Princess

[JALB]

Thank you all, for your consoling words. I wish I could post some pictures. I have lots of them (over 2500). That's of both Princess and Duchess, though, not just Princess. I remember one picture in particular, in which Princess had a bouncy ball on her head, and did not look happy about it! And another similar picture, in which she had an empty fruit snack bag on her head. She was actually pretty tolerant most of the time, and often didn't care much how you held her, or what you did to her.

When we lived in a neighborhood, she used to like to go for walks on her harness. One summer day I walked her all around the duck pond, and when we got back, she was panting almost like a dog, poor cat! Of course we made sure she had plenty of water to drink.

Another day, long ago, my little brother decided it would be a good idea to close her in the closet! He was pretty little then, so I don't hold it against him. Though I was mad at him at the time...

Also my brother took a picture of her once, when she had been sleeping, and she sure didn't look too happy about being woken up!

She used to have an Easter basket that had lost its handle, that she liked to curl up in, and in which she barely fit. I called her "The Basketful of Cuteness" when she was in it.

I'm sure I have a lot more memories that I'm just not remembering at the moment. I hope you don't think I've talked too much. But I often think I don't talk enough on here. So many of you just find so much to say, and I feel like I can't keep up.

[JALB]

Also Princess (and most of the cats we've had since Princess and Duchess) have been "whistle-trained", as in, they will come when you whistle. We taught her this over many years of associating the whistling with food, and now that's just the way that we call cats. Princess was also (more or less) trained to stand up on her hind legs for a food reward. I just had to hold the food up above her head, and up she'd go!

Once when I was in a music band, our teacher wrote a short little song about Princess and Duchess. I don't remember all the words now, it was so long ago, but part of it was about "when the smell of tuna wafts high", or something like that.

This one is about Duchess, but I still want to tell it. Duchess used to really LOOOOVE hardboiled egg yolks, and whenever I peeled a hardboiled egg, she was sure to be nearby, eagerly awaiting the yolk!

[bevrice]

RIP Princess. Run healthy and free over the Rainbow Bridge. Say hi to my cat guy Poppy who also passed away at age 17.