Pain in the ass, cute as can be, verbal to the nth degree, escapee, mouse catcher (2 field mice in 2 days...another story for another day)...the Pearly Girl. Then came along Minnie (Minnie...Pearl...get it?) It was only 3 years ago that Oliver came along. But, Pearl was my favorite-she was also Pop's. He taught her about outside, pasta, sharing ice cream and the cellar.
Pop's been gone going on 3 years; Pearl's moved with me back to Pop's house (which I now own) and she runs the show. Meowing on cue in the phone, especially when she's hungry, dealing with Oliver when he was a kitten. Getting older, becoming the barfy cat...especially on my work chair...ugh!
Well, I'm now dealing with my 13-1/2 year old Pearl coming to the end of her road. The vet said she's got a tumor and that it will just be a matter of time. She's been sneezing and having a runny nose of late, but she is still eating like a little pig and meowing at me as much as ever, although not able to jump up onto things...She still has that awesome nose and chin-the picture above was taken yesterday-even at 4 lb, 6 oz., she is still my Pearly Girl-my solace is that I know Pop will have company soon and he can walk her outside and let her run around all she wants, and they can both share as much ice cream as they want. Here's Pearl in 2002:
5 comments:
Pearl, she iz so bootiful!
Love the blog - will check it often.
I can has cheezburger now?
-K
Ok, this made me sad. I like Pearl lots more than Minnie likes me. And we know how much Minnie likes me. At least Pearl talks to me on the phone.
Nice blog - it's about time.
Wonderful post. You're a great writer, Ms. Beam. I'm sending you good thoughts.
xoxo
M
You made me cry first thing in the morning...darn you. Pearl looks like a sweet cat. I'm sorry to hear about her health problems.
Thanks so much, everyone! On a good note, last night and this morning she was jumping onto the counter-she may have a few more lives left in her yet!
Inky Hugs, R.
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