in the previous post . . . I am not still lost in a snow drift. Snowed under by life, may-be, but summer has arrived with greenery, a few flowers and lots of chickadees. Holidays happened too . . . then all of a sudden they happened again! Man, this is hard on bodies that used to take a vacation once every 5 years or so!

White Whiskers on Shadow

We had to say good-bye to a very special kitty earlier this month. PatPat had a stroke. This wonderful cat picked me at the SPCA in Kamloops. He totally ignored my mother-in-love who was there to pick out a cat and followed me around pat-patting me on the leg. He purred in my face and told me he knew me from somewhere and that he would make me a good kitty.

From abstainer to . . . .

He was a wonderful friend who would beat me up the stairs at the mention of *nap time*. When he came home with us he was horrified so see Wascol nonchalantly sauntering across tables and counters, but soon he was in as much mischief as the King of Mischief himself. PatPat (aka WhackWhack when dinner was delayed!) was so interested in every thing that was happening around him. He loved a gold fish screen saver I had and would spend hours watching that big fat fish.

Much to the Rotties surprise they would often find PatPat between themselves and Wascol, if PatPat thought that Wascol was being unfairly pursued (which meant anytime the poor dogs looked at Wascol!). The Rott’s had a healthy respect for him after a *thonk* or two on the nose. For a declawed kitty he had a mean left hook!

We all miss him. Little Bit still goes around the house looking for him when she comes home. She likes to know where her *pack* is at all times. It doesn’t get any easier, this saying good-bye, but I wouldn’t have missed all the love and entertainment PatPat gave us. I’m so honoured he chose us for his *forever home*.