How do I describe the joy you've given over the past 17 years? The first night when we found you at an auction. All your liter mates were going to a barn, but you looked up at me full of eggnog and informed me that you were not living in any barn. Those first days, you were a little bundle of fur and adopted big brother Tut as your foster mother.

When your first Dad left us, you captured your own pillow on my bed where you remained throughout your life. Any potential replacements to be your Dad had to meet your standard, and none ever did.

I look at the wardrobe next to my bed and remember the times that you managed to get on top of it. Getting down was another story, and I've the picture to prove it.

You adopted my computer chair as your own and the only mouse you were interested in was the computer mouse. Oh, how I wish you were still lying on that mouse tonight trying to keep me from writing this!

You tormented King Tut and Princess Isis every chance you could. Although you pretended to be so innocent, but we always knew better.

You never thought you were a cat and even wondered why people would allow pets in their home. You were a sweetie, a brat, a baby, all in one. May lap was yours and sometimes you'd just reach up for me to take you. You pretended to be a dog, fetching cigarette packs until Isis came along and distracted even you. You ran like a deer and were always my dear.

Although most cats get nine lives, you went for eighteen. I thought I was loosing you when you were less than 2 years old, but you let me know then you were a fighter and a lover. Were all those other times your way of preparing me for this day?

Isis and I miss you and will someday look for you at Rainbow Bridge. Until then, go find Tut, Arnold, and Supie and check out all the goodies. Hopefully, you'll find an endless supply of chicken baby food and grow up to be a big boy.

Be happy, our love!

In Loving Memory of Prince Ram
who passed away in March 2000.
1982 - 2000

Copyright © Diana Ewing
March 6, 2000