Jellicle Ball Tribute to Punkins House of Tock

Punkins, my dearest little tortie girl, I miss you so. It was almost 11
years ago that you and Puddi permanently came into our lives when my mother
died and you two came to live with us.

I'd had dogs growing up but never a cat. I sometimes wondered if you and
Puddi drew straws as to which of us you'd wrap around your paws and you drew
me.

You were my little girl, or I thought of you as that. You and Puddi taught
us what it was like to be a cat and to be owned by a cat. You were/are both
unique personalities displaying the many facets of catness.

You liked to be picked up, and I'd oblige you and we'd look out a window at
the countryside. You had the quietest of purrs and I had to put my ear
close up to you to hear your purr or feel your chest vibrate. You liked to
sit or lie on laps and/or keyboards and there was many a time when you'd
"hit" the Cap Lock or the repeat key or make it difficult for me to type as
you were resting your head on my arm or hand. You enjoyed crossword
puzzles or so it seemed as you astutely studied each page making it
difficult for me to make an entry.

You were never one to eat treats of any variety (though offered) sticking
religiously without complaint to your Science Diet dry from the regular up
thru K/D with the exception of angel food cake and a lick of orange sherbet.
It's funny that, angel food cake is my favorite cake and one I always made
for my birthday. It seemed that you and I were the only ones who were fond
of angel food. I know Puddi wasn't and while Ray will eat angel food cake,
he won't request it. One year a Sekrit Santa sent you your very own
package of angel food cake that I baked for you.

You liked to wish us good night and made sure we were tucked into bed before
settling down at the foot of the bed. Sometimes we played chase the foot or
hand under the covers as you pounced on the moving target, sometimes not.
(S). You were my little girl.

Your kidneys failed you Punkins, and there was nothing we could do. The Vet
said it was most likely genetic. In February your right kidney died and had
to be removed. In September your left kidney was functioning at a smidgeon
above high normal per blood tests and the next moment the readings were off
the wall and no amount of fluids could bring the left kidney back to life.
It too had died.

You went swiftly and quietly into the night, and I hope you knew you were so
much loved and not only by me. You should have seen Ray's tears - while you
were "my little girl" he loved you dearly.

As I write this your ashes are sitting on a bookshelf you climbed on near
the cord you played with in the den. I feel you're with me. I expect,
when the time is right, I'll bury your ashes under one of the azaleas you
liked to look at... but right now, that time has not come.

Be happy my dear little girl - until we meet again one day.

Your loving Mom and Dad

Fran & Ray

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{hug}

A beautiful tribute, Fran. What a fortunate girl, to have found such
a wonderful TrueHome after your mother's passing...nobody could have
been better catparents than you and Ray.

I'm so sorry for the pain and for your loss.

Melissa
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Ray or Fran wrote:
Punkins, my dearest little tortie girl, I miss you so. It was almost 11
years ago that you and Puddi permanently came into our lives when my mother
died and you two came to live with us.

[respeckful snip]

Be happy my dear little girl - until we meet again one day.

Your loving Mom and Dad

Fran & Ray

[Large tan tabby bows head]

Dat wuz luffly. sniffle

Allegra

what wonderful parents you are, Miss Violette and soft for our house
Ray or Fran wrote in message
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Punkins, my dearest little tortie girl, I miss you so. It was almost 11
years ago that you and Puddi permanently came into our lives when my
mother
died and you two came to live with us.

I'd had dogs growing up but never a cat. I sometimes wondered if you and
Puddi drew straws as to which of us you'd wrap around your paws and you
drew
me.

You were my little girl, or I thought of you as that. You and Puddi
taught
us what it was like to be a cat and to be owned by a cat. You were/are
both
unique personalities displaying the many facets of catness.

You liked to be picked up, and I'd oblige you and we'd look out a window
at
the countryside. You had the quietest of purrs and I had to put my ear
close up to you to hear your purr or feel your chest vibrate. You liked
to
sit or lie on laps and/or keyboards and there was many a time when you'd
"hit" the Cap Lock or the repeat key or make it difficult for me to type
as
you were resting your head on my arm or hand. You enjoyed crossword
puzzles or so it seemed as you astutely studied each page making it
difficult for me to make an entry.

You were never one to eat treats of any variety (though offered) sticking
religiously without complaint to your Science Diet dry from the regular up
thru K/D with the exception of angel food cake and a lick of orange
sherbet.
It's funny that, angel food cake is my favorite cake and one I always made
for my birthday. It seemed that you and I were the only ones who were
fond
of angel food. I know Puddi wasn't and while Ray will eat angel food
cake,
he won't request it. One year a Sekrit Santa sent you your very own
package of angel food cake that I baked for you.

You liked to wish us good night and made sure we were tucked into bed
before
settling down at the foot of the bed. Sometimes we played chase the foot
or
hand under the covers as you pounced on the moving target, sometimes not.
(S). You were my little girl.

Your kidneys failed you Punkins, and there was nothing we could do. The
Vet
said it was most likely genetic. In February your right kidney died and
had
to be removed. In September your left kidney was functioning at a
smidgeon
above high normal per blood tests and the next moment the readings were
off
the wall and no amount of fluids could bring the left kidney back to life.
It too had died.

You went swiftly and quietly into the night, and I hope you knew you were
so
much loved and not only by me. You should have seen Ray's tears - while
you
were "my little girl" he loved you dearly.

As I write this your ashes are sitting on a bookshelf you climbed on near
the cord you played with in the den. I feel you're with me. I expect,
when the time is right, I'll bury your ashes under one of the azaleas you
liked to look at... but right now, that time has not come.

Be happy my dear little girl - until we meet again one day.

Your loving Mom and Dad

Fran & Ray

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Wee ar so furry sorry dat Punkins has gone, it is a furry hard
fing to say gudby to sumwun yu luff. Dat shee left wenn shee wuz
reddy is a troo blessing, doh, an she noo dat shee wuz luffd.

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Mme. Anaïs
10/18/2005 12:08:33 AM
anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

What a wonderful tribute.
Gabrielle with MMS



Ray or Fran wrote:

Punkins, my dearest little tortie girl, I miss you so. It was almost 11
years ago that you and Puddi permanently came into our lives when my mother
died and you two came to live with us.

I'd had dogs growing up but never a cat. I sometimes wondered if you and
Puddi drew straws as to which of us you'd wrap around your paws and you drew
me.

You were my little girl, or I thought of you as that. You and Puddi taught
us what it was like to be a cat and to be owned by a cat. You were/are both
unique personalities displaying the many facets of catness.

You liked to be picked up, and I'd oblige you and we'd look out a window at
the countryside. You had the quietest of purrs and I had to put my ear
close up to you to hear your purr or feel your chest vibrate. You liked to
sit or lie on laps and/or keyboards and there was many a time when you'd
"hit" the Cap Lock or the repeat key or make it difficult for me to type as
you were resting your head on my arm or hand. You enjoyed crossword
puzzles or so it seemed as you astutely studied each page making it
difficult for me to make an entry.

You were never one to eat treats of any variety (though offered) sticking
religiously without complaint to your Science Diet dry from the regular up
thru K/D with the exception of angel food cake and a lick of orange sherbet.
It's funny that, angel food cake is my favorite cake and one I always made
for my birthday. It seemed that you and I were the only ones who were fond
of angel food. I know Puddi wasn't and while Ray will eat angel food cake,
he won't request it. One year a Sekrit Santa sent you your very own
package of angel food cake that I baked for you.

You liked to wish us good night and made sure we were tucked into bed before
settling down at the foot of the bed. Sometimes we played chase the foot or
hand under the covers as you pounced on the moving target, sometimes not.
(S). You were my little girl.

Your kidneys failed you Punkins, and there was nothing we could do. The Vet
said it was most likely genetic. In February your right kidney died and had
to be removed. In September your left kidney was functioning at a smidgeon
above high normal per blood tests and the next moment the readings were off
the wall and no amount of fluids could bring the left kidney back to life.
It too had died.

You went swiftly and quietly into the night, and I hope you knew you were so
much loved and not only by me. You should have seen Ray's tears - while you
were "my little girl" he loved you dearly.

As I write this your ashes are sitting on a bookshelf you climbed on near
the cord you played with in the den. I feel you're with me. I expect,
when the time is right, I'll bury your ashes under one of the azaleas you
liked to look at... but right now, that time has not come.

Be happy my dear little girl - until we meet again one day.

Your loving Mom and Dad

Fran & Ray

How nice! We awl feel the love in this beautiful tribute!
Beverly & the kittiez: Samantha, Finney, Lucey & Jeannie

"Ray or Fran" wrote in message
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Punkins, my dearest little tortie girl, I miss you so. It was almost 11
years ago that you and Puddi permanently came into our lives when my
mother died and you two came to live with us.

I'd had dogs growing up but never a cat. I sometimes wondered if you and
Puddi drew straws as to which of us you'd wrap around your paws and you
drew me.

You were my little girl, or I thought of you as that. You and Puddi
taught us what it was like to be a cat and to be owned by a cat. You
were/are both unique personalities displaying the many facets of catness.

You liked to be picked up, and I'd oblige you and we'd look out a window
at the countryside. You had the quietest of purrs and I had to put my ear
close up to you to hear your purr or feel your chest vibrate. You liked
to sit or lie on laps and/or keyboards and there was many a time when
you'd "hit" the Cap Lock or the repeat key or make it difficult for me to
type as you were resting your head on my arm or hand. You enjoyed
crossword puzzles or so it seemed as you astutely studied each page making
it difficult for me to make an entry.

You were never one to eat treats of any variety (though offered) sticking
religiously without complaint to your Science Diet dry from the regular up
thru K/D with the exception of angel food cake and a lick of orange
sherbet. It's funny that, angel food cake is my favorite cake and one I
always made for my birthday. It seemed that you and I were the only ones
who were fond of angel food. I know Puddi wasn't and while Ray will eat
angel food cake, he won't request it. One year a Sekrit Santa sent you
your very own package of angel food cake that I baked for you.

You liked to wish us good night and made sure we were tucked into bed
before settling down at the foot of the bed. Sometimes we played chase
the foot or hand under the covers as you pounced on the moving target,
sometimes not. (S). You were my little girl.

Your kidneys failed you Punkins, and there was nothing we could do. The
Vet said it was most likely genetic. In February your right kidney died
and had to be removed. In September your left kidney was functioning at
a smidgeon above high normal per blood tests and the next moment the
readings were off the wall and no amount of fluids could bring the left
kidney back to life. It too had died.

You went swiftly and quietly into the night, and I hope you knew you were
so much loved and not only by me. You should have seen Ray's tears -
while you were "my little girl" he loved you dearly.

As I write this your ashes are sitting on a bookshelf you climbed on near
the cord you played with in the den. I feel you're with me. I expect,
when the time is right, I'll bury your ashes under one of the azaleas you
liked to look at... but right now, that time has not come.

Be happy my dear little girl - until we meet again one day.

Your loving Mom and Dad

Fran & Ray

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What a beautiful tribute. sniff sniff

Heather

"Ray or Fran" wrote in message
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Punkins, my dearest little tortie girl, I miss you so. It was almost 11
years ago that you and Puddi permanently came into our lives when my
mother died and you two came to live with us.

I'd had dogs growing up but never a cat. I sometimes wondered if you and
Puddi drew straws as to which of us you'd wrap around your paws and you
drew me.

You were my little girl, or I thought of you as that. You and Puddi
taught us what it was like to be a cat and to be owned by a cat. You
were/are both unique personalities displaying the many facets of catness.

You liked to be picked up, and I'd oblige you and we'd look out a window
at the countryside. You had the quietest of purrs and I had to put my ear
close up to you to hear your purr or feel your chest vibrate. You liked
to sit or lie on laps and/or keyboards and there was many a time when
you'd "hit" the Cap Lock or the repeat key or make it difficult for me to
type as you were resting your head on my arm or hand. You enjoyed
crossword puzzles or so it seemed as you astutely studied each page making
it difficult for me to make an entry.

You were never one to eat treats of any variety (though offered) sticking
religiously without complaint to your Science Diet dry from the regular up
thru K/D with the exception of angel food cake and a lick of orange
sherbet. It's funny that, angel food cake is my favorite cake and one I
always made for my birthday. It seemed that you and I were the only ones
who were fond of angel food. I know Puddi wasn't and while Ray will eat
angel food cake, he won't request it. One year a Sekrit Santa sent you
your very own package of angel food cake that I baked for you.

You liked to wish us good night and made sure we were tucked into bed
before settling down at the foot of the bed. Sometimes we played chase
the foot or hand under the covers as you pounced on the moving target,
sometimes not. (S). You were my little girl.

Your kidneys failed you Punkins, and there was nothing we could do. The
Vet said it was most likely genetic. In February your right kidney died
and had to be removed. In September your left kidney was functioning at
a smidgeon above high normal per blood tests and the next moment the
readings were off the wall and no amount of fluids could bring the left
kidney back to life. It too had died.

You went swiftly and quietly into the night, and I hope you knew you were
so much loved and not only by me. You should have seen Ray's tears -
while you were "my little girl" he loved you dearly.

As I write this your ashes are sitting on a bookshelf you climbed on near
the cord you played with in the den. I feel you're with me. I expect,
when the time is right, I'll bury your ashes under one of the azaleas you
liked to look at... but right now, that time has not come.

Be happy my dear little girl - until we meet again one day.

Your loving Mom and Dad

Fran & Ray

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That wuz beeutuhful. We will never furrget her, Auntie Fran & Unkull
Ray.
Luv,
Thaddeus & hiz entire famly

We'll mis you Punkins. You were the first kitty tu meow to Ghengis when he
got brave enough tu try his paw at meowchat. I'm sure he was ther tu greet
you when you arrived at the Bridge.

anti Paula MMSing

As I write this your ashes are sitting on a bookshelf you climbed on near
the cord you played with in the den. I feel you're with me. I expect,
when the time is right, I'll bury your ashes under one of the azaleas you
liked to look at... but right now, that time has not come.

Be happy my dear little girl - until we meet again one day.

Your loving Mom and Dad

Fran & Ray

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