Princesse


 

Growing to the family

We, "Mom", and me had lived together only over ten years...
I was an abadonned cat, with kittens when we met in the frontier
of France, and Spain.
You can find the story about it from: http://also.as/papat

The window bench in the kitchen is one of my favorite places.

When we met, I never could imagine the situation:
I'll be in snowy, and cold Finland in some day.
In the beginning I couldn't trust anybody in the family,
it felt all the
time, they are leaving me alone - again.
It took nearly four years before
I could believe that everything continues "forever".
Almost every day
"Mom" said to me: "You are "My Cat" now,
I've responsible of you, and
your life so long we are living.

We were crying together, when last of my "kittens" died. He was
almost six years old, but I felt him still to be my baby - he needed
a lot of help, when he became sick.

NOW I love "My Mom" from my heart.
It took a long time, but all was the worth of it.
Every day I try to show someway how much
I care, and I really am
happy to notice that "My Mom" likes it.

My Family

Our family includes three Cats, two People, and Two dogs.

I'm the oldest cat, like you can imagine, then becomes Honey,
fourteen years;  and Lavande - just fills eight...
Dogs are dogs - I don't like them, but I can stand them to be
inside same walls, but NEVER in MY bed !
Button is seven, and
half years old Newfie, and Peppermynth is a Beauceron,
soon  fills seven .
About people: "My Mom" is older than her son.
Sometimes I'm a little jealous even to "
My Mom's" human "child" (he is already the
grown up man, studying in university)-
I like to be her "FIRST AND BEST" !

Early in the morning

Early in the mornig I'm going to "Mom's bed,
and commanding her with my
24 years old voice:"Moi-i-i aussi-i-i !".
I want to go under "Mom's" cover,
just as behind her back.

Beside "Mom's" pillow lies my white Teddybear,
it's working of MY cushion.
And when I'm feeling much of pleasure,
"Mom" put it under my
paws because in my age it's a little difficult to use
the mecanism of my
claws like some years ago.
Like you see in the picture; "My Mom" is very
nice old lady, she gives
me space enough for the cat ! Sometimes
I'm wondering when she in the
morning complains ace in her back, and she has
almost half of the bed
in her own.

Celebrating

We have one birthbay to celebrate in the end of april, and it
continued - in may we already had three birthdayparties:
- First in the order was Honey, 29.04 - eleven years.
- My birthday was 15.05 - honorable 25 years.
- 20.05 "My Mom" also got two (big) numbers...
And last (and youngest) Lavande 29.05 - eight years.
That month has been the mixture of toys, tins, flowers, and
all kind of funny human presents to "Mom".

Last, but not Least
Now when I have time to think -
People are saying, cats have seven or nine lives - we really have more
than only one; if we are strong enough, when somebody abandonnes us,
we have skill to drop to our feet.
If after the experience like that, we can find somebody to love, it already
is the third life, and so on. Maybe seven is too much !

Why people are taking cats (and also dogs) without thinking how long
" journey" they do have together ? In the shortest cases more than ten
years, with an health companion !
My opinion is that people are becoming "better" when they are becoming
older - the same thing comprising cats:Attachement is becoming during
years.