Memories of Gabby.
My memory is crap often, so I couldn't remember exactly when I got Gabby. Looking up my resume it was in 1995 when I was an apartment manager, so Gabby was only 11 years old, more or less.
I got Gabby (short for Gabrielle) from a friend, Gay Linn Kirkpatrick, who many people know as Queen Elizabeth at Southern Faire. She already had two other cats, and her husband James (they are now divorced) wouldn't allow her to keep this pretty kitten that she received as a birthday gift from another friend of hers, so she gave Gabby to me to take care of.
I loved playing with her. She was so fiesty, and we could play without her ever really biting me or using her claws. She used to sleep with me in bed, curled up around my head or feet. I hated to have to keep her outside after the big flea issue two years ago, because while she enjoyed playing in the "wild" outside, she would rather curl up near me at night, and just purr.
Gabby had a few litters of kittens, of which I kept them all. Some have died over the years, two boys from radiator fluid poisoning, one wandered away, one was probably stolen because she was a calico beauty. I have a few more of her children and grandchildren still around, Marian, Lady Grey, Sandy, and Spot who still lives at my Mom's home. Spot is smart, as he won't come to me so I can take him over here. He's also good at catching mice and has been surviving pretty well. I may just let him stay there, if the new owners are willing to have a good mouser hang around the house. Or maybe the neighbor might "keep" him.
I guess I should write Gay Linn and let her know about Gabby.
We are burying her in our backyard under a shady tree. I need to find a marker for the spot, and then find something to remember her there.
I will miss you Gabby.
I got Gabby (short for Gabrielle) from a friend, Gay Linn Kirkpatrick, who many people know as Queen Elizabeth at Southern Faire. She already had two other cats, and her husband James (they are now divorced) wouldn't allow her to keep this pretty kitten that she received as a birthday gift from another friend of hers, so she gave Gabby to me to take care of.
I loved playing with her. She was so fiesty, and we could play without her ever really biting me or using her claws. She used to sleep with me in bed, curled up around my head or feet. I hated to have to keep her outside after the big flea issue two years ago, because while she enjoyed playing in the "wild" outside, she would rather curl up near me at night, and just purr.
Gabby had a few litters of kittens, of which I kept them all. Some have died over the years, two boys from radiator fluid poisoning, one wandered away, one was probably stolen because she was a calico beauty. I have a few more of her children and grandchildren still around, Marian, Lady Grey, Sandy, and Spot who still lives at my Mom's home. Spot is smart, as he won't come to me so I can take him over here. He's also good at catching mice and has been surviving pretty well. I may just let him stay there, if the new owners are willing to have a good mouser hang around the house. Or maybe the neighbor might "keep" him.
I guess I should write Gay Linn and let her know about Gabby.
We are burying her in our backyard under a shady tree. I need to find a marker for the spot, and then find something to remember her there.
I will miss you Gabby.