Friday Feline Flashback

In 2010, on this very day, Perry, the cranky ol' sour puss, who was
So King of our savanna, went to Heaven.
I gotta admit, it took awhile for all our
Purrs and Tommy's laughter to be full throttle again. 
We hung in there tho. Together. 
Even with the bunch of us, Tommy says the house was
Still sorta quiet without her Perry One-
Then little by little we got back into a rhythm 
Photos made my whiskers tickle again:

Me and His Royal Crankiness kinda gettin' along. In the little photo 

Perry gives me 'the eye'

I think that one of them times when Angel Cat Perry 
Roamed the house, and air jabbed Uncle MaxMaxx
For ol' times sake, Perry decided it was time our rhythm 
Needed an extra beat and I swear Perry sent us:

In the little photo, it's ME givin' Mooch 'the eye' and show some fang.

I betcha Perry wanted us to feel like he felt when Tommy let 

Uncle MaxMaxx, Mommy and Daddy Peyton move in

When they were itty bitty kitties and then when
ME and my sibs were born-yea, Perry thought his kingdom invaded

So the King sent an evil  Princess to keep charge over the savannah...

--And I would not have it any other way!--

ManCat Monday Memory

On the 4th of July-we celebrate the birthday 
Our Grumpy Ol' Sour puss Perry--
Who ran to the Rainbow Bridge in  2010,
Which was a little too darn early for us-
With his birthday just round the bend, I looked thru 
Photos would make Tommy (and me)  smile-so: 

Perry 

With a little show of his

Ginger orange-y  independence...

A true mancat if there ever was one! 

Tuesday Talks Tomorrow

Yep. I'm talkin' about Wednesday today.
Guess it's kinda like being in the future kinda thing.
Tomorrow is the 1st anniversary of our
Cranky ol' Sour Puss Perry's Run to Heaven's Bridge
Doesn't seem like it's been a year. We had to
Get use to Perry not being 'round and doin' his

Liftin' a whisker to me, air jabbin'  Uncle MaxMaxx,

Runnin' from Mommy, curlin' with Daddy Peyton

And never far from Tommy--especially at night.

Perry was always there.
Letting Tommy sleep on the same pillow
While he pet her face--
Nowadays, I get a whole pillow to ME 
And nibble Tommy's fingers.
I know I'm not Perry tho. Tommy's caught
Herself almost callin' me by Perry's nickname--
Then she says no way she can do that
Cuz I'm my own kitty, yet I have always
Been Perry's heir apparent, ever since I was itty 
Since I acted alot like him act sometimes
Just like Perry--
I can't think of a better kitty to take after...

This is picture of ME and Perry from 2009-

Way before everything changed..
Perry musta liked me. For a little bit anyway
To pose like this:

Perry will forever always be King of our house

And for that, I'm real OK to be the Prince.

Sunday Still Remembrance

In our house we still remember the out pour of prayers, purrs and love we received from the Cat Blogosphere, when Perry (the Cranky Ol Sour Puss) went to Heaven last October. Although we laugh and play, there's still something  missin' round here.  Like Uncle MaxMaxx's favorite paw jab partner, or Mommy's favorite hissing target when Perry would even walk toward her babies, even tho  we were full grown. With ME and Brother Earl Gray, Perry would call us "kids" and out cat nip us with any of the 'nip toys. I miss him jumpin' so high and then dashing off--like he was younger than us or something'! 

And there was Tommy.  Perry struck his claim with her. Nobody--and I mean NOBODY could have his place on the pillow by Tommy. Nope. That was his spot, and Tommy's face and her forehead were only his to pet--with his claws out at times. Then there is my Daddy Peyton. He misses Perry more than he says.  Yes, he does. Daddy loved Perry and Perry only really got on good with Daddy. 

Sometimes I think Perry got tired of Daddy, but Daddy was the only one that could curl up to Perry. Maybe it was the orange and ginger tabby thing. In fact, the night before Perry went to Heaven, Perry was curled in a cat bed, and Daddy was curled right beside him. Tommy got a picture of it and then Tommy cried. 

So on this Remembrance Weekend, we smile at all our friends who  get to play with out King of Our Jungle, Perry at the Rainbow Bridge. He's not really cranky--and I bet they know that by now.  We miss our Perry One.

As for Tommy's pillow, I now take the other side. Perry will always have his spot.  I have the other side. So when Tommy wakes up in the middle of the night--she's knows we're both there. I don't pet her face, like Perry did. Nope. I kiss Tommy's fingers before I bite them. 

So if you 'cuse me. There's still some Sunday left.  I wanna let Tommy know

All is good and

We can still be easy as this day inches to a close

And all is in love

Perry would want it to be so.... 

Weekend of Remembrance is really everyday...

Man Cat Monday....Back.

ME.

Been kinda hard to get up gumption to post after Perry's passing.
First, the outpour of sympathy to my family humbles me
I want to THANK YOU All again. It means the world to us. 
We're trying to grab a hold of our household without him--
Especially Tommy.
She expects Perry hollerin' while she feeds us and gets kinda weepy when  she can't
Fill that Number 6 bowl. Perry always got his bowl first, cuz I guess he holler'd he loudest. 
She wonders why he wasn't on the blankee on the washer or on his couch in the other
Bedroom when Perry really wanted to get away from us.
Then Tommy remembers.
*Sigh*
It's been hard.  Real hard. We love on Tommy. And we know she loves us--
Yet there's some thing still feels missed.
Cranky Ol' Sour Puss Perry--that's what I called him--and he was just that--
Never really beat us up-hissed and air jabbed Uncle MaxMaxx--
Mommy says Perry did like us. Like those times we'd all be
On Tommy's bed snoozing, or a Saturday morning when Tommy didn't need to get up.
*Sigh*  
Perry now rests under the pretty flower tree, right outside a window.
Bird TV is right there and we all watched from that window.
We'll still watch the birds and squirrels --
And maybe there will be a familiar cranky ol but now
Angelic orange tabby watchin right with us--
I pray this to be so.  

Perry Passes

Perry

July 4, 2001- October 5, 2010



Perry took a turn for the very worse during the night--

I wondered if he would make it to the vet this morn-

I dropped him off at 7am, like I said I would.

By 2:45 Perry was gone. They gave Perry fluids, antibiotics and nothing..

They were going to unhook him and bring him to me--

Perry passed just before they could. I think he didn't want me to

See him like that. Yet, Perry waited until I came to get him to finally rest.

The vet said jaundice showed up today. The infection just took over

Perry's body, eventho his heart was strong, yet not strong enough.

The vet even said Perry was a fighter.

Yes, he was.

When I saw him, Perry looked like he was sleeping..

I told the vet, Perry will rest by a flowering tree---

Where he can get a first hand view of feating birds .

THANK YOU everyone for being there--

Your words of support and prayers mean more than you know...

I thank God for letting Perry find me that October 2001 day

When He knew I was sad because I just buried my dad

I always considered Perry the last present my dad gave me--

And a present he will always be. He was My One.

I am blessed.

Tommy

xxxooo

***It's Wednesday Morning as I write this. We made it thru the first night without Perry. It's funny, Noir has taken his roll of  Heir Apparent quite literal. He is a younger Perry in a lot of ways--of not leaving my side and glued to my hip during the night. He just looks more grown up. Edie (aka Mommy) just rubbed against me and even MaxMaxx tried to be a baby kitten with his wide load self. Earl Gray meowed and tried to get in my lap.  They all loved on me. Looking at Peyton, who's a ginger tabby is hardest--he reminds me of Perry and I almost called him that when he came into a room. He was the only one who really bonded with Perry--and when I looked into his soft eyes, I saw the sorrow.  We made it through.

Words cannot express how all of have made me feel. And to think I thought the internet was fad. With it, I would not have all of you.  Thank you again--so much!

Tommy xxxooo

Tears For A Friend

Tommy and Me are sad. 

One of our sweet human chums, who lives faraway in England,

Said good bye to The Cat  today, who was 17 years and 8 months old. 

Here's a picture posted today on Old Kitty's  blog.

Grand life by any measure, yet doesn't make this time any easier.

Please send some purrs and prayers and bowwows to Old Kitty at

 http://ten-lives-second-chances.blogspot.com/

And let the ones you love know you love them.