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David's Memorial to Tabbitha

Tabbitha was one of my first two cats. I got her and a kitty called Scooter from a coworker who couldn't keep them anymore. Unfourtunately, Scooter did not last long, and I have no pictures of him, but Tabbitha lived a very long and happy life I think. When we first got her, she was a "snooty" cat. She wouldn't let you pet her with anything other than your feet. Her whole life she hated being held, or constrained in any way, but over time allowed us to pet her with our hands. She was Queen of the house, and she let everyone know it! Here she is crouching on the couch.

Tabbitha loved water... to drink that is. definitely not bathing. She had the strangest habit of standing on the water bowl to drink, and when that wasn't an option drinking from a dripping faucet was the next best thing. Near the end, she loved trickling water more and more, perhaps because it hurt her to move. The vet only said her systems were shutting down from old age, and I guess for a cat thats pretty rare these days.

Tabbitha seems to know she wasn't at her best here, and didn't even acknowledge the camera. She was an indoor/outdoor cat for many years, and very wise in the outdoors. She would come home with all sorts of "presents" from time to time, rabbits, mice, moles, birds and once even a live bird and let it go in the house. Depending on your stance, allowing a cat outdoors is a good or bad thing. With Tabbitha, though all our other cats were indoor only, she needed the outdoors. I only let her out because I knew she was "smart" enough to stay out of the street and knew where her next meal and petting were coming from.

She finally acknowledge the camera, and seems to say "STOP TAKING MY PICTURE I LOOK TERRIBLE!" I had many more pictures of her, but lost them in one of my moves, so most of these are of her near her last days. We've been adopted by more cats over the years, and Tabbitha played Mom to them all, the ones that came as kittens anyway. Even for never having her own kittens, I'd never seen as strong of a maternal instinct as she had. In the other pages, you'll see pic's of Madison, Snookies, Brandy, Tippies, and Tigress.

She was second mother to them all. She even taught Tigress how to beg, and her habit of standing on the water bowl! Here she is on the phone stand looking down at something. Probably one of those phantom dinosaurs that cats seem to chase through the house. They have to be dinosaurs, because a small cat CAN'T make that much noise just by running through the house can they???

Here she is in her glory. Queen Mother to all, high on her perch, umm throne, the back on my recliner. She would lay there for hours and clean me while I read or watched TV. We miss her dearly still.

This is how I got greeted most evenings when I came home from work. Now who wouldn't want a kitty like this? Look at that tail! At least now you can see this, Karen took one of the WORST photo's I've seen and cleaned it up with photoshop I didn't even recognize the picture! :)