Webster ~ my loyal and helpful assistant

It’s been a bit busy of late, getting ready for the spring shows. I spend countless hours every day at the computer. Webster often comes to offer solice and bring a calmness to my desk. He likes to lay down (as you can see) on my desk and bathe under the heat of my desk lamp. What a bud!

Webster’s personal assistant

Webster has a personal trainer…kind of like going to the gym. It’s called the Undercover Mouse and it runs on batteries, has adjustable speeds and basically is a maddening little mechanical mouse whose tail is the tease, that flits around under the yellow cover promising hours of cat and mouse games for any cat. Even Sidney, in the background is entertained! I turn it on and go about my business and Webster has his own source of entertainment. Ahhhh.

A handful of dust

So now, for all you doubting Thomas’, here is yet another story. We brought the new cat home Friday and were getting him settled in. Within an hour of his arrival I went upstairs as I didn’t see him anywhere. As I walked into the family room there was a book laying on the floor at the base of the bookcase; A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh. The book was in the top shelf, you can see where the books slant at it’s departure. The top of this bookcase is where all our deceased pet’s pictures are…it’s our memory shelf and wall for our furry tried and true friends. And as you can see from the bookcase there are many different books to chose from.

The bizarre part of this was, before I went up to see the new cat, I had just hung up the phone from the vet’s office, Friday afternoon, telling me that Ursus’ ashes were ready to pick up.

Yes, the new cat could reach the top shelf with a claw and pull a book…but that book, at that appointed moment, from that bookcase? We have many open bookcases in our home, two in that room alone.

May we never underestimate the power of the soul departed.

A final note, I picked up Ursus’ ashes today and received the most heartfelt gift. Not only his ashes in a beautiful hand carved wooden box, but a silk rose or two, a floating candle to light and a beautiful book about losing a beloved pet along with many other soothing pamphlets. They did a wonderful job of soothing the unforgetable loss. We lit the candle tonight, said our prayers and trust that Ursus is looking at us all and feeling eternal peace. As I finish this entry, the new boy has jumped up on my desk to bask under the light of the desk lamp…and let me know he’s here.

The cat who came for Christmas

It was just two weeks ago today we lost our beloved Ursus. The following 24 hours were so sad and heart-wrenching. But we think Urs sent a message the morning following his death. I was convinced by some unknown force to find another Chartreux as soon as possible. Usually Jack and I go many months, sometimes years, between new pets. They are so hard to replace, the wait seems necessary.

But this day, December 4th, we started searching immediately. We went to the humane society and although there were a few cats we could have adopted, we left, needing to wait. We got on the Internet and connected with a breeder who happened to have a 2 -year old neutered male Chartreux www.fanciers.com/breed-faqs/chartreux-faq.html that she wanted to re-home. His owner had to move which precipitated him needing a new home. After many emails back and forth we arranged to go meet the cat and adopt him if all looked good with our meeting. Friday, the 14th, we met our new cat and despite a couple of initial concerns we put him in his cat transporter in our truck and brought him home. It was a long drive but he rode like a champ, so much so I’d drive with him anywhere and usually riding with a cat in the car is NOT a fun time!

We haven’t named him yet so presently he is called all sorts of nicknames…something will come in time. But he is a handsome, healthy cat. His first day was rather nervous, getting to know the house and Sidney and Shelley, although they didn’t even bat an eye. To the dogs, Ursus (sort of) was back. By yesterday the cat was playing his own cat and mouse games, in and out of paper bags and roaring up and down the stairs…happy! He is affectionate and also independent. He doesn’t get on the counters or tables, and has chosen two sleeping spots with my seal of approval!

Nothing will replace Ursus, but there is no doubt in Jack’s or my mind that this cat came with Ursus’ help. Call us crazy, but happy we are to have been given the opportunity at this particular time.

The top picture is Ursus, the lower is our new fellow.

Our Ursus

The unthinkable and unexpected and most painful thing has just occured. I have to write, it won’t help.

Our dear and loyal cat, Ursus, has been killed just moments ago. I can’t breath. He was run over in the night, the dark, this snowy night. He is gone. We are in shock.

I thought we had at least 10 more years. I can’t even explain the intensity of this cat and our relationship with him.

We are a mess. He was a stray cat who came to us, we tamed him and he knew how to survive here, he lived here before we arrived. We have had him 12 years and now on his own land he died, in an untimely and very unkind way.

We are sick, time will heal this but never, ever, will we have another friend such as Ursus. He was one of a kind. God rest your blessed soul, dear Ursus.
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