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Thanks to all of you for your kind words and thoughts Friday night.  I really appreciate it.  I’m really missing my little cat.  I never realized just how much she liked to talk.  The house seems oddly quiet.

I did play my game a bit last night to help keep my mind off of other things.  I will see if I have time to post a bit this evening after work.  I got a few pictures that are very entertaining.

Every night when I came home from work, the kitties would be waiting for me.  All four of them.  Misha, my first cat, would follow me around while I changed out of my work clothes into my pajamas and tell me all about her day.  She would chirp and meow at me, and I always imagined she was telling me about what she had for her dinner, and how bad or good the other cats had been while I was away.
Later would come what Steve and I called “Yowling Time”.  Misha would pick out a cat toy , chase it around for a bit and then carry it (to the bedroom, usually), yowling all the way, to announce that she had a gift for us.  We would find the toy in our bed, or in one of our slippers or some other place she knew we would be likely to find it.  She loved us and showered us with gifts every day. 
When Misha started the “Yowling Time” tradition, instead of cat toys, she would go into the bathroom and get those pre-wrapped maxi pads out of the cabinet under the sink (I think she liked the crinkly plastic wrappers) and would bring us those.  It was kind of embarrassing when someone would come to visit and there were maxi pads scattered in odd places around the house.  And watching a cat walk around the house with a maxi pad in her mouth and yowling all the way was pretty darned hilarious.
Misha slept in our bed, usually nestled between my and Stephen’s pillows.  She also liked to sit on my lap while I was at the computer, and cuddled up on the recliner with me when I watched TV or played PS3.  She loved to be loved, and wasn’t shy about telling us that we weren’t paying her enough attention.  She would nudge my hand and nip at my fingers until she got the attention she thought she deserved.  She would also lay down on top of any book I was reading, or reach out and paw my face to get my attention.  She had a way of being so completely adorable that is was impossible to ignore her.
Misha came to live with me 14 years ago.  She was a farm cat, and the most adorable kitten on the whole farm.  She had little white feet, and little orange cheeks and I knew right away she was the one I wanted.  She and I have been to Hell and back more than a few times in the last 14 years.  No matter how bad things got, I always had my Misha cat to curl up with.  She made those awful lonely night bearable.
I had to part with my baby cat today.  It was unexpected.  There was nothing the vet could do.  She was old and her kidneys had failed. I really thought I would have a few more years of her nipping my fingers and leaving toy mice in my slippers.  I am going to miss my funny little cat. Stephen and our other cats will miss her too, but no one as much as me. She is the one who showed me that animals are just as capable of love as people are.  I know she loved me because she showed me every day.
I love you too, Misha Cat.
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Every night when I came home from work, the kitties would be waiting for me.  All four of them.  Misha, my first cat, would follow me around while I changed out of my work clothes into my pajamas and tell me all about her day.  She would chirp and meow at me, and I always imagined she was telling me about what she had for her dinner, and how bad or good the other cats had been while I was away.

Later would come what Steve and I called “Yowling Time”.  Misha would pick out a cat toy , chase it around for a bit and then carry it (to the bedroom, usually), yowling all the way, to announce that she had a gift for us.  We would find the toy in our bed, or in one of our slippers or some other place she knew we would be likely to find it.  She loved us and showered us with gifts every day. 

When Misha started the “Yowling Time” tradition, instead of cat toys, she would go into the bathroom and get those pre-wrapped maxi pads out of the cabinet under the sink (I think she liked the crinkly plastic wrappers) and would bring us those.  It was kind of embarrassing when someone would come to visit and there were maxi pads scattered in odd places around the house.  And watching a cat walk around the house with a maxi pad in her mouth and yowling all the way was pretty darned hilarious.

Misha slept in our bed, usually nestled between my and Stephen’s pillows.  She also liked to sit on my lap while I was at the computer, and cuddled up on the recliner with me when I watched TV or played PS3.  She loved to be loved, and wasn’t shy about telling us that we weren’t paying her enough attention.  She would nudge my hand and nip at my fingers until she got the attention she thought she deserved.  She would also lay down on top of any book I was reading, or reach out and paw my face to get my attention.  She had a way of being so completely adorable that is was impossible to ignore her.

Misha came to live with me 14 years ago.  She was a farm cat, and the most adorable kitten on the whole farm.  She had little white feet, and little orange cheeks and I knew right away she was the one I wanted.  She and I have been to Hell and back more than a few times in the last 14 years.  No matter how bad things got, I always had my Misha cat to curl up with.  She made those awful lonely night bearable.

I had to part with my baby cat today.  It was unexpected.  There was nothing the vet could do.  She was old and her kidneys had failed. I really thought I would have a few more years of her nipping my fingers and leaving toy mice in my slippers.  I am going to miss my funny little cat. Stephen and our other cats will miss her too, but no one as much as me. She is the one who showed me that animals are just as capable of love as people are.  I know she loved me because she showed me every day.

I love you too, Misha Cat.

While Johnny was away at work, townie, Robi Monif, tried to put the moves on Lilith.  He might have heard that Lilith was a bit of a bad girl, but when the Pleasant sisters went off to college, Angela turned out to be the wild one. She got pregnant with Tybalt Capp’s baby (during a wild spring break party ) and had to drop out. Romeo Monty promised to marry Angela and raise the baby as his own if Angela would only divulge the whereabouts of Vidcund Curious and his family.  Angela took Romeo up on the offer, and the end result was Vidcund Curious and Ophelia Nigmos being shot outside their home in Bluewater Village.

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