Monday, May 07, 2007


My kitty died last night. Actually, it was Anais's cat - we got it for her in New Jersey when she fell in love with the kitty across the street, who was also named Pepper. I guess she thought all kitties should be named Pepper.

I remember we called her Fat Cat because she was so big. She had been sick for a little while. But at least she died surrounded by those she loved, Anais, Jack, and Lisanne. It's suprising how much a part of the family a pet can become. They will bury her out back next to the squirrels.

Sleep tight, Fat Cat. I'll miss you.


Blogger KAB said...

Poor Pepper - he was a good cat. Not nearly as fat as Wolfe was.

May 07, 2007 2:57 PM  
Blogger lalavoie said...

In the end he was nearly 17 lbs. He died in Anais's arms. Jack and I were a bit upset - Anais was very composed and comforted us. Go figure.

May 08, 2007 9:34 AM  
Blogger I'm just Anais said...

you know pepper was a boy right?? i think your doing his memory an injustice calling him a she.

May 09, 2007 12:09 AM  

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