Tainish Posted June 13, 2007 Share Posted June 13, 2007 After a lengthy battle with an unknown infection, Sammie cat passed away in his sleep at the tender age of one. He was a playful kitten who never met a lap he didn't like. One moment he would be casually striding around the room, and the next moment he would appear on your lap (you would recognize it as "blink"). His only apparent goal in life was to win over a certain, life-long dog-owner, at which he was spectacularly successful. He accomplished his goal through hours of dedicated lounging. Sometimes he would lounge on the dog-owner's chest while he watched football, and other times he would lounge on the back of his chair or in his lap while he played WoW. He was a true lounge artist, dedicated to his craft. He will be greatly missed by the iris sisters, the ish brothers, and Molly the dog, and somewhat missed by Chloe the cat (although she would never admit it). Rest in Peace, Sammie. Your work here is done. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Volonazra Posted June 13, 2007 Share Posted June 13, 2007 My condolences. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bula Posted June 13, 2007 Share Posted June 13, 2007 Me am torry to hear dat brudder. Maybe dis chear uz up! The Dog's Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! The Cat's Diary Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. ######s! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now... BULA OgreWarlord Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wendie Posted June 14, 2007 Share Posted June 14, 2007 *hugs* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Ghules Posted June 14, 2007 Share Posted June 14, 2007 I Did Not Die. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle Autumn's rain. When you awaken in the Morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die. -Anon /salute Sammie Safe travels little buddy. /hugs *iris and *ainish family Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jadeynn Posted June 14, 2007 Share Posted June 14, 2007 *hugs* so sorry for the loss of your kitty Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maube Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 oh no =( I am so sorry to hear about your loss. ::big hugs all around:: I know you lovedt hat kitty. He'll be waiting on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge. Heck maybe he is chasing my Guinevere right now ::big hugs again:: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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