Time Spent With Cats Is Never Wasted

 "Time spent with cats is never wasted."  ~ May Sarton

I'd like to thank everyone for their condolences on the unexpected passing of our fur baby, Tommy. My sister, Denise, brought me a CD of photos she took of Tom as a kitten. Wasn't he the cutest?

 

"Kittens can happen to anyone."  ~ Paul Gallico

 

"It is impossible to keep a straight face in the presence of one or more kittens."
  ~ Cynthia E. Varnado

 

  

"Kittens are angels with whiskers."  ~ Author Unknown

 

"I love cats because I love my home and after a while they become its visible soul."  

~ Jean Cocteau

"When I play with my cat, who knows if I am not a pastime to her more than she is to me?" ~Michel de Montaigne, Essays, 1580

 No heaven will ever heaven be

Unless my cats are there to welcome me.
~ Author Unknown

R. I. P. Tommy Two Step

Tommy The Terror

July 4, 2004 - February 13, 2012

 

We woke this morning to the shock of finding our 7 year old silver tabby, Tommy, dead on the living room floor. We got him as a kitten at an art show in the fall of 2004. We were told he was a feral and had been hand raised as the litter had been taken from the mother at a couple of days old.

Although he was a biter and not always the nicest cat, we are very shocked and saddened.  When he was a kitten, we called him Tommy Two Step, because he loved to knead you when you held him. As he got older, his named changed to Tommy the Terror because he got  destructive and would rip up papers. That's when I had to ban him from the studio, which fueled his bad temper even more.

Last night Tommy played with his favorite toy for the last time with Jerry. They played for a good fifteen minutes while I was in the shower.  When I got out, Jerry said Tom was really getting into it; jumping and playing just like he did when he was a kitten. He sat on Jerry's lap the rest of the night as we watched a movie, very content and happy.

We can only guess that he must have had some kind of congenital defect. He must have had a stroke or a heart attack in the early morning. He had not been showing any signs of illness and he was certainly feeling very perky last night.

 We buried him in the yard under a big pine with all out other deceased fur babies. 

Even though he was a bad boy, my heart is still aching.

It seems so quiet without him running around, getting into trouble and causing commotion around here.