotic and wonderful. Vincent was the rising sun and glowing moon to Calliope. He was my handsome boy (and according to some of my coworkers, my husband). He was my dad's favorite. My husband's big boy. My grandmother's source of good stories.
Vincent was a stray we adopted out of our backyard. Our time together was much too short, but every moment was sweet. We didn't know our time would be cut off like this. I'm so glad I got to see him give kisses to Anya this morning while my husband held her. I really wish I hadn't pushed him away last night. Or snapped at him for yelling at me. Ever.
I want him back.
Vincent being regal on the sofa.
He almost swallowed his face here.
Vincent's first holiday tree. (Penelope is in the lower boughs.)
Vincent stopping to smell the flowers this Valentine's day.
Vincent and his one true love, Calliope.
My sweet sweet boy, Mommy loves you. I will always love you. Be at peace.
Dear, Sweet, Fluffy, Friendly, Demanding, Funny, Furry, Vincent Tiberius
Vincent Tiberius
Vincent was a gorgeous Maine Coon Cat that someone neutered, declawed, and lost. He found his way into my heart haunting my backyard. Honestly, I don't have the words right now to discuss what an amazing, funny, frustrating, loving, demanding, graceful, cloddish, beautiful beast Vincent was right now. I have picked out a few of the most expressive pictures I could find. But that doesn't show you how he would always steal my spot in the bed in the morning and sleep with his head on my pillow. Or how he would screech for the window to be opened. Or the heart stopping terror I would feel when he ran outside. Or the joy I felt this morning when he was licking Anya's head while Will was holding her. Or how much I wanted Vincent to be around when we finally have a human child for him to adore. Or his odd perversion for suckling human body parts. Or how silly sweet he could be with Calliope. Or how this was not enough time and I really want to talk to the manager about this and GET HIM BACK!!!!
Vincent was a gorgeous Maine Coon Cat that someone neutered, declawed, and lost. He found his way into my heart haunting my backyard. Honestly, I don't have the words right now to discuss what an amazing, funny, frustrating, loving, demanding, graceful, cloddish, beautiful beast Vincent was right now. I have picked out a few of the most expressive pictures I could find. But that doesn't show you how he would always steal my spot in the bed in the morning and sleep with his head on my pillow. Or how he would screech for the window to be opened. Or the heart stopping terror I would feel when he ran outside. Or the joy I felt this morning when he was licking Anya's head while Will was holding her. Or how much I wanted Vincent to be around when we finally have a human child for him to adore. Or his odd perversion for suckling human body parts. Or how silly sweet he could be with Calliope. Or how this was not enough time and I really want to talk to the manager about this and GET HIM BACK!!!!
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