Animals always have been a very important part of my life. I have loved them from a VERY early age, as you can see here. This is me with my grandmother’s cat.
There are not a lot of pictures of me as a child, but the few that exist often include animals.
Me at age 11 with my granddad’s dog, Kim..
And me again with YoYo, one of many of my grandparents’ cats also when I was around age 11…
Seeing a trend yet?? lol
This page is devoted to Eric’s and my family- our beautiful pets! It has been an honor being a part of the lives of all of these wonderful creatures, and I thank God for that honor. Some of the babies below have passed on.. this page is also a tribute to them.
Meet Magic. We met on October 30, 1990 and he has had my heart ever since. This very special guy was so intelligent and loving, a wonderful daddy to all the others in our home. Also a ham for the camera, as you can see. He is also my first miracle kitty. September 24, 2003, on our 5th wedding anniversary, I was told by the vet that he wouldn’t live more than 12-18 months at most, because of having cardio myopothy (a condition where the heart muscle is overly thick, and one chamber of his heart was also much larger than the others). He lived for over three more years, while taking less medication. Truly an answer to my prayers! On January 21, 2007, Magic passed away quietly in my arms. Our little family will never be the same. He is truly missed, and always will be!
This beauty is Spitfire, Magic’s lady for 11 years. He first saw her wandering outside of my first apartment, and every time he saw her, he got so excited, meowing happily to lure her to him. It was obvious he was in love, so naturally I had to adopt her. Little did I know at the time that she was pregnant. We had Spitfire from March 3, 1991 until her death on August 11, 2002. She was an absolute joy to have around, and she certainly helped keep everyone in line. She earned her name well. She was also the only animal that Magic was afraid of, and with good reason. I recently learned that Sparky Spitfire was a cat in Irish folklore. She was the queen of the cats, ruling with her husband the king of the cats, Irusan. I have yet to find a description of what she looked like, but I would bet she looked a lot like my Spitfire…
This handsome fellow is Bob, the first born of Spitfire’s children born on April 24, 1991, 3 days after my 20th birthday. What a wonderful gift! Always a lover, Bob was the first to demand attention from any visitors. He also enjoyed playing fetch with a tiny jingle bell. His death on December 14, 2003 left a large absence in our home and hearts.
This handsome little man is Bear, Spitfire’s second son. Unfortunately, he was not with me long, but he was as sweet as they come. Gentle and loving, but silly too. He loved napping with his big sister, Fluffy. I named him after Fozzy Bear of the Muppets fame, because as a baby, when nursing, he wiggled his ears just like Fozzy Bear.
This tired little lady is Fluffy, Bob’s and Bear’s sister. Always a little princess, Fluffy always gave plenty of love in her prim way. The night before she passed away on February 13, 2004, I believe she knew her time was at hand.. as sick as she was, she curled up onto my lap. As I held her, she cuddled closer than she ever had before, as if she was saying goodbye. This sweet, adorable little lady is greatly missed.
And finally, this is the last of Spitfire’s children, Sneezer. I named her such because as a kitten, she frequently made herself sneeze by rubbing her nose along Mama’s tummy fur after nursing. Sneezer was a spunky, intelligent, vocal and very affectionate lady, who took over her mother’s role as queen of this castle after her passing. I occasionally called her Spitfire, jr. because of her personality being so much like her mama’s. Sneezer passed on August 8, 2009 from lung cancer at age 18. She is greatly missed.
This sweet little guy is Bubba. I was blessed to have him in my life from August 21, 1992- December 11, 2001 when he passed away from emphysema and FIV. He was just a tiny little thing when I got him, only about four weeks old. Bubba was undoubtedly the gentlest, sweetest kitty I have ever known, and he has a very special place in my heart. He will always be Mommy’s little freebird.
This pretty lady is Poo Kitty. We adopted her on August 31, 1995, and this picture was taken shortly after that day. Isn’t she the cutest thing? Poo grew into a big, beautiful, gentle, loving Maine Coon mix, who loved to give kisses when asked, especially to her daddy, who was undoubtedly the love of her life. She also could turn anyone who wasn’t fond of cats into a cat person with her gentle, sweet ways. Poo passed away suddenly from what appeared to be heart problems stemming from a thyroid condition on August 11, 2010. We miss our furry little girl, but are somewhat comforted knowing she’s with her best buddy, Sugar, once again..
And this beauty is Delta Custom, named after my car under which she was found by my husband late one night. She was a very young little feral gal at the time, and with only 3 legs, we didn’t have the heart to leave her to exist in the wild. September 29, 1997 was the day we finally got this wild kitty into our home with the help of a very nice neighbor boy. She made herself quite at home with us, and was always an absolute angel. She also had a weakness for whipped cream and cheddar cheese. She has been known to dance around the refrigerator when whipped cream is out. Her passing on December 22, 2006 left a large absence in our lives only our little whipped cream fiend could fill…
Here is Kaboodle’s daughter #1, Spanky. She was fun-loving, intelligent and very playful. Spanky never really asked for attention, rather making it seem as if she is doing you a favor by allowing you to pet her. But, she was sweet as she can be, and always a lot of fun. Very curious and adventurous. When we moved into our home, she was the first to explore every single nook and cranny. She was a bit odd though, but that’s typical of calicos, tortoiseshell cats and tabicos (tabby/calico). She passed away from renal failure on October 7, 2010, leaving us without our goofy, beautiful little tabico.
Here is one of Spanky’s little sisters, Weeble, named for her fondness of sitting in this position as a kitten (anyone else remember the Weeble Wobbles??). Weeble was a gentle, sweet, motherly, and mischievous little lady. Always looking for someone to love or play with, she is also the first to offer love if either my husband or I were feeling sick or upset. Weeble passed away suddenly at age 16 on May 2, 2016. We miss her cute ways and cranky sounding meow every single day.
And this is Pretty Boy, Georgie’s brother. Gorgeous kitty or what? He loved laying by the fireplace during winter months, lounging on the enclosed porch and snuggling. He was extremely affectionate and gentle. An absolute treasure. He was diagnosed with diabetes in 2011 and liver carcinoma on October 17, 2013. On February 9, 2015, he went to the vet’s for his annual check up. I was told that not only did it look like he was in the very early stages of diabetic remission, but also there was no sign of the liver carcinoma! In fact, the vet’s exact words that he said twice were “His blood work is perfect.” Pretty Boy received a miracle! Sadly, we lost him suddenly on August 11, 2016 to an unknown cause, and he is greatly missed by everyone who knew him.
This handsome guy is Vincent. He was my Granddad’s cat, and my cousin adopted him after his passing in 2003. October 25, 2008, she asked us to watch him for a while while she moved, then later decided to give him to us. We couldn’t have asked for a better gift! He was a wonderful guy- funny, intelligent, devoted, extremely independent and a true Southern gentleman who loved to kiss ladies’ hands upon meeting them. His personality reminded me of Granddad so much that we used to call him Granddad sometimes just for that reason. Vincent passed away suddenly on December 21, 2010, and is greatly missed.
Four days after losing Georgie, my aunt passed away after a long fight with cancer. Her daughter, my cousin, was having a terrible time in the days before my aunt died, knowing she was losing her mother and best friend. Since she’s an avid cat lover (like all Baileys, I think), I offered to help find her a kitty. The friend who gave me Valentine, Zippy and Sabrina had a friend whose neighbor had this little guy I named Punkin up for adoption. I talked to her, and she dropped him off at my home three days before my aunt’s memorial service. The plan was to drop him off at my cousin’s home, then go to the service. Instead, I woke up ill that morning and couldn’t go. Shortly after, my cousin ended up out of work, so I figured there was no rush in taking Punkin to her just yet. However, I was falling in love with the little guy, and he had long since adopted us. Thankfully, my cousin understood the situation, and we are very happy that Punkin entered our lives on April 23, 2014. He is a wildly playful little guy, very creative, unique, vocal and snuggly. Zippy has adopted the role of his protective big brother, and Sabrina as a (mostly) tolerant big sister. I also have learned that Punkin has Feline PTSD. I actually have seen him have flashbacks! I realized what it was because he suddenly looked like I’ve felt after having a flashback. Apparently the disorder was brought about by a dog, because when the first flashback happened, he attacked Dixie. He immediately realized attacking her was wrong, and was very sorry. I read up on it, and learned a little about F-PTSD. I told Punkin I understood what was happening, and he seemed so grateful someone understood. Since I have Complex PTSD, we understand each other all too well, and can help each other during rough times. He also is blind in his right eye, but doesn’t let it slow him down.
And this little dilute tortie diva is Minnie Rose. The granddaughter of one of our neighbors adopted her as a kitten, then needed to re-home her shortly after, before bringing home her premature baby from the hospital. The neighbor thought of us, and am I glad he did. She is very affectionate and loving, always waiting to give head bonks, purrs, kisses and love nibbles. She also demands having her picture taken when she sees my camera, and poses for the camera. She’s funny too – she chose the name. Her name had been Baby, but she didn’t respond to it. Her first few days were spend hiding in my bedroom closet, so I didn’t have much chance to get to know her at first. As I did though, she struck me as a Minnie. She wasn’t impressed. On a whim, I called her Minnie Rose, my great grandmom’s name. Her entire demeanor immediately changed – she obviously loved the name. I’m glad too, as I also love the name. She is a typical tortoiseshell in that she is very affectionate, chatty, silly and strange.
This handsome fellow is Fergus, named after a king from Irish folklore. Isn’t his tail just magical?! A few days after losing Pretty Boy, a dear friend texted me. She had a friend who had rescued a litter of four, four week old kittens. She immediately thought I might be able to help them, but was hesitant to ask because of our recent loss. My husband and I decided to adopt two of the babies, and I am ever glad we did! On August 22, 2016, we brought home Fergus here and his lovely sister, Grace. Unfortunately, Fergus’ life was not a long one. He died very unexpectedly on June 24, 2020 from I believe a stroke at just under four years old. He appeared healthy, and in fact the morning before he died, spent a good part of it chasing a laser pointer and having zoomies in the hallway. Fergus was an incredibly passionate, sweet and special guy who lived every moment of his short life to the fullest. He is very missed, and always will be, but we are still grateful for having him for as long as we did.
And, here is Grace O’Malley, named after a fierce Irish pirate queen. Both Grace and Fergus are extremely feisty, independent, fun and loving kitties. They are full of adventure and fear nothing. Grace was born with a slight defect in her right arm, but she doesn’t let it slow her down at all. It may cause her to limp some but she can run and wrestle with her brother like any other kitty.
This lovely lady is Molly Eileen, also affectionately known sometimes as My Lil Molly Bean, Lil Sister and sometimes Dirty Harriet. My parents adopted her just before Thanksgiving, 2009. Much to my surprise, both asked me to take her in if anything happened to them. I said fine without even asking my husband, because I figured they would change their minds. Well, apparently they never did. My father died in 2017, my mother almost exactly 18 months later, and that is when Molly became mine. This poor girl was quite traumatized by my mother’s death, and didn’t trust me at first. With time, patience, catnip and canned food, I earned her trust and was able to bring her into my home on May 16, 2019. She hid for about a month among some car parts before she realized it wasn’t such a bad place. She also decided at that time to take on the role of my enforcer. If I scold any of the cats, she will smack them immediately which is why my friend nicknamed her Dirty Harriet. Molly is incredibly smart, opinionated, sweet and loving. She has become very protective and motherly with me. She loves catnip, kisses and being combed. She’s also oddly human, probably because of being an only cat for her entire life before I got her. So much so that my husband often refers to her as my little sister in a cat suit.