Mubu and Angel: RB

They were beautiful kitties; my heart goes out to you. Purrs for their
travel to the Rainbow Bridge.
Christine
"John Kimmel" wrote in message
...
The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,

--
John Kimmel


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They were beautiful kitties; my heart goes out to you. Purrs for their
travel to the Rainbow Bridge.
Christine
"John Kimmel" wrote in message
...
The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,

--
John Kimmel


http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel1.JPG

http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel2.JPG

They were beautiful kitties; my heart goes out to you. Purrs for their
travel to the Rainbow Bridge.
Christine
"John Kimmel" wrote in message
...
The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,

--
John Kimmel


http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel1.JPG

http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel2.JPG

Purrs and prayers Mubu and Angel have a safe journey to the RB, where they
will be dog-free and stay friends.
Jazz and his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"John Kimmel" wrote in message
...
The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,

--
John Kimmel


http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel1.JPG

http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel2.JPG

Purrs and prayers Mubu and Angel have a safe journey to the RB, where they
will be dog-free and stay friends.
Jazz and his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"John Kimmel" wrote in message
...
The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,

--
John Kimmel


http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel1.JPG

http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel2.JPG

Purrs and prayers Mubu and Angel have a safe journey to the RB, where they
will be dog-free and stay friends.
Jazz and his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"John Kimmel" wrote in message
...
The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,

--
John Kimmel


http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel1.JPG

http://home.teleport.com/~guy_noir/i...ubu_angel2.JPG

On Fri, 25 Jun 2004 21:16:22 -0700, John Kimmel
wrote:

The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,

It sounds like you are one of the people who care. My condolences to
you. If the cat lived on its own and didn't show up very often, it
could not have had a good life.

On Fri, 25 Jun 2004 21:16:22 -0700, John Kimmel
wrote:

The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,

It sounds like you are one of the people who care. My condolences to
you. If the cat lived on its own and didn't show up very often, it
could not have had a good life.

On Fri, 25 Jun 2004 21:16:22 -0700, John Kimmel
wrote:

The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,

It sounds like you are one of the people who care. My condolences to
you. If the cat lived on its own and didn't show up very often, it
could not have had a good life.

On Fri, 25 Jun 2004 21:16:22 -0700, John Kimmel
wrote:

The usual great cats.

Both distinguished by deep, resonant "meows", late at night when I might
go to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to the bathroom.

They were my girlfriend's cats. When I met them, they lived on top of
the refrigerator to avoid the 60 lb hyperactive puppy who constantly
harrassed and chased them both. Most of the time, they just weren't
around, they'd be out of the house and out of the yard, but when the
dogs were asleep they'd sneak in to eat, and announce their presence
with a ghostly "meow" in the dark--more of an "aaaaanh".

Mubu was put down in January when he was diagnosed with kidney failure.
With him gone, we saw even less of Angel, he would stop by once a
month at most. The last time I saw him, a few weeks ago, we were
relaxing in the hot tub late at night and I heard him calling from the
other side of the fence. We got him into the house and fed him. The
plan was to keep him in the house for the night and then take him to the
vet in the morning to get chipped, but he managed to escape. After
that, I offered to take him to my house where he might have a happier,
dog-free life (if we ever caught him again) but my girlfriend refused.

She saw him dead beside the highway yesterday morning. We buried him in
the evening in the corner of the yard next to his brother, Mubu. We
didn't give him a proper eulogy, so I wrote this for the people who care.

Thanks,
I am sorry for your loss.