Flower Friday

I don't know if we're officially back on Flower Friday or if it's still Nature Friday, but either way, here's my beeYOUtiful self with some of the roses in our Memorial Garden in the backyard. They got a little beaten down by the rains lately, but they're still lovely!

Boring bed

Momma said that she wanted to prove that her bed doesn't normally look "like a disaster area." So here I am, posing on the BORING normal bed.

Yesterday, Momma had just made the bed to look like this, and then she went into the bathroom to get ready for work. She heard me zipping around with a serious case of the zoomies, but she didn't worry because she didn't hear the telltale signs of me ripping up her stupid pillows the pillow monsters spontaneously exploding again. Boy was she surprised when she came out to see what I'd done to her boring ol' bed!!

SO much more interesting that way! BOL!!

Wordless Wednesday: (re)Making the Bed

Hoppy Easter!

A very hoppy Easter to all of my furiends! Now...where can I find that bunny I keep hearing about?!

Easter outtakes!

Momma says that today is Good Friday. It is a VERY good Friday, because Momma is off work and home with ME!! But she says that it also means Easter is this weekend.  So I had to pose with some stupid-looking ears? What the woof, Momma?!

 Momma, you gots defective ears. They won't stay on my head!

Oh, I's so ashamed...

Nope, not looking at you with these dumb things on.

 I'm just going to pretend none of this is happening...

Did I eventually let her get a good shot? Well....I guess we'll see on Easter Sunday! BOL! Enjoy the howliday, everyone.

Thankful Thursday

Our angels are thankful to have Pigeon with them, because the roses in our memorial garden have suddenly burst into bloom! We're hoping to have her stone to add there soon.

Momma is also thankful the roses are still okay. We were predicted a really nasty storm with hail yesterday, but all we got was heavy rain. Hooray for our flowers and our roof!

Pigeon is home

Pigeon is home and ready to rest at last. We got her corrected nameplate for her box, and now she has joined our other angels.

Momma painted everyone at different times through painting classes where they sketch your photo on the canvas and then you paint it. One by one, everyone's box and different mementos have joined their pawtraits. Momma put Pigeon's picture right next to Jessie's, because they were besties.

 I like being able to see all the angels who've come before me. Though they're gone in body, I know they're watching over us in spirit!

Hey!

I don't remember giving permission for anyone to use me in a comic strip...

Pigeon is home, but frustrations!

Well, furiends, yesterday my sweet angel sissy Pigeon came home to us.

Her box is beautiful -- but it's missing something! When we picked it up, the plaque with her name on it was MISSPELLED!! Momma was so mad. The vet took the wrong plaque off and said they'll send us the corrected one to put on later. So she's still home, but it's frustrating. Also, Momma went to order Pigeon's memorial stone, to go with the others in our memorial garden.

Turns out the place that we ordered all the others from has gone out of business! We looked and looked to find similar stones, but apparently not many places do the reddish stones. So Momma ordered from someone with the closest she could find, sent them this picture, and asked them to please try to get as close as possible. Poor Pigeon, nothing's going right!

I'd also like to bow my head and remember my great-sister, Angel Jessie. She died one year ago today, kicking off what Momma called the "year from hell." I'm trying really hard to make sure that this year is better for Momma! But thank you for being such a good puppy to her, Angel Jessie. Momma misses you very much, but she's happy to think that you and Pigeon are snuggling and playing together up on the Bridge right now.

Reunited at the Bridge

Wordless Wednesday

Nurse Matilda and a reward!

This weekend I had to play Nurse Matilda a lot, because Momma got food poisoning or something and was NOT feeling good. Furst, I made sure that she stayed in bed to get rested up.

Then when she wanted to get up and start moving again, I had to remind her to take it slow and rest on the couch a lot.

She's an exhausting patient, let me tell you! But then she was feeling well enough yesterday afternoon to go out, and she brought me back the most pawesome present from Auntie Jess! LOOK!!

I'm Captain Marvel! Higher, further, faster!! Maybe with my new superpowers, I can go find my missing Flerken Pigeon. I miss her lots and don't know why she wants to spend so much time up on a Bridge instead of down here with ME.

Goodbye my kitten

Pigeon came into my life during my last year of law school. She was a stray outside my parents' home, and I fell in love with her gentle demeanor and powerhouse purrs. She went to live temporarily with a friend until I finished school and got settled back in Texas. I tried several names on her, but it was my brother who started calling her "Pidge" because of her strange cooing purrs. She was always my quiet kitty, hanging in the background and letting her big brother take up most of the attention. While Scribbles was always a dog in cat's clothing, Pigeon was very much a cat -- independent, aloof, but very insistent when SHE decided it was time for snuggles. She's always been extremely sociable, coming up to visitors she'd never met and demanding to be petted right now, thank you.

Pigeon's changing attitude about dogs is probably the one thing I'll remember most about her. When I first brought Casey home, she was completely horrified and wanted NOTHING to do with this crazy furball. She hid on top of the kitchen cabinets for *two years* afterwards, and was still reluctant to come further down than the countertops even after that. But she warmed up a little to Cinderella, and then when Jessie came home she suddenly found her sister from another mister. The two of them were SO adorable together, watching Jessie's super slow and careful play so Pigeon wouldn't get scared and the two of them snuggling up together time after time for naps. Pigeon clearly mourned when Jessie died, and she desperately wanted the same relationship when Matilda joined the family. It took the energetic puppy quite a while to figure out how to handle a by now pretty frail cat, but Pigeon refused to run and hide from her and eventually they bonded and became sisters too.

Pigeon was always very low-key and happy right up through becoming an elderly cat. But she started to show signs of kidney failure and liver disease at 16. Over the past year or so, I've watched her slowly decline, constantly debating with myself when enough is enough. This weekend she stopped eating, so I knew it was time. I held her as she crossed to the Bridge, and told her that she was the very best kitten ever. She was 17 years old, and I had her for 16 years, the longest of any of my pets. I think that as soon as Pigeon crossed the Rainbow Bridge, she gave a happy headbutt to her other siblings and then jumped straight on the couch to play with Jessie and fall asleep curled close together. Thinking of them together again makes me smile through the tears.