She was a bit of a loose cannon, sure. Those extra thumbs generally led to extra trouble. Opening and closing the kitchen cupboards - one of which she commandeered and converted to her Top Secret Clubhouse Within Which All Sorts of Mysterious Cat Plans Were Hatched. I'm pretty sure if I go digging around in the back of that cupboard, I will find blueprints with detailed instructions on how to infiltrate the kitty biscuit stash, and probably schematics that would have eventually somehow led to her dropping from the ceiling a la Tom Cruise in Mission: Impossible and ambushing the dog while he slept on the living room rug.........they had a bit of a Spy vs. Spy, friendly rivalry going on. (I can say "friendly" because he's now moping around the house, looking quite forlorn.)
Gigi also liked to channel Maria Callas. Especially in the dead of night, when I was least likely to appreciate a spot of Verdi.
But damn it....I loved that fuzzy nutjob.
Today really, really sucks, y'all.
So very sorry to hear the news - I hope you and the rest of the family are doing ok. Great picture, by the way; she looks regal... or dare I say, 'majestic'?
Posted by: thempauls | August 10, 2009 at 12:07 AM