As I look around the house, I see little gray paw prints on the tile floors and on her chair in the kitchen. Little paw prints made by the furry princess that drank from her paw. Little paw prints made by the furry princess that was growing old & couldn't take care of herself as she always did so her paw would get muddy from the litter. She was a proud kitty. A very proper kitty. A beautiful tabby with a little spot on her mouth that made her look like she just took a sip of hot cocoa. She was, in fact, a feline diva. Had you known her when she was a kitten, you wouldn't have thought that as she watched over her world from atop the curtain rods. She never had kittens of her own but she mothered everyone in the house. She brought up little Zoe, a little 4 week old calico that needed the comfort of a momma cat. She kept the dogs in line and let them know who really ran the house. She snuggled the Guinea pigs and didn't care that they weren't really kittens with stubby tails. She tried her best to bring the tom cat, Harley, under control, but he was a chore for even the humans. When he would play just a little too rough with her now grown-up Zoe, she would run to her rescue even though Zoe could take care of him by herself. She loved her human child, Josie, very much. She would cuddle with her at night and wake her in the morning with sassy meows, purrs, licks and head butts. She loved story time and would pick just the right spot on the bed to listen to Josie read aloud. She could tell the difference between Josie would leave to go to school & when she would go outside to play. She would sit in an open window or at the back door & cry for Josie if she was outside playing. But if Josie was at school, she would wait patiently for her to return. She loved her human daddy, even though he didn't think she liked him that much. She would surprise him by jumping up in his lap for a head scratch or talking to him while he made her dinner. She loved her human momma and would spend hours cuddling with her while Josie was at school or when she would try to read the paper. When her momma was on the computer, she would jump up on the desk & lay next to the keyboard, making it very difficult for her momma to type. But she was never asked to move because that was just a special time for them. She was a very prissy girl & liked her food a certain way. She would only eat shredded cat food & even then her humans had to chop that up into little bites. She would never lower herself to put her face in the water bowl. It was more dignified to reach in & sip from her paw. Store-bought treats were so beneath her royal-ness.The only snack she would eat was real meat torn into little bites. She had the most amazing chartreuse eyes, that could stare right into your soul like she was reading your every thought. When her body began to fail her, her eyes remained as bright as ever and remained that way until she didn't wake up again. She fought very hard to remain strong for her family & would eat even though we could tell she didn't want to. When she got weak, we all said our goodbyes & I love yous & told her it was OK not to fight anymore. A few days later, she took a nap in one of her favorite spots and made her way to the Rainbow Bridge. Even in death, our princess was a diva. Josie had chosen a fancy, pink box for her casket & lined it with the princess blanket that they shared. Inside, we placed white roses and catnip to make her trip more pleasant & to remind her of the humans that loved her very much. We buried her outside Josie's bedroom window so that she would never be too far away from her favorite girl. And our lives will never be the same again.
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| Princess Fiona RIP Sweet Girl March 25,2005 ~ January 10,2013 |
I Love It Momma!
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