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Yes! Fangu! For doin such a nicenice job an carryin on da tradishun. Miranda-banda, glaring at her typist who made her late posting Fangu, Mietze. Yu always do such a gudgud job at this. |
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Brown-tabby an white bob-tailed gurl luks around the edges uv the standing stones, den whispurrs to the brown-tabby an white long-tailed gurl beside her. Then bof kitties step forward. The bob-tailed gurl cleers her throte and addresses the assembly. I gess MirandaBanda, High Priestess uv Bast an da Jesse Memorial Critter Complex (JMCC) is bizzy doing Bast priestess druid fings, so my winkwink, Pandora Pussycat, and I wud like to give a tribute to a member uv da JMCC who haz gone to da Bridge dis yeer. I'm prowd to be related by winking to da JMCC clowder, an honnered to be able to gif dis tribute, cuz Little Bit wuz furry speshul to Pandy an me. [gently snipped for ISP] I'ze heer, I'ze heer. Yoo won't beleeve da typist trubbles I'ze had!! Momma Jo kept draggin her feets about da Jellicle Ball an I fink she wuz scared, an she kept sayin she didn't no ware to begin to write a tribute. So FANGU Tally for doin dis!! We all miss Little Bit furry much. She wuz a finefine doggie. An yoo gottid da story furry well too. I finally dragged Momma Jo heer an she's gonna say somefing now. RITE Momma Jo???? Miranda-banda, dragging da hoomin out to speek. Um, thanks, so much Tally. And Miranda-banda. Sorry I'm so late everybody. Well, let's see if I can do this. Little Bit arrived at our front door at the age of six months, in the arms of some guy who asked us if she was ours. We said no, and he said she was in the middle of the road in front of our house. We later learned some things that make us think it was a trick and he was trying to "dump" her. She was a very beautiful pit bull mix and the sweetest dog you can imagine. We let her stay and I tried to find her a good home. Every time somebody called in response to our ad, she shook with fear. Somehow she knew. Anyway, eventually we gave up and realized she was our dog. During the first few weeks that she was with us, I kept saying, "Now don't get too comfortable little dog, we'll feed you, but you're not staying with us." After a while "little dog" turned into "Little Bit." But she turned into a Big Bit. And of course, she stayed. The day she knew she was in was when we put a heart-shaped ID tag on her collar with her name and our address and phone number on it. Little Bit quickly made friends with our dog Terry Jo and the two of them worked tirelessly to protect and defend us and make us feel loved. One time she and Terry Jo probably saved our lives when a creep knocked on our door at 4 AM asking to come in and use our phone. She didn't like him one bit, and she and Terry Jo chased him away and pinned him against our fence until he begged us to allow him to leave. They never hurt him, but he sure knew never to come around again. But she was remarkably gentle. I remember once when she and a 4 year old little girl named Mariah went walking on our land picking blackberries. I didn't know how she'd be with kids, but she was wonderful. I saw the two of them coming back, mouths all purple, Mariah's arm around her and handing her berries: one for you, one for me, one for you, one for me... Little Bit loved to cuddle. She tricked us into letting her sleep on our bed and she slept there every night, face pointed to the door to protect us. She loved when we would lie lengthwise along her body and "spoon,." wrapping an arm around her middle. And she gave great doggie kisses. Everybody loved Little Bit. She was a great hiking buddy and always an ambassador of good will. She was a member of the One Ear Up club on rec.pets.dogs. She worried about leaving for the Bridge and hung on as long as she could. She wanted to make sure we'd be okay without her. After she left, I realized how much work she really did for us. She kept intruder cats away, told us every time somebody who didn't belong came around, sounded the alarm when cats were fighting, notified the bears and racoons and coyotes that our property was off-limits, and let the hoomins know that our home was protected. She was cheerful and good-natured about meeting new people and making friends, made friends with her babysitters on the rare occasions we went away, and was always there to give love. We miss her very much and hope she is happy at the Bridge. Momma Jo, feeling like words aren't adequate to say what she means. |
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Brown-tabby an white bob-tailed gurl luks around the edges uv the standing stones, den whispurrs to the brown-tabby an white long-tailed gurl beside her. Then bof kitties step forward. The bob-tailed gurl cleers her throte and addresses the assembly. I gess MirandaBanda, High Priestess uv Bast an da Jesse Memorial Critter Complex (JMCC) is bizzy doing Bast priestess druid fings, so my winkwink, Pandora Pussycat, and I wud like to give a tribute to a member uv da JMCC who haz gone to da Bridge dis yeer. I'm prowd to be related by winking to da JMCC clowder, an honnered to be able to gif dis tribute, cuz Little Bit wuz furry speshul to Pandy an me. [gently snipped for ISP] I'ze heer, I'ze heer. Yoo won't beleeve da typist trubbles I'ze had!! Momma Jo kept draggin her feets about da Jellicle Ball an I fink she wuz scared, an she kept sayin she didn't no ware to begin to write a tribute. So FANGU Tally for doin dis!! We all miss Little Bit furry much. She wuz a finefine doggie. An yoo gottid da story furry well too. I finally dragged Momma Jo heer an she's gonna say somefing now. RITE Momma Jo???? Miranda-banda, dragging da hoomin out to speek. Um, thanks, so much Tally. And Miranda-banda. Sorry I'm so late everybody. Well, let's see if I can do this. Little Bit arrived at our front door at the age of six months, in the arms of some guy who asked us if she was ours. We said no, and he said she was in the middle of the road in front of our house. We later learned some things that make us think it was a trick and he was trying to "dump" her. She was a very beautiful pit bull mix and the sweetest dog you can imagine. We let her stay and I tried to find her a good home. Every time somebody called in response to our ad, she shook with fear. Somehow she knew. Anyway, eventually we gave up and realized she was our dog. During the first few weeks that she was with us, I kept saying, "Now don't get too comfortable little dog, we'll feed you, but you're not staying with us." After a while "little dog" turned into "Little Bit." But she turned into a Big Bit. And of course, she stayed. The day she knew she was in was when we put a heart-shaped ID tag on her collar with her name and our address and phone number on it. Little Bit quickly made friends with our dog Terry Jo and the two of them worked tirelessly to protect and defend us and make us feel loved. One time she and Terry Jo probably saved our lives when a creep knocked on our door at 4 AM asking to come in and use our phone. She didn't like him one bit, and she and Terry Jo chased him away and pinned him against our fence until he begged us to allow him to leave. They never hurt him, but he sure knew never to come around again. But she was remarkably gentle. I remember once when she and a 4 year old little girl named Mariah went walking on our land picking blackberries. I didn't know how she'd be with kids, but she was wonderful. I saw the two of them coming back, mouths all purple, Mariah's arm around her and handing her berries: one for you, one for me, one for you, one for me... Little Bit loved to cuddle. She tricked us into letting her sleep on our bed and she slept there every night, face pointed to the door to protect us. She loved when we would lie lengthwise along her body and "spoon,." wrapping an arm around her middle. And she gave great doggie kisses. Everybody loved Little Bit. She was a great hiking buddy and always an ambassador of good will. She was a member of the One Ear Up club on rec.pets.dogs. She worried about leaving for the Bridge and hung on as long as she could. She wanted to make sure we'd be okay without her. After she left, I realized how much work she really did for us. She kept intruder cats away, told us every time somebody who didn't belong came around, sounded the alarm when cats were fighting, notified the bears and racoons and coyotes that our property was off-limits, and let the hoomins know that our home was protected. She was cheerful and good-natured about meeting new people and making friends, made friends with her babysitters on the rare occasions we went away, and was always there to give love. We miss her very much and hope she is happy at the Bridge. Momma Jo, feeling like words aren't adequate to say what she means. |
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Dis waz a bewtifull tribyewt, Antie Momma Jo. We noo yu cud du it.
Bootsie, Gizmo, Sassy, and Whiskers, and their mom We all miss Little Bit furry much. She wuz a finefine doggie. An yoo gottid da story furry well too. I finally dragged Momma Jo heer an she's gonna say somefing now. RITE Momma Jo???? Miranda-banda, dragging da hoomin out to speek. Um, thanks, so much Tally. And Miranda-banda. Sorry I'm so late everybody. Well, let's see if I can do this. Little Bit arrived at our front door at the age of six months, in the arms of some guy who asked us if she was ours. We said no, and he said she was in the middle of the road in front of our house. We later learned some things that make us think it was a trick and he was trying to "dump" her. She was a very beautiful pit bull mix and the sweetest dog you can imagine. We let her stay and I tried to find her a good home. Every time somebody called in response to our ad, she shook with fear. Somehow she knew. Anyway, eventually we gave up and realized she was our dog. During the first few weeks that she was with us, I kept saying, "Now don't get too comfortable little dog, we'll feed you, but you're not staying with us." After a while "little dog" turned into "Little Bit." But she turned into a Big Bit. And of course, she stayed. The day she knew she was in was when we put a heart-shaped ID tag on her collar with her name and our address and phone number on it. Little Bit quickly made friends with our dog Terry Jo and the two of them worked tirelessly to protect and defend us and make us feel loved. One time she and Terry Jo probably saved our lives when a creep knocked on our door at 4 AM asking to come in and use our phone. She didn't like him one bit, and she and Terry Jo chased him away and pinned him against our fence until he begged us to allow him to leave. They never hurt him, but he sure knew never to come around again. But she was remarkably gentle. I remember once when she and a 4 year old little girl named Mariah went walking on our land picking blackberries. I didn't know how she'd be with kids, but she was wonderful. I saw the two of them coming back, mouths all purple, Mariah's arm around her and handing her berries: one for you, one for me, one for you, one for me... Little Bit loved to cuddle. She tricked us into letting her sleep on our bed and she slept there every night, face pointed to the door to protect us. She loved when we would lie lengthwise along her body and "spoon,." wrapping an arm around her middle. And she gave great doggie kisses. Everybody loved Little Bit. She was a great hiking buddy and always an ambassador of good will. She was a member of the One Ear Up club on rec.pets.dogs. She worried about leaving for the Bridge and hung on as long as she could. She wanted to make sure we'd be okay without her. After she left, I realized how much work she really did for us. She kept intruder cats away, told us every time somebody who didn't belong came around, sounded the alarm when cats were fighting, notified the bears and racoons and coyotes that our property was off-limits, and let the hoomins know that our home was protected. She was cheerful and good-natured about meeting new people and making friends, made friends with her babysitters on the rare occasions we went away, and was always there to give love. We miss her very much and hope she is happy at the Bridge. Momma Jo, feeling like words aren't adequate to say what she means. |
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Dis waz a bewtifull tribyewt, Antie Momma Jo. We noo yu cud du it.
Bootsie, Gizmo, Sassy, and Whiskers, and their mom We all miss Little Bit furry much. She wuz a finefine doggie. An yoo gottid da story furry well too. I finally dragged Momma Jo heer an she's gonna say somefing now. RITE Momma Jo???? Miranda-banda, dragging da hoomin out to speek. Um, thanks, so much Tally. And Miranda-banda. Sorry I'm so late everybody. Well, let's see if I can do this. Little Bit arrived at our front door at the age of six months, in the arms of some guy who asked us if she was ours. We said no, and he said she was in the middle of the road in front of our house. We later learned some things that make us think it was a trick and he was trying to "dump" her. She was a very beautiful pit bull mix and the sweetest dog you can imagine. We let her stay and I tried to find her a good home. Every time somebody called in response to our ad, she shook with fear. Somehow she knew. Anyway, eventually we gave up and realized she was our dog. During the first few weeks that she was with us, I kept saying, "Now don't get too comfortable little dog, we'll feed you, but you're not staying with us." After a while "little dog" turned into "Little Bit." But she turned into a Big Bit. And of course, she stayed. The day she knew she was in was when we put a heart-shaped ID tag on her collar with her name and our address and phone number on it. Little Bit quickly made friends with our dog Terry Jo and the two of them worked tirelessly to protect and defend us and make us feel loved. One time she and Terry Jo probably saved our lives when a creep knocked on our door at 4 AM asking to come in and use our phone. She didn't like him one bit, and she and Terry Jo chased him away and pinned him against our fence until he begged us to allow him to leave. They never hurt him, but he sure knew never to come around again. But she was remarkably gentle. I remember once when she and a 4 year old little girl named Mariah went walking on our land picking blackberries. I didn't know how she'd be with kids, but she was wonderful. I saw the two of them coming back, mouths all purple, Mariah's arm around her and handing her berries: one for you, one for me, one for you, one for me... Little Bit loved to cuddle. She tricked us into letting her sleep on our bed and she slept there every night, face pointed to the door to protect us. She loved when we would lie lengthwise along her body and "spoon,." wrapping an arm around her middle. And she gave great doggie kisses. Everybody loved Little Bit. She was a great hiking buddy and always an ambassador of good will. She was a member of the One Ear Up club on rec.pets.dogs. She worried about leaving for the Bridge and hung on as long as she could. She wanted to make sure we'd be okay without her. After she left, I realized how much work she really did for us. She kept intruder cats away, told us every time somebody who didn't belong came around, sounded the alarm when cats were fighting, notified the bears and racoons and coyotes that our property was off-limits, and let the hoomins know that our home was protected. She was cheerful and good-natured about meeting new people and making friends, made friends with her babysitters on the rare occasions we went away, and was always there to give love. We miss her very much and hope she is happy at the Bridge. Momma Jo, feeling like words aren't adequate to say what she means. |
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Brown-tabby an white bob-tailed gurl finishes her tribute to Little Bit uv da Jesse Memorial Cat Complex, turns and gives a quick earwash to the brown-tabby an white long-tailed gurl standing beside her, then turns back to the Jellicle assembly. My winkwink, Pandora Pussycat, and I wud like to give a tribute to anuther member uv da JMCC who haz gone to da Bridge dis yeer. I'm prowd to be related by winking to da JMCC clowder, an honnered to be able to gif dis tribute, cuz Penrod wuz a furry speshul kitty. [gently snipped] Fangu Tally an Pandy (speshully Tally!) for dat. Now dat I FINALLY have a typist ritin for me I can say a few words myself. Well, Penrod an I took a wile to warm up to eech other. I always thought he wuz kinda pushy. But I hafta admit, he wuz a gud leader an he did a grate job keepin those trooder kitties away. I fink I bedder let Momma Jo give da rest of da tribute. Miranda-banda, draggin Momma Jo out. Thanks, Tally and Pandy and Miranda. Tally I really appreciate your doing this for us. I just didn't know where to begin to write a tribute to Penrod. But I'll try. Penrod arrived at the JMCC on his own paws. He started showing up at the cat house and cat garage looking like he could use some food and shelter and TED attention. I thought he was a girl, so we called him Penelope. One day I got a look under his tail and I knew he was Penrod instead. Penrod was a very dominant cat and I worried that he would be able to fit into our community. But after a while, he calmed down. He learned who belonged and who didn't, and assumed the role of defender of the clowder. He patrolled the cat house and cat garage and also maintained rights inside the hoomin house. He was cat enough and confident enough that, when somebody like Miranda would whap him or growlhiss at him he never felt the need to retaliate. He just walked away like a gentlecat. He and Little Bit were sometimes scared of each other and occasionally got into disagreements that were based on misunderstanding. Eventually, they came to understand and even like each other. Penrod had a very tender and magical side. Whenever he was low on energy or whenever he sensed we were low on energy, he would plaster himself on our chests, wrap his front paws around our necks, and do an energy exchange. If we needed energy, he would siphon his own energy into us. If he needed energy, he would draw if out of us into himself. It didn't matter which way the flow was going, though; we always felt energized afterwards. He was always friendly and outgoing. Everybody knew and loved Penrod. He did have a habit of biting and scratching hard, without much warning, if you got on his nerves. We learned to read his body language well enough to get out of the way when he was feeling grumpy. Most of the time, he had a wonderful healing presence most of the time. He gave off great cat heat and just the right weight so that when he plopped himself down on us, it felt really cozy. And he was always very good about getting medical treatments, even if he didn't like them. He had been in the Out and knew what it was like to have no one care about him, and he was so grateful to be loved and cared for. He was very very brave during his final illness. He put up with his illness without complaint and managed to enjoy life right up until the very end. When he finally gave us word that it was time to quit, his body really was pretty much used up. But he remained cheerful and positive right up until that time. Our lives were richer for having Penrod in our lives. We depended on him for so much--love and affection and the excellent leadership he provided for the whole clowder. When Little Bit went to the Bridge, all of the responsibility for maintaining order fell on his shoulders, and he did a magnificent job of handling the many challenges that came his way. Penrod adored Sheba. He loved her for many years but thought she had another winkwink. He was thrilled when she told him she felt the same way about him. They had a wonderful happy relationship. And Sheba was the one that let the whole world know how wonderful Orcacats are. He was way too young to have to go to The Bridge and we were so sorry he had to go. We always wonder what happened to him before he found his way to us. We know he had fallen on hard times, and we are so grateful that we were able to give him a OneTrooHome. We miss him very much, but we are grateful that he graced our lives with his loving presence as long as he did. Momma Jo |
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Brown-tabby an white bob-tailed gurl finishes her tribute to Little Bit uv da Jesse Memorial Cat Complex, turns and gives a quick earwash to the brown-tabby an white long-tailed gurl standing beside her, then turns back to the Jellicle assembly. My winkwink, Pandora Pussycat, and I wud like to give a tribute to anuther member uv da JMCC who haz gone to da Bridge dis yeer. I'm prowd to be related by winking to da JMCC clowder, an honnered to be able to gif dis tribute, cuz Penrod wuz a furry speshul kitty. [gently snipped] Fangu Tally an Pandy (speshully Tally!) for dat. Now dat I FINALLY have a typist ritin for me I can say a few words myself. Well, Penrod an I took a wile to warm up to eech other. I always thought he wuz kinda pushy. But I hafta admit, he wuz a gud leader an he did a grate job keepin those trooder kitties away. I fink I bedder let Momma Jo give da rest of da tribute. Miranda-banda, draggin Momma Jo out. Thanks, Tally and Pandy and Miranda. Tally I really appreciate your doing this for us. I just didn't know where to begin to write a tribute to Penrod. But I'll try. Penrod arrived at the JMCC on his own paws. He started showing up at the cat house and cat garage looking like he could use some food and shelter and TED attention. I thought he was a girl, so we called him Penelope. One day I got a look under his tail and I knew he was Penrod instead. Penrod was a very dominant cat and I worried that he would be able to fit into our community. But after a while, he calmed down. He learned who belonged and who didn't, and assumed the role of defender of the clowder. He patrolled the cat house and cat garage and also maintained rights inside the hoomin house. He was cat enough and confident enough that, when somebody like Miranda would whap him or growlhiss at him he never felt the need to retaliate. He just walked away like a gentlecat. He and Little Bit were sometimes scared of each other and occasionally got into disagreements that were based on misunderstanding. Eventually, they came to understand and even like each other. Penrod had a very tender and magical side. Whenever he was low on energy or whenever he sensed we were low on energy, he would plaster himself on our chests, wrap his front paws around our necks, and do an energy exchange. If we needed energy, he would siphon his own energy into us. If he needed energy, he would draw if out of us into himself. It didn't matter which way the flow was going, though; we always felt energized afterwards. He was always friendly and outgoing. Everybody knew and loved Penrod. He did have a habit of biting and scratching hard, without much warning, if you got on his nerves. We learned to read his body language well enough to get out of the way when he was feeling grumpy. Most of the time, he had a wonderful healing presence most of the time. He gave off great cat heat and just the right weight so that when he plopped himself down on us, it felt really cozy. And he was always very good about getting medical treatments, even if he didn't like them. He had been in the Out and knew what it was like to have no one care about him, and he was so grateful to be loved and cared for. He was very very brave during his final illness. He put up with his illness without complaint and managed to enjoy life right up until the very end. When he finally gave us word that it was time to quit, his body really was pretty much used up. But he remained cheerful and positive right up until that time. Our lives were richer for having Penrod in our lives. We depended on him for so much--love and affection and the excellent leadership he provided for the whole clowder. When Little Bit went to the Bridge, all of the responsibility for maintaining order fell on his shoulders, and he did a magnificent job of handling the many challenges that came his way. Penrod adored Sheba. He loved her for many years but thought she had another winkwink. He was thrilled when she told him she felt the same way about him. They had a wonderful happy relationship. And Sheba was the one that let the whole world know how wonderful Orcacats are. He was way too young to have to go to The Bridge and we were so sorry he had to go. We always wonder what happened to him before he found his way to us. We know he had fallen on hard times, and we are so grateful that we were able to give him a OneTrooHome. We miss him very much, but we are grateful that he graced our lives with his loving presence as long as he did. Momma Jo |
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snipt wiff reespekt I know dere are lotz more stories bout Penrod an about OrcaCats, but rite now I just wanna say dat Penrod wuz a furry important an beloved member uv da JMCC an alla kitties an bunnies an fishies, an espeshully Momma Jo an Momma Beff still miss him furry furry much. But I bet he's teachin da Orcacat Song to da Rainbow Bridge Chorale rite now! --Talisker Pippin, wif Pandora Pussycat Dose were wunnerful, Tally, just grayt! Auntee MommaJo hasa hard time wiff tribyoots, so wee'ze furry glad dat yu wer aybull to do deeze. Wee no dat LittleBit wuz a xsillint frend to kitties, an wuz furry impurrtint in da daytoday life ov da JMCC. An Penrod wuz sucha fine fello. Wee will reememfur dem boff, wiff affekshun an gladniss dat wee noo dem. Mietze Oh thanks, Mietze. How did you know?? I'm so glad you understand. And again, thank you for all you do to keep the traditions of the Jellicle Ball and the Rainbow Bridge Memorials alive. Momma Jo |
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snipt wiff reespekt I know dere are lotz more stories bout Penrod an about OrcaCats, but rite now I just wanna say dat Penrod wuz a furry important an beloved member uv da JMCC an alla kitties an bunnies an fishies, an espeshully Momma Jo an Momma Beff still miss him furry furry much. But I bet he's teachin da Orcacat Song to da Rainbow Bridge Chorale rite now! --Talisker Pippin, wif Pandora Pussycat Dose were wunnerful, Tally, just grayt! Auntee MommaJo hasa hard time wiff tribyoots, so wee'ze furry glad dat yu wer aybull to do deeze. Wee no dat LittleBit wuz a xsillint frend to kitties, an wuz furry impurrtint in da daytoday life ov da JMCC. An Penrod wuz sucha fine fello. Wee will reememfur dem boff, wiff affekshun an gladniss dat wee noo dem. Mietze Oh thanks, Mietze. How did you know?? I'm so glad you understand. And again, thank you for all you do to keep the traditions of the Jellicle Ball and the Rainbow Bridge Memorials alive. Momma Jo |
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Hihihi, Miranda! We're so glad yew got done wif all your blackcat druid
Bast priestess fings an got Momma Jo to let you atta pooter! I didn't know all doze stories bout yew an Penrod or how he camed to da JMCC or how he an da mommas exchanged energys -- doze were gudgud stories! --Talisker Pippin, glad to see the blackcat sitting by da standing stones On Mon, 20 Oct 2003, JGW wrote: Fangu Tally an Pandy (speshully Tally!) for dat. Now dat I FINALLY have a typist ritin for me I can say a few words myself. Well, Penrod an I took a wile to warm up to eech other. I always thought he wuz kinda pushy. But I hafta admit, he wuz a gud leader an he did a grate job keepin those trooder kitties away. I fink I bedder let Momma Jo give da rest of da tribute. Miranda-banda, draggin Momma Jo out. Thanks, Tally and Pandy and Miranda. Tally I really appreciate your doing this for us. I just didn't know where to begin to write a tribute to Penrod. But I'll try. Penrod arrived at the JMCC on his own paws. He started showing up at the cat house and cat garage looking like he could use some food and shelter and TED attention. I thought he was a girl, so we called him Penelope. One day I got a look under his tail and I knew he was Penrod instead. Penrod was a very dominant cat and I worried that he would be able to fit into our community. But after a while, he calmed down. He learned who belonged and who didn't, and assumed the role of defender of the clowder. He patrolled the cat house and cat garage and also maintained rights inside the hoomin house. He was cat enough and confident enough that, when somebody like Miranda would whap him or growlhiss at him he never felt the need to retaliate. He just walked away like a gentlecat. He and Little Bit were sometimes scared of each other and occasionally got into disagreements that were based on misunderstanding. Eventually, they came to understand and even like each other. Penrod had a very tender and magical side. Whenever he was low on energy or whenever he sensed we were low on energy, he would plaster himself on our chests, wrap his front paws around our necks, and do an energy exchange. If we needed energy, he would siphon his own energy into us. If he needed energy, he would draw if out of us into himself. It didn't matter which way the flow was going, though; we always felt energized afterwards. He was always friendly and outgoing. Everybody knew and loved Penrod. He did have a habit of biting and scratching hard, without much warning, if you got on his nerves. We learned to read his body language well enough to get out of the way when he was feeling grumpy. Most of the time, he had a wonderful healing presence most of the time. He gave off great cat heat and just the right weight so that when he plopped himself down on us, it felt really cozy. And he was always very good about getting medical treatments, even if he didn't like them. He had been in the Out and knew what it was like to have no one care about him, and he was so grateful to be loved and cared for. He was very very brave during his final illness. He put up with his illness without complaint and managed to enjoy life right up until the very end. When he finally gave us word that it was time to quit, his body really was pretty much used up. But he remained cheerful and positive right up until that time. Our lives were richer for having Penrod in our lives. We depended on him for so much--love and affection and the excellent leadership he provided for the whole clowder. When Little Bit went to the Bridge, all of the responsibility for maintaining order fell on his shoulders, and he did a magnificent job of handling the many challenges that came his way. Penrod adored Sheba. He loved her for many years but thought she had another winkwink. He was thrilled when she told him she felt the same way about him. They had a wonderful happy relationship. And Sheba was the one that let the whole world know how wonderful Orcacats are. He was way too young to have to go to The Bridge and we were so sorry he had to go. We always wonder what happened to him before he found his way to us. We know he had fallen on hard times, and we are so grateful that we were able to give him a OneTrooHome. We miss him very much, but we are grateful that he graced our lives with his loving presence as long as he did. Momma Jo |
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