Jellicle Ball: Calling the Names of Honorees

Please add Francis, House of Simmons, to the list.
sniff He was a memfur of Tuxedo Nation, always well dressed.

Popping in to say a sincere thank you to Debby.

You're quite welcome, Helen. May his memory be a blessing.

Debb

On 2012-10-30 19:32:02 -0500, Rebecca said:

I fingk he mite be seein it frum whare he iz. Maybe we will see him
when da Rainbow Brij appeerz laterer.

We awl missez hizself furry much, too.

Rebecca


Actually, I'm sure you're right.

Amelia

On Wednesday, October 31, 2012 4:54:19 AM UTC-4, wafflycat wrote:

Popping in to say a sincere thank you to Debby.

Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me. He died in my arms

yesterday, out in the garden, on a sunny day, beneath the branches of his

favourite willow tree. He was able to feel the sun on his face and the wind

in his whiskers one last time. He was 16 and until very recently, lively,

fun, and still hunting any rodent that made its way into the garden. He

loved his hens (we have three) and could sometimes be found curled up asleep

in the straw of the hen house.

In the end, it was kidney disease that got him, and he also had dementia

creeping in.

Waffles misses him too. The Mighty Huntress of eighteen of her own years,

wandered around the house last night, calling out, searching nooks and

crannies for her boy. After a while she decided that this hoomin could be a

source of cuddles and she stuck to me like a limpet last night.
The hoominz of Chateau Wafflycat are grateful to have been able to spend

part of their lives with the joy in life that was Francis. That little

abused stray kitten we took in years ago, who took many months to get to

full health, turned into the sweetest, friendliest cat you could ever meet

and he graced our lives for many happy years.

Francis will never be forgotten.

Thanks, helen s

What a lovely tribute to a furry fine cat.
Fangu for telling us his story, Auntie Helen.
We will remember him wiff great respect.

Azad

"wafflycat" wrote in message
...

"Debby Hanoka" wrote in message
...
Please add Francis, House of Simmons, to the list.

sniff He was a memfur of Tuxedo Nation, always well dressed.

Fangu,
Rosco P. Catrane, Age 7
Sheriff of Catmerica

Popping in to say a sincere thank you to Debby.



Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me. He died in my
arms yesterday, out in the garden, on a sunny day, beneath the
branches of his favourite willow tree. He was able to feel the sun on
his face and the wind in his whiskers one last time. He was 16 and
until very recently, lively, fun, and still hunting any rodent that
made its way into the garden. He loved his hens (we have three) and
could sometimes be found curled up asleep in the straw of the hen
house.



In the end, it was kidney disease that got him, and he also had
dementia creeping in.



Waffles misses him too. The Mighty Huntress of eighteen of her own
years, wandered around the house last night, calling out, searching
nooks and crannies for her boy. After a while she decided that this
hoomin could be a source of cuddles and she stuck to me like a limpet
last night.



The hoominz of Chateau Wafflycat are grateful to have been able to
spend part of their lives with the joy in life that was Francis. That
little abused stray kitten we took in years ago, who took many months
to get to full health, turned into the sweetest, friendliest cat you
could ever meet and he graced our lives for many happy years.



Francis will never be forgotten.



Thanks, helen s

Meowmee misses reading about the many adventures Francis and Waffles
and even the hens had.
--
Pit2ô.ônya (and Sylvia)

On Oct 31, 4:54*am, "wafflycat" wrote:
"Debby Hanoka" wrote in message

...

Please add Francis, House of Simmons, to the list.

sniff *He was a memfur of Tuxedo Nation, always well dressed.

Fangu,
Rosco P. Catrane, Age 7
Sheriff of Catmerica

Popping in to say a sincere thank you to Debby.

Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me. He died in my arms
yesterday, out in the garden, on a sunny day, beneath the branches of his
favourite willow tree. He was able to feel the sun on his face and the wind
in his whiskers one last time. He was 16 and until very recently, lively,
fun, and still hunting any rodent that made its way into the garden. He
loved his hens (we have three) and could sometimes be found curled up asleep
in the straw of the hen house.

In the end, it was kidney disease that got him, and he also had dementia
creeping in.

Waffles misses him too. The Mighty Huntress of eighteen of her own years,
wandered around the house last night, calling out, searching nooks and
crannies for her boy. After a while she decided that this hoomin could be a
source of cuddles and she stuck to me like a limpet last night.

The hoominz of Chateau Wafflycat are grateful to have been able to spend
part of their lives with the joy in life that was Francis. That little
abused stray kitten we took in years ago, who took many months to get to
full health, turned into the sweetest, friendliest cat you could ever meet
and he graced our lives for many happy years.

Francis will never be forgotten.

Ideed not. Condolonces to his hoomins, his Waffles and his chickum
frenz. Hee will meet menny frenz at da Bridj. Maybe hee will enjoi
visiking mine Mommy's pet ducky hoo was waiting for her for menny,
menny yeers an was oberjoyed to see herseff.

--
WooToo, hoo herd about da ducky all da thyme

On Oct 30, 8:49*am, Amelia T Cat wrote:
On 2012-10-29 15:45:03 -0500, M Patterson said:

[A large Persian carefully adjusts his white vest, adjusting a pin in
the shape of a winged cat and attaching a small red heart-shaped tag to
the chain of his gold watch as he sits in the garden pavillion. In the
far distance, the last glint of sun catches the water on the river far
below. Slowly the great face of the moon appears above the mountaintop,
illuminating the garden, the assembled guests, and the large white cat
at the podium in clear moonlight.]

I would like to request that another human be added to the list for the
final calling - Betty, houise of Clegg. She was my Meowmie's Mom. She
went to the Rainbow Bridge last night.

She has a kittie named Adlai Stevenson and a dog named Madchen waiting
for her at the Bridge.

Da reunyum will bee joyful. I wish comfort to her frenz an luvd wuns
leff behine.

--
WooToo

This is so sad, Helen. We are sorry for your loss of Francis.
That must have been so hard for you *sniff*
You loved him and he loved you very much too.
We know how hard it is to lose an old friend. Mutt left us Dec 7, 2007 and
he was 19 years old.
I (Mosey) only knew him for 10.
When Mom was reading your group, you were one of her favorite humans to post
to.
You had some funny stories to tell.
I winder if Adrian put up a candle for Francis?
I don't know how to find out.
Love and purrs to you, Helen, Waffles and the hens for comfort.
Thank you Anti Debby for relaying this sad message.
Love,
Mosey, PookyKat [a Tuxedo) , Sqweex and Pipps & Mommy Kyla, [with MMS]



Please add Francis, House of Simmons, to the list.

sniff He was a memfur of Tuxedo Nation, always well dressed.

Fangu,
Rosco P. Catrane, Age 7
Sheriff of Catmerica

Popping in to say a sincere thank you to Debby.

Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me. He died in my arms
yesterday, out in the garden, on a sunny day, beneath the branches of his
favourite willow tree. He was able to feel the sun on his face and the
wind
in his whiskers one last time. He was 16 and until very recently, lively,
fun, and still hunting any rodent that made its way into the garden. He
loved his hens (we have three) and could sometimes be found curled up
asleep
in the straw of the hen house.

In the end, it was kidney disease that got him, and he also had dementia
creeping in.

Waffles misses him too. The Mighty Huntress of eighteen of her own years,
wandered around the house last night, calling out, searching nooks and
crannies for her boy. After a while she decided that this hoomin could be
a
source of cuddles and she stuck to me like a limpet last night.

The hoominz of Chateau Wafflycat are grateful to have been able to spend
part of their lives with the joy in life that was Francis. That little
abused stray kitten we took in years ago, who took many months to get to
full health, turned into the sweetest, friendliest cat you could ever meet
and he graced our lives for many happy years.

Francis will never be forgotten.

Ideed not. Condolonces to his hoomins, his Waffles and his chickum
frenz. Hee will meet menny frenz at da Bridj. Maybe hee will enjoi
visiking mine Mommy's pet ducky hoo was waiting for her for menny,
menny yeers an was oberjoyed to see herseff.

--
WooToo, hoo herd about da ducky all da thyme