2 months old

I was ready. I was gonna put up a good fight. Yesterday Mom took me to that doctors office again. And she warned me that I would be getting more of those nasty shots. I wasn't going to take it laying down this time. I was gonna fight back. I was gonna punch that woman right in the nose.

But it didn't happen like that. The doctor came in and examined every part of me. Poked and squeezed. Shined bright lights in my eyes, ears and mouth.
Even had to press around on my cute little belly button.

So BIG! I weighed in at 10 pounds 8 ounces. Doc was full of all kinds of compliments. She sweet talked me and I let my guard down.
And I got my vaccinations. I am now protected from 6 different diseases. One was an oral elixir and the rest came in 2 different shots in my legs. And against all my best efforts, I took them laying down. And then I screamed!

And then I passed out for three hours.

And then Daddy came home and felt real sorry for me. We snuggled all night.

I've been doing so well in the growing department this month.

I don't understand why they put me through this torture.

It is SO tough to be the baby!

Peace for Patchie

May 31,1996- August 11,2009

She came into my life the night before my wedding. Found in my parents back yard along with 4 siblings. Patchie had an eye infection which led my sister and I to take her to the vet to get fixed up. She became our pet. We felt so sorry for the one-eyed cat. This is how she got her name. The eye healed and she saw many bright and beautiful years on this earth. Many changes have happened in my life over these years. She was apart of all of it. Three homes and three kids later, I have so many wonderful memories of times spent with Patchie.

She was a good little, bad little kitty. Good in that she always made me smile, was affectionate and adorable. She wanted to be with people. To sit with them and to be petted. She did not want to be held. And she definately did not want to be kissed. She was bad in that she always managed to find herself in trouble. She ran uncontrolably through the house, swung from the curtains, got stuck in the drop ceiling where we listened to her cry all night long; unable to find her way back down. She was a great escape artist and manage to find her way outdoors to eat grass. Only to come back inside and vomit. She chewed up my plants and never did master the correct way to use the liter box.

After thirteen years, she started to slow down in life. Today we chose to end her pain and suffering. We said good-bye to our dear sweet Patchie. Tonight she sleeps in God's bed. At his feet she looks down on our house and knows that we loved her.

Rest in Peace my Patchie-Girl.