Mummy has the Sads today, because it is exactly three years since Precious Pixie flew away to the Bridge.
Mummy likes to commemorate her beloved furbabies on their yahrzeit (although, strictly speaking, the commemoration should be on the Hebrew date, and it would have fallen last Friday, the third day of Hanukkah. It was a Friday the day Pixie flew away too, the third day of Hanukkah...)
Mummy says it's furry impawtant that We Three should know about the wonderful kitties who came before Us, so We can uphold their Legacy.
We do this by looking at pictures of the Departed Kitties and listening to Mummy telling Us stories about Them.
This is Pixie when She was a furry little kitty:
As She grew up, She became a Most Noble Feline.
See what an aristocratic profile She had:
Of course, even though She was always Elegant and Ladylike, She still loved to run about and play, but She was generally a quiet, well-behaved Pussycat. She even used to let Mummy dress Her up for Purim.
And She hated it when Mummy went out. She used to look so wistful that Mummy often wondered if She shouldn't stay home with her furbabies. But in those days, Mummy had to go to work effurry day...
When that happened, Pixie used to curl up and go to sleep in
Mummy's Her Bed, until Mummy came home. Here, you can see Possum as well. It's not clear whether He was watching over Pixie here, or waiting to pounce on Her...
Now Pixie is an Angel, playing with Possum and all her other Fur-riends who have gone before, waiting for Mummy at the Bridge, and watching over all of Us:
She must miss Mummy, furry much - as much as Mummy misses Her - but She is in the Care of the Great Cat in the Sky now, who will keep Her safe until it is time for Her and Mummy to meet again.