peggy's place: Remembering

July 29, 2009

Remembering

This is Asti. She was one of the smartest cats I've ever known. I lost her to liver failure in 1999. She will always be remembered with love.

11 comments:

Reese =^..^= said...: She looks like she was a real sweetheart. You WILL be together again someday.; July 29, 2009 at 1:24 PM
LindaGJ said...: Aww, What a precious kitty and Reese is right! Yall will be together again! I lost 2 of my precious tuxedosm
Domino when he was 11, I think from brain & Peanut when she was 20from liver failure. Such sweet souls will never be forgotten or lost!
Linda:); July 29, 2009 at 2:03 PM
Jans Funny Farm said...: She's pretty. And they don't ever get forgotten.; July 29, 2009 at 4:46 PM
Mishkat said...: Asti looks like she was a wonderful cat! One of our Rainbow Bridge cats, Fletcher (he died in 2006) was the smartest cat I've ever known too. He set the bar very high for feline intelligence, and we still miss him (especially when it comes to giving guidance to the other cats around here!) I hope I'll get to see him again someday.; July 29, 2009 at 5:35 PM
Sweet Purrfections said...: I'm sure you have the fondest memories of her.; July 29, 2009 at 6:00 PM
Brian's Home Blog said...: That is very sad and we send you purrs.; July 29, 2009 at 8:39 PM
JEWELGIRLS KATZ said...: I have sweet memories of all of
my kitties that have gone to the
bridge. Purrs to Asti and you from all of us.; July 30, 2009 at 1:03 AM
Whitey said...: Asti wuz a very beautiful tabby kitty! She must be who your blog wuz originally named for.

Whitey iz enjoying mai Whitey Hairy Blanket! There iz a photo on today's blog post! Whitey loves it a lot. Thank you so much, Peggy!; July 30, 2009 at 6:05 AM
Baby Patches said...: Awww, she was a very purrty kitty and I bets you luvs her lots! Momma lost her first kitty last year to what started as kidney failure but she hads cancer to. She lives in your heart!

Momma gots your lovely email and I is so happy to comes meets you all! Those Plague Ratsies are made in da UK by a very nice lady named Sally Pointer. She puts Valerian root in em and makes em irresistible!

I adds you to my cats who blog list!

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrs; July 30, 2009 at 6:12 PM
CCL Wendy said...: That's such a lovely picture of Asti, and she is indeed beautiful! I love the white accent on her nose, and her pristine white feet. I'll be she had a marvelous purrsonality as well. It's all in the eyes!; July 30, 2009 at 8:58 PM
Anonymous said...: Asti must have had a terrific life with you, and you will always have many good memories if her.; July 30, 2009 at 10:46 PM

Sophie's story

It all started with a normal trip to Petsmart. I try to hurry past the kitties up for adoption, but yesterday I peeked in. There was a beautiful long hair tuxie girl that was 6 1/2 yo. She was so sweet and loving. I stayed in there way too long. All the way home I thought about her. All night long I thought about her. I even gave her a name. Marlo. So I go back today to get her. I know, I need another cat like I need a mole with hair on my nose. BUT, she's gone!! I missed her by 45 minutes. Not meant to be. So I start scritching a pretty calico girl and one employee after another comes in and tells me her story. She's been in that cage 2 months, she's affectionate and a beauty. SOLD. Her name is Sophie, she's 1 yo and she's a leaner. She rubs and leans against my legs. She has beautiful gold eyes, but she manages to blink with the camera flash...

Jeannie's story

Jeannie joined our family on February 3, 2009. I was looking at all the kitties in our area that needed forever homes. Something about her sweet little face made me keep going back to look at her again and again. I still don't know why, but I sent off an email asking about her. I told myself if it was meant to be, then what's one more furkid? I received an answer to my email saying she was a feral kitty and had been asked about many times, but since she wasn't a lap cat, nobody wanted her. Well we've been down that road many times and I was able to adopt her. Jeannie had been living on a golf course and had at least 2 litters of babies. All her babies were caught and have forever homes. She is about 5 years old, and is a very tiny, delicate girl.

Babe's story

Babe is one of the feral cats my Mom caught. She was Mom's cat along with her other two. After Mom passed, I took care of all three of her cats. Her two original cats went to the rainbow bridge very shortly after Mom died. She had Babe for eight years and I've had her now for nine more years. Babe is my CRF girl. When she was first diagnosed with CRF I thought I'd only have her for a few more weeks, but she has surprised both me and the vet and is doing great with only sub-q fluids three times a week.
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Romeo's story

I found Romeo online. I received an email from a friend about him. His Mom was in a nursing home and not coming back (she didn't know she was staying there forever). So her family was trying to find a home for Romeo. She had an attorney that was to find a good home for Romeo if anything ever happened to her. I had to actually apply to get him. References and essay about me. Once her family had me checked out I was able to pick him up at the attorneys office. I had only been told he was 5 years old and very fluffy. Turned out he's a pure himalayan. I don't think he had ever seen another cat until I brought him home. He's very friendly and is best friends with Bob and Jeannie.

Isis's story

Bob's story

Bob's adoption was totally a spur of the moment thing. I was in the dentist's office for a cleaning and I was telling my dental hygienist about adopting Isis and that I had never had an orange cat. Then she tells me her vets office has a little orange cat up for adoption. I went home and called to make sure the cat was still there, then grabbed a PTU and headed off to go get him. When I got there all I could see was a little bit of orange fur poking out from under his bed. Then we got him out of his cage and he was HUGE. Turned out he was 5 years old and his original family just didn't want him anymore. So off I went to fill out the paper work while the vet gave him one last check over. When we put him in the PTU he almost didn't fit. He is a wonderful boy but very scared all the time. He ducks his head every time I reach down to pet him, like he thinks I'm going to hit him. He doesn't know how to play with toys and once I got one of those toys with a fuzzy hanging from a stick and he was so afraid of the stick he ran and hid for hours. Now we only have the fuzzy part, the stick I trashed. Thank goodness he and Romeo are such good buds, it's the only time he really plays.