Calling All Angels

In honor of our furriend Sweet Praline who went the Bridge this past week, we are celebrating all of those who came before.

Calling All Angels.  Please go visit the Floof and Fur blog for our official celebration.

We have so many guardian angels in my family.  Today we want to remember Morgan and Gracie.  Mom is planning on making special pages on my blog for each of them in the near future.   Both of them left for The Bridge long before I was born.

Morgan was mom's best friend and soul mate.  They met when Morgan was a kitten at the Oregon Humane Society in 1979. 

Morgan loved her Kliban Cat snug sack.   

Her official name was Morgan le Fay.  She was called Munchkin, The Queen, Queen of All, Morgana-ana-danna, and lots more.  She was 18 when she left for The Bridge in early 1998. 

Gracie is still referred to as the "perfect dog".  One of her veterinarians called her a Labrador in a Borzoi suit.  She was calm, loving, loyal, precious and perfect.  She was also beautiful.  She was about 5 months old in this photo when she was adopted and first came home.

This photo of Gracie was taken when she was about 5 years old.  Gracie lived to 14 years and 5 months.  Mom always counts the 5 months because they cherished every single day with her.   Gracie left for The Bridge about 2 months before Morgan in November of 1997.

I wish I could have met them.  I know they watch over us.

Monday Meezer Memories

I've been helping out a lot since my mom injured her hand and it is in a splint. I had to help her paw through old pictures to find enough to put together a memorial of the cat who started it all, Morgan. I've only heard stories, but she is legendary around here.Anyway, we put together this video tribute. We would have completed it in time for World Cat Day, but we were a little slow. You'll need to turn on the sound because we have added Morgan's theme song to the show.

Morgan was born in 1979 and left for the Bridge on January 27, 1998. Also appearing in the video are pictures of our Borzoi Callie, Maxfield the apricot wondercat and Nimue the sweet baby meezer.

Meezer Monday- Memories and History

My mom spent some time with me this weekend looking at the scrapbooks and telling me about the meezers who came before me and my momma. Mom has always had a meezer in her life, starting when she was just a little kid, in the last century! I may not look like a meezer, but if my momma is a meezer, then I'm one too.

Kimi and Junior were the mother/son duo who grew up with my mom. They were indoor kitties who only went outside on a leash.

When mom moved out on her own, she wanted to adopt a kitty, so she went to the Humane Society. She was thinking that she wanted a grey kitty (what was she thinking?). While she was looking at a grey kitten, another kitten came up and swatted her "hey take me". That smart little swatting kitten was Morgan. Love at first sight, soul mates forever.

Morgan was ruler of the house and a force to be reckoned with. Our vet said he'd rather wrestle a tiger. Once when Morgan had to stay at the vet, the technicians refused to get her out of her cage. Mom had to go back and get her. When mom went face first into the cage, the techs let out an audible gasp. They were certain that mom would be disfigured, but no....just a "mew" came out of her and the techs knew they had been manipulated by the master.

Morgan was adopted by my mom and dad when they didn't have much money. She developed a love for ramen noodles and peanut butter on graham crackers that stayed with her for her whole life. She lived to be 18 years old. Liver disease took her from us. Mom said she knew the end was near when Morgan refused to eat ramen.

Morgan aka: Queen of All, The Queen Mother, Munchkin

Morgan up a tree

Nimue was the kitten mom and dad adopted when Morgan was about a year old. Morgan treated Nimue like her very own kitten and they loved each other. Nimue's favorite thing to do was sit under light bulbs and bask in the warmth.

Nimue passed away suddenly when she was just shy of 10 years old. She had cardiomyopathy and prior to her sudden fatal episode, there were no signs of trouble.

After Morgan passed away in January of 1998, Mom and dad were without a meezer AND without any girl kitties. It was man-cat central with Jonathan, Maxfield, Madison and Michelangelo.

In April 1998, Maggie appeared at a local amusement park. Hungry, alone and very bewildered at why she was on her own, she was scooped up by my mom and dad. They too were bewildered at why such a girl was on her own. They searched and searched for her owners but came up with nothing. Soon after Maggie came home (meaning immediately), she went into heat. That sent Michelangelo and Madison into a swoon. They loved her more than anything or anyone, but they could do nothing about it. They loved her anyway and worshipped her for her whole life. She was a total southern belle and EVERYONE worshipped her. Everyone hoped she would take over the Queen role that Morgan left open, but she was destined to be a princess and dumpster diva.

Maggie passed away in the fall of 2005 after a tough battle with aggressive bile duct cancer. My mom and dad would have done anything to save her, but with that kind of disease there is nothing you can do.

Mom and dad were once again left Meezerless. That's where Petfinder.com came into our lives. Mom searched and found my momma and me up for adoption by United Paws. My momma's name was Libby at the time, because she had been liberated from her terrible situation. When my momma and I came home we were given new names. My mom had her co-workers help out and they thought we should be named after 2 great women in history. That's how we were named after Eleanor Roosevelt and Coretta Scott King....Ellie and Cory. We hope to do great things too and make the meezers who came before us very proud.