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Michele's Cats

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My cat family consists of one live one and the memories of four who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge.. Click on the pictures or name to see a larger image of the cats.

Casper was my senior citizen. He was a pure white American short-hair with ice blue eyes and came into my home in January of 1992. He passed away on April 21, 1998 from kidney failure.  He would have been 16 on June 15, 1998.  He was the sweetest natured cat and redefined the word "mellow".  He is missed.

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Merlin was my big boy.  He went from a tiny kitten to 17 1/2 pounds of taking up half of the bed.  He lived to be fifteen years old but he still huddled next to me when he got scared which was often especially during thunder storms.  He got to meet Danny John-Jules who played "Cat" on Red Dwarf.  Click on the picture on the left to see a photo of that encounter. He passed away on April 10, 2013 and is sorely missed.

Pixie is our newest cat. I came downstairs one morning and there she was. It turned out she had suckered my Mom into letting her stay inside. Mother had been feeding a mother cat and her four kittens outside and Pixie decided that inside looked more fun. She was the bravest of all the kittens. Pixie has rapidly become the Queen of the House. She had Mom wrapped around her little paw. In personality she is very much like Sasha.


Sasha (Sashiko D'Artagnan) was my little si-aby-tabby. He was a Siamese, Abyssinian, and Tabby mix. He was black and silver with sea-foam green eyes. He was my little Ninja and you needed to watch out for sneak attacks. He was the inspiration for the poem Ninja Kitty which I've included in my poetry section. When he wanted to be held he would literally jump into your arms. He loved people and loved to bonk noses with them. A vastly curious cat, he was into everything and talked all the time. He was born on August 13, 1988 (a Friday) and passed away on December 12, 2001. He is sorely missed.

My ghost cat is named Zonker. In life, he was a huge red orange tabby with amber eyes. He passed away in 1989 at the age of 17. Unfortunately no one told him about it. I have seen him and felt him rub up against me several times. A couple of year's ago I was resting while trying to get rid of the flu when there was a tremendous jolt on the bed.  I saw Zonker sitting on the edge of the bed and he looked like he was made out of gray clouds.  I could still recognize him and once he had my attention he just faded away.  Unlike the Cheshire Cat he didn't leave a grin.


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