I am honored to be here again after all this time. I flew away to the Rainbow Bridge in December 2011. That broke my mommy's heart totally in two. But I worked for Mommy from this side of the Veil. I caused her, grieving though she was, to call the ebil v-e-t's office and ask them to tell her where any kitties are that would be glad to be rescued...multiple places if known.
They told her they had 5 kitties in their office as a favor to the Fostering homes, as they were full. Mommy had no idea they had kitties to adopt. Turns out when they invited her there to see them, one was a ringer for ME! Same beautiful Tortie cream division line down the nose, everything. But that baby was still being socialized. She was winding around the Tech's legs and enjoyed petting but cringed when approached which was heartbreaking. He said they were still working on her. Then, Katie was brought out and put straight into mommy's arms. She began making pans and pans and pans of biscuits on mom's face, chests, arms, anywhere she could reach and even in the AIR, one of the Vet's said, when not able to make contact with mom's body. She purred strongly and rubbed her face on mommy.
Mom reluctantly gave her to the Tech and went home. She was very reluctant to have another baby in the house as she was still grieving hard for me. But she went back Monday anyway to look at Katie again, and the Vet tech brought in a plaster cast of my little footie that they had failed to give her when mommy came to take me home in my little urn.
To Mommy, that was like a seal of approval that she was supposed to take Katie to her forever home. MY seal of approval. Katie was very loving from the start and when taken home, could not nor would not stay out of mommy's arms for several weeks. That first night, trusting Katie was in bed with mommy somewhere in the middle of the night. Stretched out along mom's back. Knocked out like a light because she stayed awake all day to see her surroundings. Mom smiled. That was the beginning of Katie's new life and they are, as were Mom and I, a purrfect match.
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| Here I am watching over my little sisfur. |
