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Saturday, October 28, 2006
Penthouse 54 is decorated for the season.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Riley first started showing up at Cheryl's house in Rhode Island about six years ago. We met him at one of our early sleepovers and he was friendly even then, walking over us while we slept and sniffing our faces.
Gina adopted him a few days before Christmas in 2000. I found the email she wrote to our group of friends right after he came to live with her and Linn, who were roommates at Mint Manor at the time:
Also, we now have a cat named Riley (no one else has told have they?) He
is a stray that was taken in by Cheryl and her family till Cheryl could
find a good home...We fell in love when we visited a couple of weeks
ago, but I was afraid to take him...I'm not allowed to have pets, he was
an oudoor cat (Not anymore!)...blah blah blah...but when Cheryl really
need him to find a home, I just had to take him! Linn, who is allergic
wanted him too...he is totally at home..the landlady met him today...she
fussed a little then let it go...
So that's what's up...
Happy Holidays everyone and I love you!
Gina
He came to us as an adult of indeterminate age, but spry as a kitten despite his large size. His favourite game was to hide behind the large, cylindrical cushions on the floor and pounce at anyone who passed by, or chase around the room with his favourite toy, a wooden stick with a bit of red Christmas ribbon tied to it.
When my cats, Rosie and Lily, died in 2002, he graduated to being the cat that I'd known longest and best. When we all moved in together last year, I had to leave my "new" cats, Inca and Maya, with my parents; Gina had Riley and Spike, and Cheryl had Simon, and that was already more cats than we were allowed to have. But I didn't want for the love of a cat, because Riley gave very freely of the love. He was the only cat in the household who came running when I called (not even Inca does that); he slept with me at night when I let him in (not often), and when the other cats crowded him out of St Francis of Assisi's's bed. He was also a Goils mascot, there through most of our adventures and during the period when our bond was growing strongest.
He was friends with a lot of people. He was the only cat Pena could stand; he adored Linn and loved to curl up in Cheryl's lap; my sister called him "Handsome Prince" and he even spent some quality time with my dad when given the chance. And, of course, his true love was his mistress. He was Gina's shadow and slept with her almost every night all those seven years.
He took a terrible turn the last few weeks, growing thin and weak, and had a large tunmor in his chest and enlarged kidneys. He was very uncomfortable, exhausted and disoriented, and the bravest, most generous decision was made. We were all there in the room with him and he knew it.
I miss you, my handsome boy. We'll love you forever.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:31 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:29 PM | shower me with attention
Gina adopted him a few days before Christmas in 2000. I found the email she wrote to our group of friends right after he came to live with her and Linn, who were roommates at Mint Manor at the time:
Also, we now have a cat named Riley (no one else has told have they?) He
is a stray that was taken in by Cheryl and her family till Cheryl could
find a good home...We fell in love when we visited a couple of weeks
ago, but I was afraid to take him...I'm not allowed to have pets, he was
an oudoor cat (Not anymore!)...blah blah blah...but when Cheryl really
need him to find a home, I just had to take him! Linn, who is allergic
wanted him too...he is totally at home..the landlady met him today...she
fussed a little then let it go...
So that's what's up...
Happy Holidays everyone and I love you!
Gina
He came to us as an adult of indeterminate age, but spry as a kitten despite his large size. His favourite game was to hide behind the large, cylindrical cushions on the floor and pounce at anyone who passed by, or chase around the room with his favourite toy, a wooden stick with a bit of red Christmas ribbon tied to it.
When my cats, Rosie and Lily, died in 2002, he graduated to being the cat that I'd known longest and best. When we all moved in together last year, I had to leave my "new" cats, Inca and Maya, with my parents; Gina had Riley and Spike, and Cheryl had Simon, and that was already more cats than we were allowed to have. But I didn't want for the love of a cat, because Riley gave very freely of the love. He was the only cat in the household who came running when I called (not even Inca does that); he slept with me at night when I let him in (not often), and when the other cats crowded him out of St Francis of Assisi's's bed. He was also a Goils mascot, there through most of our adventures and during the period when our bond was growing strongest.
He was friends with a lot of people. He was the only cat Pena could stand; he adored Linn and loved to curl up in Cheryl's lap; my sister called him "Handsome Prince" and he even spent some quality time with my dad when given the chance. And, of course, his true love was his mistress. He was Gina's shadow and slept with her almost every night all those seven years.
He took a terrible turn the last few weeks, growing thin and weak, and had a large tunmor in his chest and enlarged kidneys. He was very uncomfortable, exhausted and disoriented, and the bravest, most generous decision was made. We were all there in the room with him and he knew it.
I miss you, my handsome boy. We'll love you forever.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:31 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:29 PM | shower me with attention
We were sitting around watching Sense and Sensibility this morning when the fire alarm went off. We stuck our heads out to investigate but saw no activity, so I made my way to the first floor to see what was going on. There were a few neighbours milling around quizzically and we discovered smoke down a hallway on the first floor, coming from under the door of a first-floor apartment. There was also a big puddle outside the door.
Everyone congregated outside and the goils brought the cats down, and the turtle in a little mini-cooler. (He was not pleased.) I took pictures with my cameraphone to pass the time.
We still don't know what caused it, but no one was hurt so it was just an interesting diversion for an otherwise ordinary Sunday.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 PM | shower me with attention
Everyone congregated outside and the goils brought the cats down, and the turtle in a little mini-cooler. (He was not pleased.) I took pictures with my cameraphone to pass the time.
We still don't know what caused it, but no one was hurt so it was just an interesting diversion for an otherwise ordinary Sunday.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 PM | shower me with attention
Today Tante Joan and Mom and I went up to Hyde Park to have lunch at a shmancy French restaurant at the Culinary Institute. Then we went to Val-Kill, Eleanor Roosevelt's house. The foliage was gorgeous and when I get around to uploading pictures, I will. Brilliant colors this year.
Some terribly scary developments with Riley. I don't want to think about it and am trying my best not to until I absolutely have to (which will be on Monday when they do the tests) and then I will. I can't take it right now. So let's talk about the weather. It got very cold today. It was a very October day: cold, cold, blue and gold. I love Eleanor Roosevelt.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:48 AM | shower me with attention
Some terribly scary developments with Riley. I don't want to think about it and am trying my best not to until I absolutely have to (which will be on Monday when they do the tests) and then I will. I can't take it right now. So let's talk about the weather. It got very cold today. It was a very October day: cold, cold, blue and gold. I love Eleanor Roosevelt.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:48 AM | shower me with attention
