So long
The sweetest, most adorable kitty crossed the rainbow bridge last night. Farewell, Photon.
She came into my life as a kitten, one that enjoyed trying to sleep on my face in the middle of the night until I would toss her to the end of the bed. After all, I was using my face for breathing at the time. That's difficult to do with a furball curled up on it. She really liked that game, often coming back for ride after ride on the midnight cat-apult.
She would enjoy it when I would hold her upside-down with her back in my hands. Her legs would stretch out and she'd look around at the world. Then - FLIP! Butt over head, she lands on her feet, looking up at me to be picked up again.
I found hours of entertainment watching her run around the grass in the back yard, stalking and chasing one bug after another in the warm summer sunshine, or wrestling with Thumbs, her big brother in life. Often, she would end up walking away from him with a chunk of fur in her mouth, spitting. Ptoo! Ptoo!
When I came home from work, she would greet me at the door, and follow me room to room until I pet her to her satisfaction. Sometimes, she would know where I was going and sometimes she would have to play "catch-up" with that look on her face that says, "I knew you were going to go in here."
As I sat at my computer, she would come in and leap to the top of my office chair in a single bound and wait for me to reach back to skritch her. Then I would lean back, and she would casually walk across me to stand on the desk for a little more loving, right in the middle of my keyboard.
At night, lying in bed, she would hop up and stand on my chest, where I would pet her a bit. Then she'd turn around and sit so that she can make biscuits on my belly and swish her tail just touching my nose. She knew where her tail was at all times. Then she'd curl up next to me and go to sleep.
She was my kitty. I was her human. May we meet again some day. /sniffle
She came into my life as a kitten, one that enjoyed trying to sleep on my face in the middle of the night until I would toss her to the end of the bed. After all, I was using my face for breathing at the time. That's difficult to do with a furball curled up on it. She really liked that game, often coming back for ride after ride on the midnight cat-apult.
She would enjoy it when I would hold her upside-down with her back in my hands. Her legs would stretch out and she'd look around at the world. Then - FLIP! Butt over head, she lands on her feet, looking up at me to be picked up again.
I found hours of entertainment watching her run around the grass in the back yard, stalking and chasing one bug after another in the warm summer sunshine, or wrestling with Thumbs, her big brother in life. Often, she would end up walking away from him with a chunk of fur in her mouth, spitting. Ptoo! Ptoo!
When I came home from work, she would greet me at the door, and follow me room to room until I pet her to her satisfaction. Sometimes, she would know where I was going and sometimes she would have to play "catch-up" with that look on her face that says, "I knew you were going to go in here."
As I sat at my computer, she would come in and leap to the top of my office chair in a single bound and wait for me to reach back to skritch her. Then I would lean back, and she would casually walk across me to stand on the desk for a little more loving, right in the middle of my keyboard.
At night, lying in bed, she would hop up and stand on my chest, where I would pet her a bit. Then she'd turn around and sit so that she can make biscuits on my belly and swish her tail just touching my nose. She knew where her tail was at all times. Then she'd curl up next to me and go to sleep.
She was my kitty. I was her human. May we meet again some day. /sniffle
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