Blanche was my Boss/Landlord/Friend's
17-year-old cat. She passed away back in
the Summer. She was a good ol' Girl and
a real gentle sweetheart who talked &
talked & talked all day long (she never
stopped meowing, ever). She also
happened to be the Queen of the
Empire, a sovereign plot of land
here on Ocracoke ruled by the
British...
Queen Blanche was also the Mortal Enemy
of Spunko, the Cat who adopted me. Now,
it's a funny thing about enemies, but~
much as we detest them while they
are here~ we miss them when
they are gone. Spunky actually
went through a several month
depression~! Well, now she
is freaking out because a
family of FOUR FERAL
CATS have encroached
upon the Empire, and
it's all she can do to
chase them away
on a daily basis~!
Man, do we miss Blanche~!
Spunky stares out the window @ Blanche~!
Master is on Vacation...
Aww, that is so sweet. What a nice plaque! I love the picture where they are having a stare down!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute. She seems like a good soul, well remembered.
ReplyDeletePs: Sounds like Spunko needs some help. I wish I could send in the Marines -er, Bad Jerome. He would help her sort things out in short order.
ReplyDeleteregarding Spunko and Blanche's animosity, I think we are defined by our enemies as much as by our friends. When we lose either we are made less.
Thanx Jacque ;~j
ReplyDeleteYeah, Mykal~ Spunky could use the help but she would only deem Bad Jerome another enemy :~(
She ran into a trap the other day~ right in the middle of a cluster of cats~ then scared the crap out of her assailants and sauntered up to me with such pride (and a fluttering tail) I about cried like a proud Pappa~!