Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Farewell, Sweet Mistrie Rose
Mistrie Rose came to the Big Piney Woods in the fall of 2004. My husband
said "there is a cat in the wood shed with tiny foot prints, you might want to
put some food out." My first vision of her was a blur running away as fast as
she could go, from the food bowl on the porch. During the late fall and winter
I got pictures of her through the window, at a distance. Through the years I
got closer and closer and was finally able to go outside (on the back deck only,
not the front where the food was) and she would let me get closer and closer.
She finally trusted me enough that, when I opened the patio door, she would come
up for a brushing, for treats, for a petting. She would purr and drool and talk
to me. I was the only one she ever trusted but try as I might, she wouldn't let
me pick her up and I never pushed it. She was a spayed torbie, age unknown. I
think she was one of 40 cats that came from up the road, when the people moved.
Some of the cats couldn't be caught, I assume she was one of them. She loved
the wood shed so I built beds at both ends, there was a bed under the back deck
and one under the hemlock trees. She had heated water (thanks to Robyn of the
Hotties who sent me a large heated water bowl) and plenty of food. When we quite
burning wood my husband turned a large container into an insulated bed, put up
on a table. This is where she spent her final days.
She loved the Big Piney Woods and it always was wonderful to see her, in
the sun, chasing leaves, patrolling her domain, cat meditating, looking in for
one of the girls, watching the geese on the pond. She loved seeing the
girls and always visited them once a day when the weather was OK. She even
visited during snowfalls and rain storms, so lonesome, yet I could never get her
to come in the house. She was great friends with the fairies and little people
of the woods. She NEVER went beyond an invisible fence, NEVER going out to the
road (we had plenty of times over 9 years to watch her and where she turned
around.) I always worried about her because of predators, but she was very
smart. I always worried about her in the winter but she put on fat and a thick
torbie coat and would be seen on the coldest of days, catching sun rays. I
For the past two years she wasn't putting on as much weight as she had but
she still looked fit and healthy. A week before she passed I noticed her food
wasn't being eaten. I supplemented with everything I could think of including
different dry food, Fancy Feast, and finally turkey baby food. I brought the
food out to her in the wood shed, checking on her many times a day. Several days
before she passed I watched her make a final visit to her favorite hunting spot,
she slept under the hemlocks and checked out an insulated bed there. She came
to say goodbye, looking in the window, her tiny body must have been cold. It
was the weekend and by Sunday I saw her sitting under the hemlocks, bending
over. I went out to see her and she didn't run, I knew then she was really sick
and the expression in her eyes asked me to help her. Monday morning I found her
against the house, in the sun. I put a towel over her, sure she would run. She
looked up at me, pleadingly. I didn't know what she would do when I picked her
up, but, she did nothing, she was a feather. Once in the carrier she seemed to
relax. I put her in the sun on the deck and she stretched out like she used to
and slept. I left her there for 2 hours, soaking up the sun. I have very sad
memories of that last day, visions I can't get rid of. I stayed with her to the
end and she went peacefully and finally warm and safe.
My heart is broken Run free tiny girl, Patches will be there to greet you
and all the kitties who went before. Till we meet again, dollgirl.
Posted by One Of The Girls at 4:17 PM
Monday, March 11, 2013
I will be helping Mistrie Rose to the bridge today at 2:30. She will be cremated and put in a jar next to Patches grave. She just never got better, only worse, was suffering and I just couldn't watch her and have her pleading with me with her sweet meows to help her. She was much worse this AM, She let me scoop her up and put her in the carrier, no problem, my sweet, wild feral girl! I love you so! Now it is time to be warm and happy and free of pain sweet girl. You gave us 9 wonderful years.
The photo was taken in July, 2006.
Posted by One Of The Girls at 12:19 PM
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Please purr for my Mistrie Rose. She is very ill.
She came to The Big Piney Woods 9 years ago. She remains semi-feral, happy to be outdoors playing with bugs and watching the happenings on the pond. She stopped eating three days ago. Yesterday I visited her in her insulated bed in the wood shed and she didn't run from me, this, in itself, isn't like her. Today she had her back to me, in a meatloaf, unresponsive except I could see her breathing.
Posted by One Of The Girls at 10:26 AM
Saturday, February 25, 2012
I Am One!!!
Yes, I am an official grown up lady today, it is my Purrday. I am a year old.
Posted by One Of The Girls at 6:42 AM
Saturday, August 27, 2011
It is with great sadness I pass on the news that Sue Jackson passed away from brain cancer on Aug. 12. Her blog Edsel The Pooch was one of the first ones we read. Sue came west to visit us several years ago. We got along wonderfully, like old best, friends. It will be a visit I will always cherish. It must have taken a lot of nerve for her to come out like she did, not knowing us or what to expect. Sue, I think of you often, I have missed emailing and reading your blog. The blogosphere has lost a wonderful lady.
Posted by One Of The Girls at 8:28 PM
Friday, August 05, 2011
Yes, I am back, finally! Momma has been too busy at the shelter to help me, Precious refuses to help me, Mittens is always sleeping. But, yes, here I am, on my favorite in all this world place, my sack. It is MINE, ALL MINE. I sit on it, sleep on it, put my toys on it. It is my home base, I am safe on my sack.
P. S. Yes, Miss Precious is doing very well, I can pick on her again and momma doesn't get all hollery at me. Well, most of the time.
Posted by One Of The Girls at 9:23 PM
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Me And "The Brat"
I was on my towel, minding my own business (as usual) and the Little Varmit attacked me (like she does all the time.) Now she wants to be all buddy-buddy. She is actually TOUCHING me and I am pretending I don't notice. She is such a nuisance and soooo spoiled. She is really growing, but then, all she does is eat! She is vain as well, likes to look at herself in the mirror. She has Momma fooled, Daddy........not so much. When will she ever grow up???
Precious Flower, aka Squirt
Posted by One Of The Girls at 8:49 PM