Meow! It’s Stripey. I’m an angel now and am writing this post from Rainbow Bridge. Yes, it really does exist. There are so many pets up here, and they all miss their special people, like I miss Debbie and her family. I even miss those crazy cats, Harry and Hermione. However, I’ve been reunited with my old pal, Oliver. That’s a great thing. It makes me feel less lonely up here.

Even though I miss my earthly family, I still look down upon them. I know they miss me, and I wish I could tell them I’m doing fine. Besides being with Oliver again, I’m young and healthy. My cancer is gone, and I feel like a kitten again.

I had a great life with the De Louise family. I loved my cat tunnel, catnip toys, and the laser light that my buddy, Harry still enjoys playing with.

Here’s a video of me playing with my favorite toy.

I loved to sit on top of my dad’s printer in his office and also on his laptop. I even typed on it once.

I was a pirate cat for Meow Like a Pirate Day, and Debbie gave me a catnip heart one Valentine’s Day.

I had great holidays. Here’s a video of me opening the cat advent calendar Debbie got me, Harry, and Hermione. It brings back happy memories.

I also helped Debbie promote her books, Cloudy Rainbow and Reason to Die and was named after one of the cats in her second Buttercup Bend cozy mystery, The Case of the Parrot Loving Professor, that she dedicated in my memory.

It’s that darn cancer that got me. Debbie has my ashes in a pretty box and a painting her daughter’s friend did of me.

Debbie also wrote a poem about me a year before I arrived at Rainbow Bridge that was published in her cat poetry collection, Meows and Purrs.

RIGHT CAT AT THE WRONG TIME

He was given to us
after we lost our boy
to mend our hearts
and bring some joy.

It didn’t turn out the way
we expected.
I got sick, couldn’t breathe.
The doctors thought
I was infected.

I spent a week in the hospital.
The final diagnosis was that I had asthma,
couldn’t keep a cat.

I’d had cats all my life
without a problem.
They told me it happens.
They were sorry.

I found a temporary home
for my new kitten, Stripey
until I was better
and could care for him.

Because of that
we didn’t bond or get close
It was hard for the cat,
but it wasn’t my choice.

It took some time
before Stripey could come into my room
or sleep on my bed.
He got attached to my husband instead.

I didn’t mind
but still felt bad.
It wasn’t his fault or mine
that he was the right cat at the wrong time.

Stripey is currently 13 years old.
He’s seen another come and go.
He now lives with two others
a sister and a brother.
I’m so glad they’re together.
I love them all so.

I know I’ll see all my kitty friends and my human family on Rainbow Bridge. Until then, love you all. Hugs and Meows, Stripey.