Saem ting fur me – wen mai kitteh went to da brij, I stil saw him ebberywher. In awl hims favrit spots. Woke up in nite lissening for him, sumtiemz thot I still heerd him; wud waek up sad.

{{hugz fur yoo, Lufflaff}} an heeling for yor por hart.

Oh, Itteh-Bitteh, datz such a sad storee bowt yor kittehs an de howsefire. Yoo mus hav braevhart to liv thru teh loss uv so menney beh-behs.

{{{Anny-Luv}}}

{{{Itteh-Bitteh}}}

*reechez owt beeg orinj pawz and wrapz dem arown Anny-luv*

Ther ther, beh-beh, yoo jus go ahed an crie. Iz okkay to crie – yoo jus let it awl owt.

We sorree fur yor trajik middel-of-nite loss.

Yor Jester iz playin’ now wif awl owr udder kittehs hoo haz gwan on befor us. Yoo wil see yor sweet kitteh agen wun dai.

*snif*

PLZplzplz donut be down on uself. 4 me, ther is nuffin to forgibs, is hard to keep track sumtims (for me newai, stoopy n00bs, haven’t figgered out timething yet) and I felt bad 2 not knoeing if e.g. lotbh got my commint. Newai, {{{{{ittehbittehkitteh}}}}}.
An I feel dretful bout ur loss 2, made me crai. But hey, 1 cheerfull thang – if in hebben ther be
preFall condishuns, all kittehs (an goggies etc) will be talkin! Lawd noes Printie tried hard enuf here.
TY sweethart. for all ur wurdz.

omg. if we cants bee tasteless wif ur frenz, den hu we gonna bee tasteless wiff??
i nebber seed da cello lolpic. priceless…

dese r cats. wen dey gonna figger dat owt? wud bee diffrent if it wuz picture of a nekkid hyooming man displayin … uh… his…nuts… to…….

*lost in thought*

dats so devastatin, an i feels bad dat i dint see dis post till nao. nawt grate at awll akshalleh. i open da commints 2 da lolpic cause sumfin pointed meh dere – doan member whut, xactleh – an i sawded da storeh from last ob da boheicans… nao i feel horribl.

i feelz awfull 4 u an poor liddel jester. i knows kittehs goes 2 hebben. wudden wanna goes dere iffen dey wasnt gonna bees dere.

{{{anny}}} plz forgibs ur stoppeh lolfren hu dun scrolled pass u…

i gotz a list ob angels 2. pugsley, devotion, manly jack henderson, shadow, sandy, bubba, curley, mister saint charles, spike, marvel, mietze, scaramouche, and puzzle. (six of mah behbehs died in a howsefire, den some died later i fink from sickness cause by da smoke.)

i bleev in forgibeniss. i bleev in lurve. i bleev in da communyon ob soles. mah angel kittehs are playing wif printie – an dey wuz dere 2 grete jester. cause ur a lurvin purrson, i knows u gonna met dem dere sum time. i will be dere 2. i dunno wen – dats a sekret onleh gourd know – i sure we gonna bee dere an rejoin da wuns we lurve.

i prays 4 u dat u getz heelin 4 ur hart. i fanks gourd 4 da promise of hebben, an i fanks gourd 4 frenship dat bilds us up wen we bout 2 falled daown.

ekkeh ekkeh ekkeh ekkeh pit-tang zoop boing an zowie zimba.

pruf-reedin = i duznt has it.

what doez dat sai abowt peeplz?

dis iz not taht funneh. teh kitekat pic iz much funneh-er.

I am really getting tired of people attacking this site.

in fact as I was reading the comments on the kite kitteh picture a thought came to me.

the next time a troll who can’t be brought around comes along
WE SHALL GO TO WAR!!!!!
WHO’S WITH ME!!!!!!

I think that this might actually get people to change their ways (I can dream can’t I?)

momcat

momcat

momcat

last ob da bohicans – dat r truleh poignant. i has drinked menny times from bof pools…

ekkeh ekkeh ekkeh ekkah zoop boing an zowie zimba.

i has dat an auforiteh…

(I’m new to this site, have been lurking for a while, but always have fun! If there is something a little to “off color” for me, I just move on to the next pic. No harm, and I certainly wouldn’t want to deprive anyone of their hairblz and buttsechs!)

Fur a brokeded LOL speek, dat wus prettee ennurtayneeng!

I likez teh pic. I ignorez teh stamp.

Noobs will lurn. Is okay.

(wiff platefull uv burgurs)*

DAT is teh millyun dollur qweschun. WHY indeed? WHY doo peepuls feel teh need to biatch an mone and bullee an gripe an ebberyting else. Why dey not juss go sumwhar dey DOO like?

Wen I sees a pickshur I not cwazee abowt, I just ushuallee mooves on. I not go say, ooooo dis bee uglleeeee….or ooooooooooo, diss bee boring……..

cuz i noe sum will like it.

PEEPUL, DAG!!! Jus go sumwhar else if u no like! whai u hass too bee teh spoil sport and throw a wet rag on ebburyboddee?

tank u.

<3

*big eyes*

“What was he wearing? Well, uh, let’s see, he was wearing a red argyle sweater, and tan trousers, and red shoes… No, he’s not retarded. “

The Angel Catburger (aka Peaches) is waiting for your newly departed furbabies. He will show them the best nap spots, full of sunshine in which to show off their tummies.

The Angel Peppi is waiting to purr at them and give them lots of snugs.

And the Angel Bootsie is waiting to show them where to hunt the wild cheezburgers.

I am sorry, and I feel for you.

Much love,
Kathryn (aka Tiny Chz)

Of Memory and Loss

Before I went to sleep, I decided that the next morning I would go and get a pet. I was not sure if it would be a dog or cat or bird or something else. All I knew was that I needed, no, wanted to share my life with another creature that would accept my friendship and affection.
As I slept, I fell into a deep dream.
There before me sat the most beautiful creature, neither male nor female. To either side of this wonderous creature, there were two indentical waterfalls with deep clear pools at their base. From each waterfall, the most crystal blue water cascaded down. I was entranced. Never before had I seen seen such beauty, such serentity.
Wordlessly, the creature motioned for me to come towards the pools at the base of the waterfalls. I noticed that at each pool, there was a small silver cup attached to a fine silver chain.
“Dip thy finger into the pool and taste.” the creature said as it gestured to the pool to its left.
I did as instructed. As the clear cool liquid touched my tongue, my stomach clenched with pain and my heart pounded fiercely within my chest. A hollowness rang throughout my being that I feared I would never recover from.
“This is the Pool of Loss.” the creature said and then it motioned to the other pool of water. “Dip thy finger into the pool and taste.”
Warily, I drew my forefinger through the water of the other pool of water. As my finger touched my tongue, a joy so deep and pure touched my soul. A wave of happiness and wonder drowned the pangs of sorrow and loss the first pool had caused.
“This is the Pool of Memory.” the creature said. “If you take one of God’s creatures into your heart, you must be prepared to drink from both pools. Do you accept this as your covenant, your bond with one of God’s creatures?”
Silently I nodded yes.
“Then drink from each pool.” The creature instructed as it motioned towards the silver cups at the sides of the pools.”For now they will bear no taste, but in time you will discover how much you have partaken of each.”
The very next day, I went and found a kitten at a local shelter. It was the smallest one of the litter and it was the one who seemed to need me the most.
I watched it grow and play and I revelled in the smallest joy it brought to me. But then without warning, it was taken from me in a way most sudden and cruel.
Once again I felt the pangs I had felt in my dream when I tasted the waters of the Pool of Loss. Only this time, I thought the pain would never leave. Then, I remembered the taste of the waters from the Pool of Memory. Slowly the pain of Loss began to subside, and was replaced with the joy of Memory.
I realized that I had drank more from the Pool of Loss than the Pool of Memory in my dream. But now I knew that the Pool of Memory brought more than enough comfort to offset the pain the Pool of Loss could cause.
I now bear the knowledge that each time I open my heart to one of God’s creatures, I drink from the Pool of Memory and the Pool of Loss. How much I partake depends on each creature and that, in the end, the power of Memory is so much more powerful than the power of Loss.