Our last sad time for 2007, our precious Feline Leukemia cat, Tia Dalma, went to the bridge on December 13, 2007 due to a very fast growing tumor in her sinuses. Nothing stopped it, nothing slowed it down. She was loved by all who met her.

Haiku Written by Cats
The food in my bowl is old,
and more to the point
contains no tuna.
There's no dignity
in being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.
Tiny can, dumped in
a plastic bowl.
Presentation: one star;
Service: none.
Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow is taken.
Your mouth is moving;
up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
Cats can't steal the breath
of children. But if my tail's
pulled again, I'm going to learn how.
I don't mind being
teased, any more than you mind
a skin graft or two.
So you call this thing
your "cat carrier." I call
these my "blades of death."
Toy mice, dancing yarn,
meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.
Thoughts and dreams and wishes carried over from Mid-Century to present day.