CAT-SPEAK..

Kyla, do you journal, I mean keep a record for yourself where you can write
all the good, bad and ugly stuff? I was so angry at my husband when he died
I did this for a year. I just deleted it the other day I didn't ever want
my kids to find it. however, it did me good to get it all said even if no
one but me read it. If you are in pain, you can cuss the universe and no
one knows.
"Kyla =^..^=" wrote in message
. ..

"Granby"
Wonderful story
Thanks...and so was Gandalf's reply...
IDK what's wrong with me, I just feel so.weepy today...
my knees hurt so bad, earlier I had to go take nome nasty narcoticc to
help with the pain, took a 3 hr nap, Mosey came in puuring to comforting
me..I just hate the intense pain, I'm NO good to anybody when I'm like
this...and I hate the meds!!! Sorry...don't mean to 'whine'.
never mind me...
I get my mind off it by looking at the websites here, alot of chuckles,
which I NEED..thanks so much for those
Do you like the kitty ascii by my name?
Today's isn''t in a good frame of mind.
Thanx for the listen
PURRS to ALL who need it..
from my heart, as well as blessing to you.
Kyla%b
--Fuzz-face, Pookie, Sqweex, and Pipps



"Gandalf"
On Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:48:09 -0800, "Kyla =^..^="


I was in a rather, um, pensive mood earlier, and went into the back
bedroom,
I was thinking about this place and what people were going thru and all
the
support and love that was given, and I was visiting people's sites with
fun
Cat things, and I sat down in my rocking chair, it was dimly lit, the
rain
was pounding on the roof, and one by one, the cats came in to see where
'MaHmmy' went...I was weeping, and they put a stop to that...Pipps
started
asking me questions...really...call me a crazy old cat lady but I talk
to my
cats and they talk back to me. We've had some deep conversations...yup
I have this daily ritual that I do to each Cat, I place my hand gently
on
top of it's head and say 'little blessings on your head"...I've done
that to
most of the 20 cats that have come and gone in our 31 years together
Sometimes, I'll talk to them in a 'tiny' voice..they love that..
and they love it when I call them by their names
Fuzz Face loves to give middle of the night speeches.
Anyhooooooo
just sharing my night with you...
Puuurs
Kyla

How wonderful it must have been, to have shared your life with 20 cats.

And how painful, too, as you have outlived many of them :-(

I didn't get my first cat until 1982, and in all that time, I've only
had 3 of them. But I count myself very fortunate, as they have been so
very wonderful.

Lucky, my most precious cat. She loved me above everything, even
herself, which is very rare for a cat. Fairly common for a dog, but not
for a cat. She was a tuxedo beauty, and went to the Bridge in 1999. I
mourn for her several times, each and every day of my life. Especially
when I can't sleep, which is almost every day.

Blizzard. My beautiful, all white kitty. She was not very smart, but she
was very, very friendly; to me at least. She had medium length fur, and
it was unbelievably soft. I used to spend so much time just petting her;
she was just so very, very nice to touch and hold. She lived for 18
years; a good long life. She went to the Bridge in 2001. How I miss her!

And now, I just have my sweet , beautiful calico cat, Kenzie. She talks
to me; but not all of the time. Not like a meezer. Only when she has
something important to say. We share my tiny little old run down house,
with it's 91 year old furnace. (It's very, very cold here in the winter,
and the furnace is about 45 years past it's life expectancy.) Kenzie has
an electrically heated bed i made for her. In the winter, she spends a
lot of time on it, because it's pretty cold in the house; about 62F.

She's just the most amazing cat in the world. She has never, ever,
gotten into mischief. I got her when she was 3 years old, and she was
already on her second set of humans. They over disciplined her. It took
me over 2 years to teach her that it was OK to get up on the sofa, or my
bed. But she still won't do it unless I'm there. Never. Ever. And she
just doesn't know how to play; I've tried to show her, but she really
needs another cat to teach her. But she hates all other cats. That is
one thing I cannot change. Kenzie will always be an only cat. So she has
one 'fault'. I have hundreds.

But she is sooo very, very sweet. She purrs when I call her name. She
purrs if I come into the room she's in. Even though I leave the closet
door open where her cat food is kept, and she knows it is there, because
she will run to the door and put her paws up on the door frame, asking
to be fed. Even when I come home late, and it is way past her supper
time, she has never even tried to tip over the bag to get some food. She
could easily tear the bag and eat as much as she wanted, but she never
has.

Every day is a treasure with Kenzie. I try to treat them that way. There
will only be so many, and then there won't ever be any more. I try not
to think about that.

And I talk to her, all of the time. Mostly, I tell her how pretty she
is, and how lucky I was to get her (it is a very long story) and how
much I love her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein

Life is very difficult. Once you understand that, life becomes easier.
-Buddha

"Granby"
Kyla, do you journal, I mean keep a record for yourself where you can
write all the good, bad and ugly stuff?

No, I haven't started one yet..I can remember things about eack of our 20
cats, but haven't written them down, I really should.

I was so angry at my husband when he died

I'm sorry for your loss Hon (((HUG)))


I did this for a year. I just deleted it the other day I didn't ever want
my kids to find it.

Wow.....

however, it did me good to get it all said even if no one but me read it.

Yup...
Well, they say one of the best things to do it write it down, but ...
I used to, and found a 'diary' book I wrote from 1976, my really
'dark year' and wow....some of the things I wrote...

If you are in pain, you can cuss the universe and no one knows.

Hmmmmm with my luck, a falling star would strike me on the spot

PUUUUUUrz
Kyla
and Clowder







"Kyla =^..^=" wrote in message
. ..

"Granby"
Wonderful story
Thanks...and so was Gandalf's reply...
IDK what's wrong with me, I just feel so.weepy today...
my knees hurt so bad, earlier I had to go take nome nasty narcoticc to
help with the pain, took a 3 hr nap, Mosey came in puuring to comforting
me..I just hate the intense pain, I'm NO good to anybody when I'm like
this...and I hate the meds!!! Sorry...don't mean to 'whine'.
never mind me...
I get my mind off it by looking at the websites here, alot of chuckles,
which I NEED..thanks so much for those
Do you like the kitty ascii by my name?
Today's isn''t in a good frame of mind.
Thanx for the listen
PURRS to ALL who need it..
from my heart, as well as blessing to you.
Kyla%b
--Fuzz-face, Pookie, Sqweex, and Pipps



"Gandalf"
On Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:48:09 -0800, "Kyla =^..^="


I was in a rather, um, pensive mood earlier, and went into the back
bedroom,
I was thinking about this place and what people were going thru and all
the
support and love that was given, and I was visiting people's sites
with fun
Cat things, and I sat down in my rocking chair, it was dimly lit, the
rain
was pounding on the roof, and one by one, the cats came in to see where
'MaHmmy' went...I was weeping, and they put a stop to that...Pipps
started
asking me questions...really...call me a crazy old cat lady but I talk
to my
cats and they talk back to me. We've had some deep conversations...yup
I have this daily ritual that I do to each Cat, I place my hand gently
on
top of it's head and say 'little blessings on your head"...I've done
that to
most of the 20 cats that have come and gone in our 31 years together
Sometimes, I'll talk to them in a 'tiny' voice..they love that..
and they love it when I call them by their names
Fuzz Face loves to give middle of the night speeches.
Anyhooooooo
just sharing my night with you...
Puuurs
Kyla

How wonderful it must have been, to have shared your life with 20 cats.

And how painful, too, as you have outlived many of them :-(

I didn't get my first cat until 1982, and in all that time, I've only
had 3 of them. But I count myself very fortunate, as they have been so
very wonderful.

Lucky, my most precious cat. She loved me above everything, even
herself, which is very rare for a cat. Fairly common for a dog, but not
for a cat. She was a tuxedo beauty, and went to the Bridge in 1999. I
mourn for her several times, each and every day of my life. Especially
when I can't sleep, which is almost every day.

Blizzard. My beautiful, all white kitty. She was not very smart, but
she
was very, very friendly; to me at least. She had medium length fur, and
it was unbelievably soft. I used to spend so much time just petting
her;
she was just so very, very nice to touch and hold. She lived for 18
years; a good long life. She went to the Bridge in 2001. How I miss
her!

And now, I just have my sweet , beautiful calico cat, Kenzie. She talks
to me; but not all of the time. Not like a meezer. Only when she has
something important to say. We share my tiny little old run down house,
with it's 91 year old furnace. (It's very, very cold here in the
winter,
and the furnace is about 45 years past it's life expectancy.) Kenzie
has
an electrically heated bed i made for her. In the winter, she spends a
lot of time on it, because it's pretty cold in the house; about 62F.

She's just the most amazing cat in the world. She has never, ever,
gotten into mischief. I got her when she was 3 years old, and she was
already on her second set of humans. They over disciplined her. It took
me over 2 years to teach her that it was OK to get up on the sofa, or
my
bed. But she still won't do it unless I'm there. Never. Ever. And she
just doesn't know how to play; I've tried to show her, but she really
needs another cat to teach her. But she hates all other cats. That is
one thing I cannot change. Kenzie will always be an only cat. So she
has
one 'fault'. I have hundreds.

But she is sooo very, very sweet. She purrs when I call her name. She
purrs if I come into the room she's in. Even though I leave the closet
door open where her cat food is kept, and she knows it is there,
because
she will run to the door and put her paws up on the door frame, asking
to be fed. Even when I come home late, and it is way past her supper
time, she has never even tried to tip over the bag to get some food.
She
could easily tear the bag and eat as much as she wanted, but she never
has.

Every day is a treasure with Kenzie. I try to treat them that way.
There
will only be so many, and then there won't ever be any more. I try not
to think about that.

And I talk to her, all of the time. Mostly, I tell her how pretty she
is, and how lucky I was to get her (it is a very long story) and how
much I love her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in
Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein

Life is very difficult. Once you understand that, life becomes easier.
-Buddha