Tribute: Bobbie, House of Rankin

What to say about Her Royal Highness, Princess Nosy? Miss TuffGirl
Kitty. Who could wear a Kissamouse Tree skirt wif as much flair as
ours sissfur? Or convince Mommy to do the hoomin-onna-string fing in
the Out ofur an' ofur, even though efurry time she wailed like a
banshee for hours when da funtime was over. Bobbie wailed, we mean,
not Mommy. Mommy would just collapse into a slightly battered puddle
of relief when she survived yet another outing. She'd say that
putting the harness on an eager Bobbie, and taking it off an angry
one, were like trying to lassoo a live cactus.

Nobody fought greeblings or bag-monsters as bravely an' valiently as
Miss Bobbie. She was an inspurration to the rest of us to guard our
hoominz day an' night from them, even though the only thanks we got
were "Will you STOP destroying everything in sight???"

Tyler an' Bobbie started out kinda ruff -- he didn't appreciate Bobbie
an' Dylan's arrival in his OnlyCat home one liddle bit, but the two
teeny orange balls of fur slowly warmed his heart. She was a pro at
the QUIET! Game when he explained the rules to her. He an' Bobbie was
inseparable winkwinks fur many (but not enuff) happy years. She kept
up da tradition of not appreciating noo arrivals for nine years, as
the Three Rankinkatz became the Twenty. After a while, she furgot
that da hissy-spit fits was supposed to stop after a while. But she
was always Mommy's sweet liddle velcro kitty, her "baby girl." The
last year of her life, when she was feelin' ofurwhelmed by all da noo
bruvvers an' sissfurs, she all but lived atop a bookcase, behind the
loveseat, or on Mommy's lap. Till that heartbreakin' morning when
she didn't yell an enthusiastic good morning greeting to Mommy from
her perch up high, an' Mommy found dat she had gone quietly to Rainbow
Bridge in herz sleep behind da loveseat. It was such a shock, since
she had just had her annual torture session wif TED a few weeks before
that, an' she seemed healfy an' fit.

Now she's wif ours sweet DixieDog, CC, Liddle Paul an' Muffin at
Rainbow Bridge. Pauline has even finally convinced her that she can
still be a TuffGirl Kitty if she wears spandex. She spends hers time
happily wif all hers good friends, including her bestest amie
LaChance, watchin' ofur their loved ones here on earf.

Who knew that with 17 RankinKatz still here, we could have such a big
empty hole in ours lifes when you left us, Bobbie? Mommy an' Daddy
will sometimes laugh at the memory of how loudly Miss Dainty would
snore in her sleep, even as a liddle kitten. They miss that sound oh
so very much. Till we see you again, dear Bobbie, we will rememfur
you efurry single day, and love you for all eternity.

Tyler, Dylan, Samson, Jordan, Pippen, Buddy, Holly, Lucy, Cassie,
John, Ringo, George, Sybil, Peanut, BB, Mickey and Tessie; and your
lovin' Mommy an' Daddy.

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what a lovely tribute, Miss Violate
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> What to say about Her Royal Highness, Princess Nosy? Miss TuffGirl
> Kitty. Who could wear a Kissamouse Tree skirt wif as much flair as
> ours sissfur? Or convince Mommy to do the hoomin-onna-string fing in
> the Out ofur an' ofur, even though efurry time she wailed like a
> banshee for hours when da funtime was over. Bobbie wailed, we mean,
> not Mommy. Mommy would just collapse into a slightly battered puddle
> of relief when she survived yet another outing. She'd say that
> putting the harness on an eager Bobbie, and taking it off an angry
> one, were like trying to lassoo a live cactus.
>
> Nobody fought greeblings or bag-monsters as bravely an' valiently as
> Miss Bobbie. She was an inspurration to the rest of us to guard our
> hoominz day an' night from them, even though the only thanks we got
> were "Will you STOP destroying everything in sight???"
>
> Tyler an' Bobbie started out kinda ruff -- he didn't appreciate Bobbie
> an' Dylan's arrival in his OnlyCat home one liddle bit, but the two
> teeny orange balls of fur slowly warmed his heart. She was a pro at
> the QUIET! Game when he explained the rules to her. He an' Bobbie was
> inseparable winkwinks fur many (but not enuff) happy years. She kept
> up da tradition of not appreciating noo arrivals for nine years, as
> the Three Rankinkatz became the Twenty. After a while, she furgot
> that da hissy-spit fits was supposed to stop after a while. But she
> was always Mommy's sweet liddle velcro kitty, her "baby girl." The
> last year of her life, when she was feelin' ofurwhelmed by all da noo
> bruvvers an' sissfurs, she all but lived atop a bookcase, behind the
> loveseat, or on Mommy's lap. Till that heartbreakin' morning when
> she didn't yell an enthusiastic good morning greeting to Mommy from
> her perch up high, an' Mommy found dat she had gone quietly to Rainbow
> Bridge in herz sleep behind da loveseat. It was such a shock, since
> she had just had her annual torture session wif TED a few weeks before
> that, an' she seemed healfy an' fit.
>
> Now she's wif ours sweet DixieDog, CC, Liddle Paul an' Muffin at
> Rainbow Bridge. Pauline has even finally convinced her that she can
> still be a TuffGirl Kitty if she wears spandex. She spends hers time
> happily wif all hers good friends, including her bestest amie
> LaChance, watchin' ofur their loved ones here on earf.
>
> Who knew that with 17 RankinKatz still here, we could have such a big
> empty hole in ours lifes when you left us, Bobbie? Mommy an' Daddy
> will sometimes laugh at the memory of how loudly Miss Dainty would
> snore in her sleep, even as a liddle kitten. They miss that sound oh
> so very much. Till we see you again, dear Bobbie, we will rememfur
> you efurry single day, and love you for all eternity.
>
> Tyler, Dylan, Samson, Jordan, Pippen, Buddy, Holly, Lucy, Cassie,
> John, Ringo, George, Sybil, Peanut, BB, Mickey and Tessie; and your
> lovin' Mommy an' Daddy.
>
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