Most people think they can never have another cat or will never love
another cat when they lose one... I learned from Pierre and my new
cat that this is simply not true.

My first cat Pierre, (thus my screen name Pierrekeet, a nickname my
brother gave him among many) passed away after a 5 year battle with
renal failure, he was 20 years old!!!Almost 21, I could have taken
him for his first legal saucer of cream!!! He was MY LIFE!!!! He
taught me alot!!! How to be tolerant of cats for one. My family
really didn't like cats, and we had a dog. She found Pierre and his
sister under our porch one day and she barked at her new toys
INCESSANTLY!!!! We found a home for his sister but I gave up after
she went... we all got attached even grouchy grandpa liked him (we
would make him go for car rides for weekly visits to my
grandparents). His personality was so UN-catlike and he just had the
funniest disposition. By the time he was 15 years old I realized I
hadn't gone on vacation but with his renal failure diagnosis I
refused to let ANYONE care for him during my absence. So I went 10
years and as his health deteriorated, I would tell my boss when he
gets his wings to be the angel in heaven as he was to me on earth, I
will go to Las Vegas and cry and get drunk for 2 weeks....
STRAIGHT!!!! (it didnt really happen that way) I had one of those
calendars where you pull the page each day and its a different cat...
there was a siamese on the day he died. Almost 2 years later, a
neighbor asked me if I could watch her cats while she went on
vacation. Of course I agreed, then she admitted that she knew I was
considering allowing another cat to live with me, she told me that
Tramp (a siamese) needed a home, her cat and the siamese didn't
really get along. So I brought Tramp upstairs by me and checked in
on the other cat and to this day Tramp ALINE (I had to feminise her
name since I did not think it would be right to change it).
I think it was Pierre's way of telling me to help out another cat as
we helped him.
I used to love listening to Pierre purr... well Tramp Aline purrs for
me ALL the time. she tries to be funny and her cat antics arent as
dramatic as Pierre.. but I know I did not betray him by allowing
another cat in my life. but I still miss "my little feist" as much as
I miss the human family members that I have lost.
Its all about the cats!!!! :) meow!