That Cat with the Squooshed-In Face....

She was a very dignified little lady -- carrying her 5 pounds so well -- and swishing that feather duster of a tail as she walked back and forth. She would cut you a look with those eyes as if to say "I'm sorry -- do I know you -- do I NEED to know you?"

She never sat at the edge of the room -- she preferred to be front and center. Even if she was napping, you were supposed to be watching and admiring.

That is why this picture of her made me chuckle -- how dignified can you be if you'll stick your little diva-like nose all the way into a bag looking for your present???



I am sorry to say that we have lost another one of our darling little friends. This year has been particularly tough on our pet population. Little Squoosh -- the purebred Persian who wanted you to know it -- lost her valiant fight with heart trouble and kidney failure this week. Once upon a time she was Bailey -- the kitten who was supposed to live with Andra until Andra found a man with an allergy (and she didn't trade HIM in??? Gasp!). So it was that Gammy C became both Grandma and Mommy to the sassiest little ball of white fur ever. Even during her summer shearings (to avoid tangles, hairballs and the like) Squooshy never lost her dignity.

Here she is in the midst of a very hectic Christmas celebration. Too tired to be bothered with it all. Yet insistent on plopping on the dining room table -- despite what she had been told.



Squooshy -- Gammy and Gampy will miss you like crazy. But we know you're up there playing with Coach and Satch and Rex. Well, maybe you're not lowering yourself to actually play. But you're sure to be sitting nearby. Up on a table. In the center of the room. Where you know everyone is watching the most beautiful girl they've ever seen....