I've been wanting to write about Kitty Emeritus for a while now. Kitty Emeritus is one of the many names for our dearly departed cat who died more than two years ago at the ripe old age of 19.
Her real name is Pickles. I almost never called her that; I had 2,051,942 nicknames for her. But it didn't matter which name I used because she ignored all of them.
This is a reblog of one of my favorite posts, about my most beloved pet. November was always a big month for us; her birthday was November 4th, and I adopted her on November 8th. She's been gone for almost three years now. I wanted to repost this last week but better late than never. Happy birthday/anniversary, my little one.
As a cat lover I know exactly what you mean and how you feel. I had a female who also loved men. It was hysterical. We are so lucky to have them in our lives. Great post! For what it’s worth you made me cry, too.
Isn’t it hilarious, watching female cats fawn all over men, isn’t it? Such little hussies. Thank you so much for reading, Fransi!
I love this post, Weebs. Loved it the first time. She lives on with you!
She does—she shows up in my dreams usually about once a month, it’s always so good to see her. And hug Leo and Cielo for me, as usual!
Will do. They’re snuggled up in their basket this afternoon as it’s snowing outside today. I lay down for a short nap and they wouldn’t even budge to come help me with that.
Dear Madame Weebles, you did it again! You made me cry for the second time with this beautiful and very touching post.
I always cry whenever I read it myself, Herman! Now you go and give that Mr. Bowie a giant snuggle for me!
Our furry friends never really leave us. Does she ever visit you in your dreams? My beloved old farts do every now and then, even though the last one died nearly ten years ago. Sometimes it’s nothing more than a sense of furriness and a quick purr, but I always wake up smiling.
No, they never do leave us, Diane. Pickles does visit me in dreams, usually about once a month or so, give or take. It always feels so normal to see her in the dream, and then I wake up and she’s not there, but I remember, and it makes me happy.
Our Rosie been gone 4 years now and just saying her name makes me cry. Sorry to hear about your sweet departed friend.
I know the feeling, I can’t think of Pickles without misting up too. Sorry about Rosie, Robin.
Sorry about Pickles. Great name by the way.
So beautiful. Thank you.
And thank you for reading, CMBCML.
My cat died 4 years ago, and I still really miss her. I had her for 18 years, and I felt like we were kindred spirits. I’m having a drink in our kitties’ honors.
I’m having one too, Jen, for both of our kitties. They really are our kindred spirits, in little fur coats.
I’m sure there’s a cat heaven, and from the sounds of it she’ll be ruling the roost. Xx
I think you’re right, Faith!
Anyone can pick out a dog or cat to adopt, but in this instance, it sounds like Pickles picked YOU. She must have sensed a kindred spirit and known she would be well loved. Sweet, sweet post!
Hello, Blogless Wonder, and welcome! You’re absolutely right, Pickles chose me. She knew I’d be powerless against her little hypno eyes. We were good together.
This post pushes to the frontal lobes, memories I have hidden away. Your miss was fortunate to have you as her companion.
You get it, lady. All of us who are lucky enough to be owned by a special pet, we get it.
Posts like this one make it hard to be a curmudgeon. I still miss all of our Siamese cats and, for that matter, my dog when I was growing up.
See, here’s the loophole on being curmudgeonly—this is about ANIMALS. We miss our pets, but people still suck.
Thanks for getting me out of a jam.
Down with people; up with animals!
I’d give you a high-five but I’m too busy beating some young whippersnappers with my cane.
Aren’t we lucky to have loved someone so much that it hurts… I currently have three ‘Pickles’ locked safe in my heart. Lovely post Madame XO
We are indeed incredibly lucky, Janet. Big hugs to you!
I love all animals! Sorry your “sweet face” is gone, but, like dogs, all cats go to heaven, too! HF
They sure do, Harper!
That was was wonderful tribute for your kitty, Weebs. It’s hard to describe the joy an animal can bring. I can tell she was a dear, little friend. I had a kitty for 15 years, and I still miss him.
Thank you, Bumble. Here’s to Pickles, and to your kitty friend as well. You never stop missing them, I know.
i think i told you before, but my current pup is Mr. Pickles. and i call him “pooh”, “picklepoo”, “p-dawgie”, “shitstain”, “browndog” and virtually everything BUT pickles. except when he’s in trouble… loved this tribute…
I do remember your telling me about Mr. Pickles, which I think is awesome. I called my Pickles “Picklepoo” also! Long live all Pickles!