My beloved pet cat The Honey aka Helene Tricoleur de la Mer died in my arms on July 30, 2013. She suddenly came down with a severe respiratory infection and distress the previous day, and the cost of further specialized treatment of a possible heart condition was beyond my means. |
She was born circa 1998, found as a stray on the street in 2002, and adopted by me, accompanied by my dear friend Tracy, who named her, from the Anti-Cruelty Society of Chicago, in September 2002.
During her eleven years with me, she showed an abundance of love and remarkable intelligence. For example, she crawled into one of her usual hiding places (my bedroom closet) hours before the great Chicago monsoon that occurred in August 2007. I always used to say the weather forecasters should consult her as a barometer.
Some of her favorite activities included having her belly rubbed, being brushed with the metal comb to nearly orgasmic levels, playing with string and twine, and trying to hunt down the light emanating from the laser pointer.
She also enjoyed grabbing and biting "human" kinky objects such as riding crops, as well as lounging on leather jackets, luggage, soft blankets, and plush throw rugs.
She is survived in her household by me, Scott G, aka "Madam Bubby" (the late Barry), and Scott's roommate, Dan G.
Cremation arrangements and the making of a clay paws memorial have been coordinated by Near North Animal Hospital.
A heartfelt thanks to the multitude of beautiful notes and sympathy cards I have received since putting up The Honey's residency page. Blessings to you all!