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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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On Mon, 20 Oct 2003, JGW wrote: 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!! Yew're welcome, Miranda. I didn't want to presume, but I knew yew were problee bizzy wif blackcat fings, an I *know* how it iz about getting yer typist to do her job gives meaningful luk towards own typist 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. beautiful tribute gently snipped Oh, Momma Jo! I didn't know all doze fings about Liddle Bit! I'm glad Miranda got yew here to tell us. I'm also glad yew didn't mind me starting da tribyoots, but yew an Miranda haf done da bestest job. Fangu fur letting me help out -- Talisker Pippin, prowd winkwink uv a JMCC cat Visit the BallardBunch at Bitterroot Manor, http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Meadows/1240/ |
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On Mon, 20 Oct 2003, JGW wrote: 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!! Yew're welcome, Miranda. I didn't want to presume, but I knew yew were problee bizzy wif blackcat fings, an I *know* how it iz about getting yer typist to do her job gives meaningful luk towards own typist 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. beautiful tribute gently snipped Oh, Momma Jo! I didn't know all doze fings about Liddle Bit! I'm glad Miranda got yew here to tell us. I'm also glad yew didn't mind me starting da tribyoots, but yew an Miranda haf done da bestest job. Fangu fur letting me help out -- Talisker Pippin, prowd winkwink uv a JMCC cat Visit the BallardBunch at Bitterroot Manor, http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Meadows/1240/ |
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Anuffur bewtiful tribyewt, Antie Momma Jo. Weer sorree we dint get to know
Penrod az well az we did Miranda an Poppy. Mom sez tharez fingz bout him dat she had wiff Spook. Thay boff left us tuu soon. sssniff Bootsie, Gizmo, Sassy, and Whiskers and their mom 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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Anuffur bewtiful tribyewt, Antie Momma Jo. Weer sorree we dint get to know
Penrod az well az we did Miranda an Poppy. Mom sez tharez fingz bout him dat she had wiff Spook. Thay boff left us tuu soon. sssniff Bootsie, Gizmo, Sassy, and Whiskers and their mom 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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reluktintly snippd 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. Doze wer troo an luffing wurrds yu fownd, Auntee MommaJo, muchmuch beddur denn "addaqwit". Yu told us lots bowt Little Bit dat will help us rememfur her eevin beddur den beefor. Fangu. Mietze -- Remove the first m to reply |
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JGW wrote:
reluktintly snippd 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. Doze wer troo an luffing wurrds yu fownd, Auntee MommaJo, muchmuch beddur denn "addaqwit". Yu told us lots bowt Little Bit dat will help us rememfur her eevin beddur den beefor. Fangu. Mietze -- Remove the first m to reply |
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JGW wrote:
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 I fink MirandaBanda told mineselv. Or mebbe it wuz Penrod. Da Jellicle Ball is furry deer to mine hart, Auntee MommaJo. Dere's no mor impurrtint fing I cud do fur dis groop denn to onor doze wee luff. Mietze -- Remove the first m to reply |
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JGW wrote:
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 I fink MirandaBanda told mineselv. Or mebbe it wuz Penrod. Da Jellicle Ball is furry deer to mine hart, Auntee MommaJo. Dere's no mor impurrtint fing I cud do fur dis groop denn to onor doze wee luff. Mietze -- Remove the first m to reply |
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