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In memory of those passed on.

Music: F O R E V E R
We all die, and after a short while are forgotten.

For those here, let that time last a little longer.

Ippy 1990. Music: Somewhere in time.
We called her Ippy, short for Ipso Facto, because the first thing everyone asked was 'What's her name?' Ippy was with us 12 years until the lymphoma became too severe. She liked to sneak up on the potato chips when no one was looking, but the crunching gave her away. Sometimes she would have a bowl of good hot chili to go with the chips (hold the beans!) She gave us many kittens, we spent great effort in finding homes for them, but some stayed with us for years. One litter of 9 was all white with blue eyes. We gave (not a cent) four of them to a pet shop,in order to assure them of a good home. The shop sold them for $140 each. Most of the cats we had from then on were her descendents, and we loved them all; but we could have avoided a lot of grief if we had had the sense to spay/neuter. Ippy 1990

Here are some brief bios on a few, sorry I didn't take more pictures.

Kitt, 1980-1982 rest in peace.
Kitt (name from a show popular at the time) was a scraggly little fur-ball who grew into a prize-winner, a white flame-point: glossy white with a tilted orange cap and a bushy orange-ringed tail. I remember the funny way he would look up at me and rotate his head around his left eye. He was an only kitten, and slept on my pillow beside(or in) my ear. Once he crawled into the broiler after a steak, and got accidentally broiled. Fortunately he only lost his eyebrows, but he never liked steak again. He was a year older than Ippy and became her first husband. They had several litters, whites, black&whites and tri-colors, the generations may still be adding up. He succumbed to felv at the age of two.

Squeeky 1990. Squeeky couldn't have any other name once we heard him meow. One of Ippys' first sons, he was lost during a move into a wooded area. Last seen heading for the deep woods.

Tippy, because the tip of her tail was white. Lost with Squeeky.

Tiger was an adoptee, favorite of the older boy.

Also remembered...
B-B
[Black Beard and Black other end] Black&white short hair. Didn't like kittens; moved on and found his own place.
Blaize
Black&white longhair. Named after the mark between his eyes, and also after Blaise Pascal. Found a new home where he was taken by F L V
Yo-Yo
A chubby white short hair. He was one of my favorites, and I was one of his. Called Yoyo because he always came back.One day he came back with his hindquarters crushed; the neighbor had smashed him with a boulder. Paralyzed, shattered bones grinding, he dragged himself up a long flight of stairs to find me. The vet patched him back together and also gave him infectious peritonitis. He died in my arms of a heart attack. I buried him extra deep so no one would disturb him.
Stubby
She was a black and white manx, very friendly. She would patiently sit on the shoulder of the road and wait for the traffic to clear. One day a driver deliberately drove onto the shoulder in order to kill her.

Marmalade
Long hair orange/white tom. Disappeared.
Match
The 'humane' society took her and her kittens by pretending to be a farm wife. They all died in imprisonment.
Buttons & Bows
Identical sisters. Some of the most beautiful cats I have seen. Both disappeared.
Snuffy
This poor old tom was found walking in circles in the middle of the road, disoriented and blind from starvation, apparently abandoned. He completely recovered after months of loving care, and found an new home with a caring owner.
Tic-Toc
Did not survive his first week, but remembered for the strange way his tail imitated a pendulum.
Missy
Proudly hunted down a wild hotdog for her children. It was poisoned, she died in convulsions, the vet unable to help. The orphans survived.
Sissy
Loved to sit on my lap and sniff the smoke, the only one I ever saw who liked smoke. An older couple was seen taking her into their car.
Handel
Handel (black tail on white behind) used to walk with a regal upright posture. He seemed very healthy until one day he developed trouble breathing. The posture and the breathing problem were caused by a tumor on his heart. The vet put him in an oxygenated cage, where I last saw him, an annoyed expression on his face.
and more...
July 2000-
As I write my favorite tom lies dying on the cold tiles of the hallway.
Something is preventing him from eating, and he is starving to death. I called the animal hospital; they charge $70 to walk in the door, and there just is no money to be had. He is old and sickly anyway, I rescued him from the pound several years ago. He had been kicked in the face: his fangs broken and rotting, one eye injured, they were about to put him to death. But he went home with me and enjoyed a few more years of life before we came to this inevitable end.
Still I am greatly saddened; I came to love him as much as he did me and I will miss him. If
I could prevent this lingering death I would, difficult as it is to put a loved one to death, it sometimes is for the best. What also is very painful is that as an apartment dweller there is nowhere to bury him, he will have to be tossed out with the trash.
But still, we had several good years together which would never have been had the pound been a little quicker to have him join the thousands they kill every year.
Poor old tom, though you are not gone yet, I miss you. I miss the way you bumped your head against me for attention, your meowing for more tuna, not understanding that too much is bad for you, I miss you lying on me as I watched TV, I miss every part of you, good and bad.
Soon you will have peace, while I remain with my pain...
He continued to deteriorate and was put to sleep at 5pm Jul 14...

A PRAYER FOR ANIMALS

Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our friends the animals, especially for animals who are suffering; for any that are hunted or lost or destroyed or frightened or hungry; for all that must be put to death. We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity and for those who deal with them we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words. Make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals and so to share the blessings of the merciful.

-Albert Schweitzer

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