Until We Meet Again...

Best Friends

We said good-bye to our sweet and lovely kitty this week.  Her official name was "Yellow Kitty," from some movie we had seen way back when, but I always called her "Sweetie Peach" and when I did, she always answered with a soft meow or a loud purr.  Like most cats, she would also come running when we called "Kitty." She was something of a picky eater, but eventually we learned to please her.  And we discovered that sprinkling kitty treats on top made her regular food much more palatable.  She took ownership of Button when we brought him home.  She would sit and watch him run in circles, reaching out and patting him occasionally as he went by. She said that was the best toy we ever gave her.  She was with us for nearly 18 year and for the most part she had a happy life, though occasionally would find herself stuck up a tree or on the roof of the house.  That usually produced more trauma for her people than for herself.   In her later years she would spend hours lying on the porch, watching the world go by.  When the weather didn't allow that she learned to be content to watch from the bathroom window.   Button adored her and Barney learned to treat her with respect.  She left us with quietness and dignity,  in her sleep.  She was affectionate and peaceful, a great companion and I miss her so much. I won't say good-bye because a love like that can never die.  Until we meet again, my friend, in a place where there is no more separation or tears, or pain or sorrow. And no more growing old...

"Goodness with contentment is great gain." 1Tim. 6:6 (Della's Paraphrase)

Outside my dining room window this morning...

Cat and dove dwelling together harmoniously in the bird feeding station until....

One of them discovers he has a neighbor.

Don't worry, no blood was shed.  When Button, the toy poodle, went outside to play he chased the pair of them from the yard.  Of course they will return as both are frequent dinner guests.  The cat usually visits the gallery door for a handout, but perhaps the birdseed smelled good and he wanted a little variety in his diet. Or he may have thought we had built him an apartment house. We do find him sleeping in odd places - under the lawn furniture, on the car or the grill, balanced carefully on the fence.  He doesn't actually belong to us, but he is a sweet, friendly cat and is always welcome here. And though he has suddenly become a "bird watcher," he doesn't appear to have the ambition to actually hunt them down.  So all will remain well in the "Peaceable Kingdom."