Pooh, Pooter, Pooh of the Jungle - - all the names of my precious baby boy. You were from the original trio and the one who stayed with mom the longest.|
Mom is happy that she was there to save your from drowing when you were just six weeks old. Your parents were both chocolate point Siamese, but you were all chocolate so the mean man tried to get rid of you. He tossed both you and your sister in a paper bag into the lake. Your sister did not make it, but you did. You were so tiny. You looked like one of Ti's spots when you laid by him. Ti and I saved you for you were meant for a long and happy life - which you had for almost 20 years.
You loved the sunbeams, catnip and laps. Talking was an art and you could jump higher in one single leap than any cat I know. I think you learned the high jump from Ti. When he wanted to get away from you he would jump from the floor to the top of an open door and lay on that narrow space. When you wanted to get away you would jump to the top of the fridge or bookcase. When we were living in Dallas you learned you could jump from the ground to the top of the 14' fence then walk along and jump to the top of the house next door and cross the neighborhood via rooftop.
You loved to lay down on the floor and be petted and brushed. Over and over you would roll just to make sure I brushed every spot there was! You must have sent me Padraig because he is the same way. And he's got his grandma well trained to do so just like you did.
You taught Maxie to cackle, just like Ti taught you, and how to snuggle. Angus was your buddy and Diarmid your lap partner. You would sit and clean Maxie for hours and she just loved it. Angus went anywhere you went, and later so did Diarmid.
You passed quietly in my lap at over 19-1/2 years of a happy & healthy life. The trip to the vet to take you for cremation had Diarmid sitting in the back window watching over you laying on the blanket in the open box. When I took you in to Dr. Snavely Diarmid howled and cried at losing you. When we got home he walked in the house and let out the deepest sigh I had ever heard out of a dog at your loss. Maxie was even closer to him once you were gone, she missed you so. Michael & Padraig are closing in on 16 now. Your brother Michael is a talker like you and loves laps. He's also a peuky boy like you too - thanks for that one! Both Michael & Padraig are jumpers (especially on top of the highboy in the bedroom and the refridgerator) - you must have sent them both to keep me on my toes!
You have your Ti, Angus, Maxie, Diarmid and Alexander with you these days. I'm sure that along with cousins MacGregor and Merlin you are in your glory - the gang is all together again.
Alexander passed to the Bridge and is with you now. Michael & Padraig were ganging up on MacTavish - back to the days of you, Maxie and Diarmid! Now they all have Hamish, a little Westie with attitude and love for cats and MacTavish. Like you he formed an immediate bond with a cat, just like you did with Angus. Mom misses you very much oldest one - - you left this world in my company with Mom, Maxie and Diarmid at your side. Leap high little one.... and until me meet again.... love, Mom.