Tribute to Harri Roadcat (a year late) from her hoomin
Dear kitties, doggies, and other species, I hope you won't mind an
interruption by a hoomin. When Jellicle Ball 2016 came around I wanted to leave a tribute for Miss Harri Roadcat, but the pain was to fresh and I couldn't do it. So I will do so now, with your permission. When I was on the road in the big rig I made sure to keep up with RPCC from my laptop. When Soft and Furry got adopted by a tony orange girl kitten I was fascinated. When we learned that keeping this new girl kitten would cause unnaceptable disturbance to the existing clowder, I immediately thought "I can give that kitten a home!" Little did I know the amount of effort it was going to take just to get dispatched out to the Midwest, but it eventually did happen. I was thinking that I'd give the tiny kitten a ride to Califormia. then integrate her into my existing clowder. Little did I know that this little kitten would rapidly take complete ownership of my heart. I had no idea that cats could adapt so quickly to walking on leash, but Harri sure did. Taking our twice-daily leash walks was the highlight of most of my days. And seeing the amazed and amused reactions of people we passed was equally rewarding. I also had no idea that it was possible for a kitty to love to spend hours straight lounging in my arms while I drove. That was such a wonderful feeling. When I came off the road and Jarri had to adapt to be a housecat, she did so imediately. She still love to curl up for hours in my arms, just while I was sitting on the sofa or in a chair. When I would come home from a trying day at work, I would collapse on the sofa to relax for a little bit. I could depend on having a chest full of orange girl kitten within 2 or 3 minutes of sitting. She would hop up beside me, walk up onto my chest, plop down and roll over on to her back with he head tucked under my chin, and purrs my stresses away. When I learned late in 2015 that Harri had a tumor on her kideny I was devastated. I swore to give her the best life possible for the time she had left. I would have done so even he hadn't previously saved my life. Harri took remarkably well to sub-q fluids, and seemed to be holding up pretty well. When she lost the battle on New Years Day, 2016 I was crushed. I didn't think it was possible to ever experience that kind of pain. WHen I lost my brother, I learned that in fact it is. But I still go through periods when I find it very difficult to get by in a world without a Harri Roadcat. I love you, Harri Roadcat, and I miss you. |
Tribute to Harri Roadcat (a year late) from her hoomin
On Friday, October 6, 2017 at 6:56:34 PM UTC-7, Dan Mahoney wrote:
Dear kitties, doggies, and other species, I hope you won't mind an interruption by a hoomin. When Jellicle Ball 2016 came around I wanted to leave a tribute for Miss Harri Roadcat, but the pain was to fresh and I couldn't do it. So I will do so now, with your permission. When I was on the road in the big rig I made sure to keep up with RPCC from my laptop. When Soft and Furry got adopted by a tony orange girl kitten I was fascinated. When we learned that keeping this new girl kitten would cause unnaceptable disturbance to the existing clowder, I immediately thought "I can give that kitten a home!" Little did I know the amount of effort it was going to take just to get dispatched out to the Midwest, but it eventually did happen. I was thinking that I'd give the tiny kitten a ride to Califormia. then integrate her into my existing clowder. Little did I know that this little kitten would rapidly take complete ownership of my heart. I had no idea that cats could adapt so quickly to walking on leash, but Harri sure did. Taking our twice-daily leash walks was the highlight of most of my days. And seeing the amazed and amused reactions of people we passed was equally rewarding. I also had no idea that it was possible for a kitty to love to spend hours straight lounging in my arms while I drove. That was such a wonderful feeling. When I came off the road and Jarri had to adapt to be a housecat, she did so imediately. She still love to curl up for hours in my arms, just while I was sitting on the sofa or in a chair. When I would come home from a trying day at work, I would collapse on the sofa to relax for a little bit. I could depend on having a chest full of orange girl kitten within 2 or 3 minutes of sitting. She would hop up beside me, walk up onto my chest, plop down and roll over on to her back with he head tucked under my chin, and purrs my stresses away. When I learned late in 2015 that Harri had a tumor on her kideny I was devastated. I swore to give her the best life possible for the time she had left. I would have done so even he hadn't previously saved my life. Harri took remarkably well to sub-q fluids, and seemed to be holding up pretty well. When she lost the battle on New Years Day, 2016 I was crushed. I didn't think it was possible to ever experience that kind of pain. WHen I lost my brother, I learned that in fact it is. But I still go through periods when I find it very difficult to get by in a world without a Harri Roadcat. I love you, Harri Roadcat, and I miss you. On Friday, October 6, 2017 at 6:56:34 PM UTC-7, Dan Mahoney wrote: Dear kitties, doggies, and other species, I hope you won't mind an interruption by a hoomin. When Jellicle Ball 2016 came around I wanted to leave a tribute for Miss Harri Roadcat, but the pain was to fresh and I couldn't do it. So I will do so now, with your permission. When I was on the road in the big rig I made sure to keep up with RPCC from my laptop. When Soft and Furry got adopted by a tony orange girl kitten I was fascinated. When we learned that keeping this new girl kitten would cause unnaceptable disturbance to the existing clowder, I immediately thought "I can give that kitten a home!" Little did I know the amount of effort it was going to take just to get dispatched out to the Midwest, but it eventually did happen. I was thinking that I'd give the tiny kitten a ride to Califormia. then integrate her into my existing clowder. Little did I know that this little kitten would rapidly take complete ownership of my heart. I had no idea that cats could adapt so quickly to walking on leash, but Harri sure did. Taking our twice-daily leash walks was the highlight of most of my days. And seeing the amazed and amused reactions of people we passed was equally rewarding. I also had no idea that it was possible for a kitty to love to spend hours straight lounging in my arms while I drove. That was such a wonderful feeling. When I came off the road and Jarri had to adapt to be a housecat, she did so imediately. She still love to curl up for hours in my arms, just while I was sitting on the sofa or in a chair. When I would come home from a trying day at work, I would collapse on the sofa to relax for a little bit. I could depend on having a chest full of orange girl kitten within 2 or 3 minutes of sitting. She would hop up beside me, walk up onto my chest, plop down and roll over on to her back with he head tucked under my chin, and purrs my stresses away. When I learned late in 2015 that Harri had a tumor on her kideny I was devastated. I swore to give her the best life possible for the time she had left. I would have done so even he hadn't previously saved my life. Harri took remarkably well to sub-q fluids, and seemed to be holding up pretty well. When she lost the battle on New Years Day, 2016 I was crushed. I didn't think it was possible to ever experience that kind of pain. WHen I lost my brother, I learned that in fact it is. But I still go through periods when I find it very difficult to get by in a world without a Harri Roadcat. I love you, Harri Roadcat, and I miss you. P2nya dries her tears, and passes huer hanky on to her Meowmee. Both rememfurr adventures with Harry... |
Tribute to Harri Roadcat (a year late) from her hoomin
[Sundance tears up at the memory of his beloved honorary sister]
Dat Harri wuz shur sumfing else. Sundance |
Tribute to Harri Roadcat (a year late) from her hoomin
Dan Mahoney wrote in rec.pets.cats.community:
Dear kitties, doggies, and other species, I hope you won't mind an interruption by a hoomin. When Jellicle Ball 2016 came around I wanted to leave a tribute for Miss Harri Roadcat, but the pain was to fresh and I couldn't do it. So I will do so now, with your permission. When I was on the road in the big rig I made sure to keep up with RPCC from my laptop. When Soft and Furry got adopted by a tony orange girl kitten I was fascinated. When we learned that keeping this new girl kitten would cause unnaceptable disturbance to the existing clowder, I immediately thought "I can give that kitten a home!" Little did I know the amount of effort it was going to take just to get dispatched out to the Midwest, but it eventually did happen. I was thinking that I'd give the tiny kitten a ride to Califormia. then integrate her into my existing clowder. Little did I know that this little kitten would rapidly take complete ownership of my heart. I had no idea that cats could adapt so quickly to walking on leash, but Harri sure did. Taking our twice-daily leash walks was the highlight of most of my days. And seeing the amazed and amused reactions of people we passed was equally rewarding. I also had no idea that it was possible for a kitty to love to spend hours straight lounging in my arms while I drove. That was such a wonderful feeling. When I came off the road and Jarri had to adapt to be a housecat, she did so imediately. She still love to curl up for hours in my arms, just while I was sitting on the sofa or in a chair. When I would come home from a trying day at work, I would collapse on the sofa to relax for a little bit. I could depend on having a chest full of orange girl kitten within 2 or 3 minutes of sitting. She would hop up beside me, walk up onto my chest, plop down and roll over on to her back with he head tucked under my chin, and purrs my stresses away. When I learned late in 2015 that Harri had a tumor on her kideny I was devastated. I swore to give her the best life possible for the time she had left. I would have done so even he hadn't previously saved my life. Harri took remarkably well to sub-q fluids, and seemed to be holding up pretty well. When she lost the battle on New Years Day, 2016 I was crushed. I didn't think it was possible to ever experience that kind of pain. WHen I lost my brother, I learned that in fact it is. But I still go through periods when I find it very difficult to get by in a world without a Harri Roadcat. I love you, Harri Roadcat, and I miss you. Iowna curls in and cries her own way. Her eye can't make tears but her voice can make you feel them in your heart. With a low throb, slowly joined by others, she morns her friend Harri. I loved you Harri! Your life, Your vibrance, your scent of love, your care for all. I miss you Harri! Your being with me, you vibrating by me, your scent by me, your care for all. Iowna drops her head to a pillow of hankies, -- |
Tribute to Harri Roadcat (a year late) from her hoomin
On Friday, October 6, 2017 at 6:56:34 PM UTC-7, Dan Mahoney wrote:
Dear kitties, doggies, and other species, I hope you won't mind an interruption by a hoomin. When Jellicle Ball 2016 came around I wanted to leave a tribute for Miss Harri Roadcat, but the pain was to fresh and I couldn't do it. So I will do so now, with your permission. When I was on the road in the big rig I made sure to keep up with RPCC from my laptop. When Soft and Furry got adopted by a tony orange girl kitten I was fascinated. When we learned that keeping this new girl kitten would cause unnaceptable disturbance to the existing clowder, I immediately thought "I can give that kitten a home!" Little did I know the amount of effort it was going to take just to get dispatched out to the Midwest, but it eventually did happen. I was thinking that I'd give the tiny kitten a ride to Califormia. then integrate her into my existing clowder. Little did I know that this little kitten would rapidly take complete ownership of my heart. I had no idea that cats could adapt so quickly to walking on leash, but Harri sure did. Taking our twice-daily leash walks was the highlight of most of my days. And seeing the amazed and amused reactions of people we passed was equally rewarding. I also had no idea that it was possible for a kitty to love to spend hours straight lounging in my arms while I drove. That was such a wonderful feeling. When I came off the road and Jarri had to adapt to be a housecat, she did so imediately. She still love to curl up for hours in my arms, just while I was sitting on the sofa or in a chair. When I would come home from a trying day at work, I would collapse on the sofa to relax for a little bit. I could depend on having a chest full of orange girl kitten within 2 or 3 minutes of sitting. She would hop up beside me, walk up onto my chest, plop down and roll over on to her back with he head tucked under my chin, and purrs my stresses away. When I learned late in 2015 that Harri had a tumor on her kideny I was devastated. I swore to give her the best life possible for the time she had left. I would have done so even he hadn't previously saved my life. Harri took remarkably well to sub-q fluids, and seemed to be holding up pretty well. When she lost the battle on New Years Day, 2016 I was crushed. I didn't think it was possible to ever experience that kind of pain. WHen I lost my brother, I learned that in fact it is. But I still go through periods when I find it very difficult to get by in a world without a Harri Roadcat. I love you, Harri Roadcat, and I miss you. Pipps didn't know Harri too well, but her human mom are crying at the wonderful memories of Harri , Loves to Dan xx |
Tribute to Harri Roadcat (a year late) from her hoomin
On Friday, October 6, 2017 at 10:37:56 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote:
Dan Mahoney wrote in rec.pets.cats.community: Dear kitties, doggies, and other species, I hope you won't mind an interruption by a hoomin. When Jellicle Ball 2016 came around I wanted to leave a tribute for Miss Harri Roadcat, but the pain was to fresh and I couldn't do it. So I will do so now, with your permission. When I was on the road in the big rig I made sure to keep up with RPCC from my laptop. When Soft and Furry got adopted by a tony orange girl kitten I was fascinated. When we learned that keeping this new girl kitten would cause unnaceptable disturbance to the existing clowder, I immediately thought "I can give that kitten a home!" Little did I know the amount of effort it was going to take just to get dispatched out to the Midwest, but it eventually did happen. I was thinking that I'd give the tiny kitten a ride to Califormia. then integrate her into my existing clowder. Little did I know that this little kitten would rapidly take complete ownership of my heart. I had no idea that cats could adapt so quickly to walking on leash, but Harri sure did. Taking our twice-daily leash walks was the highlight of most of my days. And seeing the amazed and amused reactions of people we passed was equally rewarding. I also had no idea that it was possible for a kitty to love to spend hours straight lounging in my arms while I drove. That was such a wonderful feeling. When I came off the road and Jarri had to adapt to be a housecat, she did so imediately. She still love to curl up for hours in my arms, just while I was sitting on the sofa or in a chair. When I would come home from a trying day at work, I would collapse on the sofa to relax for a little bit. I could depend on having a chest full of orange girl kitten within 2 or 3 minutes of sitting. She would hop up beside me, walk up onto my chest, plop down and roll over on to her back with he head tucked under my chin, and purrs my stresses away. When I learned late in 2015 that Harri had a tumor on her kideny I was devastated. I swore to give her the best life possible for the time she had left. I would have done so even he hadn't previously saved my life. Harri took remarkably well to sub-q fluids, and seemed to be holding up pretty well. When she lost the battle on New Years Day, 2016 I was crushed. I didn't think it was possible to ever experience that kind of pain. WHen I lost my brother, I learned that in fact it is. But I still go through periods when I find it very difficult to get by in a world without a Harri Roadcat. I love you, Harri Roadcat, and I miss you. Iowna curls in and cries her own way. Her eye can't make tears but her voice can make you feel them in your heart. With a low throb, slowly joined by others, she morns her friend Harri. I loved you Harri! Your life, Your vibrance, your scent of love, your care for all. I miss you Harri! Your being with me, you vibrating by me, your scent by me, your care for all. Iowna drops her head to a pillow of hankies, -- Pipps goes over to Iowna and lays her head on Iowa's head and they both cry in their own ways for the loss of Harri |
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