The following cartoon portrays a true story involving Little Girl, my first Himalayan and a mouse. Luckily I had my camera handy and was able to take pictures.
One early morning, I noticed her sitting motionless by an old heating grate in the hallway.
"Little Girl, what are you doing?" I asked her and walked over to check it out.
Apparently, she had chased and trapped a mouse in there!
The grate is just a metal box with bars over the top, no longer in use, no wiring attached. As the whole unit lifts easily out of the floor, my husband was able to take the whole box outside (um, yes, while wearing just his boxer shorts) and set the poor mouse free.
This temporarily left a hole in the floor, with only a layer of insulation between the floorboards and an approximately 10-foot drop onto the concrete floor of the basement below. Both of us neglected to consider that Little Girl, likely thinking the insulation layer was solid and still intently focused on her mouse, would go
into that hole.
And drop ten feet onto hard concrete.
Poor baby! She was okay, only slightly chipped one of her front teeth. It was pretty scary, tho and I felt
so bad for her!
Here's the story, in cartoon form.
Per usual, there are errors here also: note in the "Help falling!" pic, I drew her front feet BACKWARDS! She should have her little pads showing, not her claws. This can be easily fixed with a little cutting and pasting, but somehow, I can't bring myself to change it.
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You know, I hadn't realized until today that after Little Girl died, and then
Smoosh only four months afterward, I completely stopped drawing these kitty cartoons. Those deaths were so incredibly painful, that I couldn't even deal with deciding what to do with the sweaters I was wearing at the veterinary hospital when they died. It was only this summer that I was able to go through this big box of stuff I'd packed away that reminded me of them and sort it out. I was finally able to wash those sweaters and begin wearing them again.
That 30- second Praline sketch I did a few posts down is the first kitty cartoon I've drawn in over two years.
I still say I am no artist. You'll note the above cartoon is very rough and drawn on printer paper, for crying out loud. Still, I enjoy drawing these -- and had forgotten how much I enjoy making them until this week when I began posting them here.
So I thank all my kitty friends and their humans for introducing me to the Kitty Blogosphere and renewing my interest in drawing again. I spent yesterday doing sketches of
flatfaced kitties, trying to figure out how to capture that "grumpy" look but without making them look
too grumpy -- not easy. I'm happy to say I may have found the right combination of grump and cute.
Hopefully I'll have some time to start working on some new cartoons soon!
Anna: such a snuggly little baby! 
"You still like mah fat?"
This is Miss Anna, playing with a new dog toy bone a friend gave Carter. It took Carter a few weeks to "find" this toy and learn how much fun it is to chew on -- Anna, however, took to it right away.
Kim: Anna, you be careful. You're getting a little too worked up with that pony-tail holder!
Kim: Anna! Watch out! You're close to the edge of the window!
Kim: Anna! You're going to fall!
Kim: See??? What did I tell you?
Zuzu: I is QUEEN!
Zuzu
Anna
Both! (I've labeled the picture to help you find them!)
Zuzu: I put this gift in the living room Christmas Eve. I found it in our bedroom on Christmas morning. Apparently one of the girls dragged it all the way back there!
Zuzu: "These Mia's toys? But where MAH toys???"
Anna with Rudolph characters
Anna with tent Mia received for Christmas.
TWO! (Zu in box, Anna outside.)
Baby Zu -- I forgot about this picture.
But no -- she was only playing with Christmas paper!
This happens nearly every morning -- Anna plops herself directly in front of the computer screen and grooms herself while I'm trying to type. Every so often, she'll catch sight of the mouse arrow. When this happens, I have to completely give up trying to get anything done as then she'll put her whole fat little body in front of the screen and will try to "catch" the mouse. (It's no use putting her on the floor. She merely jumps right back up on the desk again. Forget closing the door -- she'll sit outside the door meowing and scratching until I let her back in.)
Why is it again exactly that you guys can't snuggle with me in my bed?
Angels, kitty angels in heaven. They look down on Little Girl throughout the week as she is so sick. Recall, angels make Himmies and miss them when they send them to earth. They worry that humans might not take perfect care of their little fluffy masterpieces! The angels are relieved and happy she is coming back to them.
The angels pause. They see me sitting with her, missing her already, remembering all the things she did, like hugging my FEET and playing with her toys.
The angel kitties beg the angels not to take her yet. They beg them to "touch her," heal her so she can stay on earth.
An too, here:
And too also, here:
That plushy stuffy Himlayankins Thing is in this picture too! By mah butt, see?! He don't bother me here tho.
Kim: Ohhhhhhhhhh.
"Little Girl, what are you doing?" I asked her and walked over to check it out.
The grate is just a metal box with bars over the top, no longer in use, no wiring attached. As the whole unit lifts easily out of the floor, my husband was able to take the whole box outside (um, yes, while wearing just his boxer shorts) and set the poor mouse free.
Photos courtesy of Suzette Garey
And Grandma, Kimpaw's Maya of Kasiakatz or "Maya:"
Photos courtesy of Cathy Best
At 16 weeks
Photos courtesy of Suzette Garey
And Grandma, Indian Summer of Cozycreek or "Piper:"
Photos courtesy of Suzette Garey
