Once upon a time, the pitter-patter of three beautiful and very beloved cats were heard in the Crayola House.
They lived. They loved.
They stretched. They napped!
They made us laugh. Oh, how they made us laugh!
And our hearts were broken when each crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
But they live on in our hearts, where they left behind their pawprints.
“During Simba’s final days, I made a promise to write about her; to write about all 3 of our furry children. And I kitten you not; a promise is a promise, and a promise I must keep.” – Those were the words I wrote on May 23, 2018 when I began my journey to fulfill that promise. For indeed, I made a promise before God to my beloved Simba. A promise made with love through tears. A promise that took me a year to begin fulfilling, and a year to fulfill. While the tears still flow and I will always miss our precious furry children- Simba, Guerita and Roly- with this final post, I feel in my heart that my promise has been fulfilled.
I know that God exists, and that He loves each and every one of us- His creations- deeply. He created us, human and felines and every other species out there. Each of us uniquely wonderful. I hope a bit of that came through in my kitty chronicles. I believe Heaven exists- and that indeed our beloved pets are up there. I close my eyes and I imagine it- bright, colorful, and a great big tree where Jesus hangs out with a few very special cats. Simba has her royal chubbiness back, and she is happily plopped on his lap. Guerita is completely healed, laying next to her sister, and meowing her happy songs; Roly is healed, wearing his SuperKitty cape and merrily scratching at Jesus’ chanclas. Jesus is laughing at their antics. This vision brings joy to my heart, and allows me not to forget them- but to close this chapter.
Behind every feline is a tale to tell… Or at least, a tail! Ours certainly did, and it was fun to share many of them over this past year. So many precious memories they left behind. Those memories, like their pawprints, will forever live in our hearts. For today, I will look back at what I miss the most. I close my eyes and I can hear each distinct voice. Feel each distinct furry coat. See each precious favorite moment…
GUERITA: I can hear her voice and her variety of meows as she sings her favorite songs- from Num-num to Vowels (Meowels!) to Squeeze box Squeaks to Mow-wow-wo.
My seven most favorite Guerita moments:
- Poking her young kitten head through the bricks and encouraging her timid sister Simba to follow suit!
- Whacking Weeta!! Although that outstretched front leg and consequent whack happened to Daddy and me as well if we didn’t put fresh food in her bowl fast enough, whacking Weeta was somehow funnier…
- Walking Daddy through her old stomping grounds (where she still terrified the big dog Jacinto)
- Spa Days– that sandpaper tongue, how it tickled!!
- The Rocket Scientist leaps. How she studied, calculated each leap to make it precise. It was fascinating to watch!
- The Red Cast Escapades! Using that red cast as a baseball bat, dragging it across the floor as she ran with three good legs, and finally leaping up the screen door with that heavy cast, trying to escape!
- Her sweet kitty kisses. Those precious little kisses, reserved just for Mommy. She did give one kiss each to Maya and Weeta- but that was it. The rest for Mommy only!
ROLY POLY: I hear his sweet little high-pitched voice, his special roar for when he sensed a street cat in his territory, his story-telling chatter meows… The “question” meow with a cocked head as he looked me in the eye, “♪Whatcha doin’ Mommy, whatcha doin‘?♪” (to which I would respond, “♪Whatcha doin’ Roly, whatcha doin?♪“) And of course- his Mommy cry. The one he saved just for me…
My seven most favorite Roly Poly moments:
- Waiting for us to come home from work and walking us home up the stairs, just to make sure we didn’t get lost along the way.
- Those sweet and hilarious RolyFit stretches! He created those stretches just to make us smile. I am sure of it! (There are 13 RolyFit blog posts in all)
- Scratching Daddy’s chanclas!! The look on Roly’s face was a joyful look as he very merrily scratched away- sometimes with Daddy’s feet still in them!
- Plopping his leg up on mine, just like Daddy. Roly really wanted to be just like Daddy!
- The Morning Mews Reports!! How sweet the sound of a kitty when he is telling a story, and Roly was quite the storyteller!
- Nighttime cuddles as he snuggled so close to my armpit. It brought a lump to my throat each time, feeling that love and knowing he felt safe.
- Hearing his Mommy cry from the balcony when I came home from traveling. Although in honesty, it actually sounded like he was calling “Raul”… (Ra-ooo! Rah-ooo”!)
SIMBA: Her low voice and the funniest meows: She’d meow quietly like a cat if her bowl was empty, growl like a dog if she was angry, meow like a lamb when she couldn’t be bothered, and had that special cry for tuna (which includes the sound of the electric can opener, as that was symbolic to her for a can of tuna). That was the ONLY time she actually opened her lungs and let her voice be heard!
My seven most favorite Simba moments:
- Attacking Fat Cat! Simba the timid kitten protecting us- her family- from what she perceived to be a monster was so darn cute!
- Tuna Time – the great race to finish before Roly & Guerita so she could eat the rest of theirs. I could hear circus music in my head each time!
- Simba the Circus Kitty– Hearing her pull herself up the steps so she could jump on our bed and cuddle by Daddy.
- Sniffing the air when we brought home her favorite chicken, ready to float away… VIDEO of Simba smelling chicken.
- Daddy Time/The Hammock: Simba with her chubby belly, craving alone time on Daddy’s belly as he swang in his hamaca. The look of yearning in her eyes as she watched him, too afraid to jump on a moving target. But in the end, she succeeded. Love conquers all!
- Simba bathing (NOT to be confused with bathing Simba!): All cats leap, stretch and bathe, but not all take it one step further. Roly had the art of stretching; Guerita had the art of leaping. Lazy Simba Bimba had the art of bathing.
- Simba and Mommy time during WholyFit restoration. Oh, how I loved those precious moments!
If I could go back in time to take two snapshots of each, it would be:
The more you love someone, the harder it is to let them go. Broken hearts are our testimonies to the depths of that love. We are often asked why we haven’t adopted another furry child yet. We will, we respond. Some day, we will. But our hearts need to heal first, and I had to fulfill my promise to Simba to write their stories. Stories of our beloved furry children- Simba, Guerita and Roly Poly. Our furry children were precious to us. They blessed us, they blessed our home. They each received miracles of healing.
They each loved the sound of violins, and the many violin concerts for them as a family (or private!). VIDEO: Lost Unicorn: A Violin Concert for the Crayola House Cats
They each loved Tuna Time!
They each loved us deeply-their mommy and daddy, and we absolutely loved them.
To every thing, there is a season- and the season for these kitty chronicles has come to an end. Dear Reader, I thank you for following the stories of my furry children. For indeed, it was their stories that you read- not mine. Come back any time and re-read their kitty adventures. Find one that you missed. Or better yet- adopt a cat and let them write their own stories. Share them with me; share them with the world.
What I wrote the day I began this kitty chronicle journey a year ago, echoes true even today. And so, I will end this chapter with some of those words:
… I take a deep breath and reminisce about the pitter-patter of little paws scurrying down Meow-mory Lane.
I feel uplifted; my heart is smiling. I close my eyes and they are with me again. I can hear their meows. I feel them snuggling up next to me. I smell the tuna breath. I hear the pitter-patter of those tiny paws. I see their pawprints.
Pawprints which will forever be written on my heart.
To every thing there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
But the poor man had nothing except one little ewe lamb he had bought. He raised it, and it grew up with him and his children. It shared his food, drank from his cup and even slept in his arms. It was like a daughter to him. 2 Samuel 12:3
On April 30, 2015, Maya and Mariposa decorated the graves of Guerita and Roly Poly. The girls had collected special rocks for the occasion, and each said a few special words. Maya told the story of Guerita, with a pretty white stone representing Guerita in the middle as the queen that she was, and the surrounding stones representing things special to Guerita such as plates of tuna, 2 stones representing Guerita and her sister Simba as kittens and 3 stones representing the adult kitty family trio of Guerita, Simba and her son Roly Poly. Mariposa told us that Roly Poly’s grave has a circle of love around it and adorned with a cross.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. Revelation 21:4
I thank my God in all my remembrance of you. Philippians 1:3