Five Years Without Pixie

Hallo, Effurryone!

Caspurr here - speaking for all of Us. Tomorrow is one of our Sad Days, because it is the fifth anni-furrsary of the Departure of Princess PixieCato to the Rainbow Bridge. I have been chosen to write today's post, because Pixie was a Tigger-Tabby, like myself.

As always, on these Sad Days, We snuggle up with Mummy, and We look at pictures of beautiful Angel Pixie, and Mummy tells Us stories about her.

Mummy always finds it hard to choose which of the pictures She loves best - there are so many. But most of them are from Pixie's later years, after Mummy got her digital flashy box. Still, there are a few that Mummy took, with her "antique" camera, when Pixie was furry little. She scanned them and uploaded them to the Computer Machine.

This one, for instance:

That makes Us laugh - We think Pixie's ears look like the ears of a Bat. She could have been Batgirl (mol).
Mind you, My own ears are purr-ty large and I expect when I was a little, bitsy kitten, I must have looked a bit like a bat-cat myself.

Mummy said it's good to laugh. That way, We smile when We remember Pixie.

And here is Pixie when she was still quite a young kitty, watching TV, which she also enjoyed furry much.

Now here is Pixie after she and Possum and Mummy moved to their last flat, watching Mummy working at her desk and reminding her that She should get some exercise. Pixie was furry fond of exercise. She knew how impawtant it was. She could watch Humans doing it for hours at a stretch (mol).

In later years, Pixie became a furry majestic feline. Here is one of her Official Royal Portraits:





Of course, she wasn't always so serious. Here she is at Purim (though We aren't sure if she was any fonder than We are of being dressed up in silly hats):

This is one of Our Favourites. It shows Pixie engaged in something which is one of Our Favourite Activities also - snoozing! This was one of Pixie's favourite snoozing purr-sitions.





Here's another one of Pixie snoozing:

And here, she has just been woken up by Mummy and her  Flashy Box (yes, kitties! Pixie, too, was plagued by the Paparazzi. It's part of the Downside of Notoriety Fame).

Mummy has pictures of Pixie in her final days, but She doesn't want to remember her like that. Mummy prefers to remember Pixie in her prime, when she was fit and healthy and romping with her brofur, Possum. That's why this is her favourite picture of the two of them, which Mummy used also as the banner for her own blog:

We hope these pictures will bring back sweet memories of her to those of you who knew her, as well as show those of you who never had the purr-vilege of meeting her, what a Tough Act We have to follow.