a month without Wednesday

Today I am sad because a month ago my friend Wednesday went to the bridge. I’m trying to not be sad, but to be thankful. She didn’t like me when I first got here, but she became my friend and play buddy. I am thankful for the year and a half that we got to play together. This is a picture of us when I was about five months old; since I was much smaller she took it easy on me.

Later,

Ash

Jumping and Bouncing

I was wondering, how old do you have to be to qualify as a mancat? I will be 2 in July, and they say I am grown, but I am still small compared to most mancats I have seen. Does anyone know what the official age is?

I practiced my jumps today. The staff has lots of string and they tie different toys to it to dangle for me. They get us cute toys, and teasers, but I am happier with strings and feet, and boxes. I love jump practice though, it helps me improve my bouncing. I like to jump up and bounce off of people; it’s kind of like what Tigger does, but not exactly.

After all the jumping I thought my string and I might take a trip through the USPS,but Mamma said it wasn’t for cats, but I could have the box.

Later,
Ash
I know it isn’t my blog day, but I wanted to post a picture and remember Pinkilet today. He was my son born on April 13,2000, and he went to the bridge on March 17, 2006. He is still missed and loved, and was a very good kitty. Pinkilet used to make the staff laugh a lot because he would do un-cat like things. He used to play fetch; he let them dress him in bibs, and baby clothes, and loved prancing around in them. He was a lot like a woofie, but was still all feline. In the time he was here with us, he gave us all lots of laugh, love and purrs. Thank you Ash for letting me butt in on your blog day.

Pinky