CatPictures

	Izzy, the Turkish Van cat She joined the household on November 15, 2003. She's not a replacement for Puff -- but she has a loving personality all her own. She's playful and affectionate, and, as are all Turkish Vans, beautiful. Note her eyes -- one gold, the other blue. Izzy came to us from Caravanserai Turkish Van Cats; she is a cat of some breeding She has attended many cat shows, under her "legal" name Caravanserai Eowyn (her father, Fred, was officially Wishnwhisker Lord-of-The-Rings) She has been very successful, and had the title Grand Premier. In her last show season (2003-2004), she was the #8 kitten in the country and the #4 Premier Class (neutered cats). But, is Izzy really Armenian???

	Charlotte Louise, The Fat Cat Charlotte Louise was rescued from the pound in November of 2001; she was probably about 6 months old. How she ended going home with me is a bit unusual. I was looking at the various cats available for adoption, and noticed a grey kitten asleep by herself in a corner. So, I walked over and patted the kitten, who promptly woke up and jumped on my shoulder. There was no choice but to pay the $46 and take her home -- she wasn't letting go ! Obviously, Charlotte had her eyes opened and had figured out what her options were at the pound (not good....).


Elvis came to live with me in the summer of 2002, at the ripe age of 16. His original home was with my younger sister, who realized that one child and a cat would work, but not two children and a cat. She asked me if I'd be willing to give the King a home, which I was delighted to do. For the first 3 or 4 months, I'd put down food, which disappeared, but no cat emerged. Finally, I found him (or at least two eyes, glowing with malevolence) in the rafters of the garage. Then, one morning about 7 am (the crack of dawn), I heard yowling at the front door. Elvis had decided to rejoin the world, beginning with setting expectations for breakfast time. We compromised -- Elvis learned to eat breakfast at a civilized hour (9 am), and I began to crack open a can of Fancy Feast every day. Pretty soon, he started to meet me in the driveway in the evenings and walk me to the front door. (to be continued)

Elvis at his favorite activity...eating	Elvis in profile	Elvis reclining

Elvis strolling	Another profile	Elvis on his way somewhere

Puff's Memorial

Puff May 1991 - July 30, 2003

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

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