Cookie - Happy 4th of July!

Mistress took Treader to the 4th of July parade. I'll show you the pictures of Treader:








I hate to end this on a sad note, but this is also mistress's late cat's birthday. Mistress wants few words:
When I first got her [Tinker Bell, the cat], she was a little playful 8 week old kitten. Cute as a button. I would describe her personality as friendly, possessive, content, sneaky when she wanted to be, a bit short-tempered but forgiving. Not exactly sweet, but like a loyal friend. She wasn't usually very affectionate. Wait, I take that back. She loved to lay her head on my hand and purr away. She would chew on my fingers while I was petting her and she was on my lap. (A friend of mine who knows a lot about cats says that that means that she loved me.)
She was the best cat I've ever known. When I was sad, she'd come into the room, walk up to me, rub against me, purr, and try to comfort me. And it always worked. When I started feeling better, she'd lay down on my lap and purr some more while I petted her. She had the faithfullness that you'd expect from a dog. She would get mad, but she would never hold a grudge for more than a couple of hours. When she was mad, she would just keep to herself and look at you really mean and swish her tail a little when you tried to pet her. She loved to be brushed, even though she could "brush" herself. I have never seen a cat smarter than her either. She did things like try to open a door the way people do after watching me do it (but she didn't suceed at that particular thing). Tink loved to lay in my dad's bedroom window sill. My dad didn't like it because she blocked his view of outside. We put tape on the window sills in his room to keep her down. I remember when she first saw the tape. She jumped up onto the window sill, only to immediately jump down. Then she ran off on three legs (she was trying to shake a piece of tape off her foot while running). When she stopped, she pulled a piece of tape off her belly. It was . I wish that I had gotten it on video, but I didn't have a digital camera back then.
We had to keep fresh tape on the window to keep her from jumping up. After that, when she wanted to jump onto the window she would get up on a stool or chair and stand up on her hind legs like she was begging, but she was just trying to see the top of the window sill to see if the tape was still there. If it was, she'd hop off the stool/chair and go off to her own business. She was a BIG glutton. She figured out how to put holes in the cat food bags (even after she was declawed) and eat up her food when her dish was empty. We had to put the food in a plastic container after that. But it was too late, she was enormously fat (obese even) by then and though we tried to have her lose weight she wouldn't. We tried keeping outside, hoping that living outdoors would help her loose weight. It did, somewhat, but after only a month of living outdoors she developed liver dysfunction, probably a result of being overweight. We didn't have any idea until we took her to the vet because we saw a bald spot. The vet said that he bald spot didn't concern him, it was the color of her skin. Lightish yellow. Jaundice! He gave us a prescription for her and some Science Diet food, but Tink hated the stuff. She would pretend to eat the medicine (she even swallowed), but she would spit it out when our back were turned. (We found this out when we found her pills on the floor that had obviously someone had tried to hide them after Tink's death.)
Only two or three weeks later, we found Tink dead in her crate.
So, tomorrow as I take my little dog to the parade, watch fireworks, and visit my dad in the hospital, I will be thinking of Tinker Bell, my beloved kitty who loved me more than, or as much as, I loved her. Which was a whole lot.
*sad smile*
Happy Birthday at the Bridge, pretty Tinky. *sniff*
Now, mistress's that enough. Geesh, quit using my blog. BOL