Gather round...take a paw...bow your head...light a candle...and take time to meditate and pray.

(and be sure to check out the prayer requests)

This is for Caesar, Napoleon and our Daddy...and our Grandma too...

PRINCESS, ZEUS, TIGGER AND MIRACLE

....and we would like to add that this is in memory of ALL Rainbow cats too...

For all the wonderful cats who have enriched my life...

For Squeak and Grendel, Bonkie and Luna, and Chookums. And prayer that Miss Piper can learn to engage with her peoples.

This is for my sweet friend Storm who went to the Rainbow
Bridge on Friday.I will never forget her bravery and courage.She was a true
winner and I will never forget her

We lit this candle in memory of our special friend, TREAT...



WE miss you, TREAT!

PRINCESS, ZEUS, TIGGER AND MIRACLE

FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens,
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes,
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name,
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt,
In ICQ we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don´t know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind,
With those we can´t see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can´t tell "real" people, but tell someone we must,
So we turn to the computer, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.

~*~Unknown~*~

When kittas pray, they cannot put their paws together like hoo-mans do.

I think when kittas pray or meditate, it is best in what Momma crudely calls "the meatloaf position." In this picture, I am doing a "modified meatloaf" which means I´m not totally meditating, but only half meditating - I also want to interact. A kitta in full meatloaf position, with his/her eyes half closed, is deep in prayer or meditation, and permission should be asked before disturbing us.


Squeak

What is praying? Is it anything like preying? I know a lot about preying, if anyone wants to ask. Chookums

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn´t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I´m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

First of all, there´s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, or George or Bill Bailey -
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -
But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that´s particular,
A name that´s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum -
Names that never belong to more than one cat.

But above and beyond there´s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover -
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name

- TS Eliot

Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time?

That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat.

Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.

Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me.

Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.

Come to me not as "alpha" or as "owner" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another´s eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of batting toys, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general.

You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a CAT, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Cat on two feet", you are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short........

Dedicated to Nikki and Chrissy, my mom`s rainbow kitty cats
--Betsey

Dear God,
Please be with our sisters and brothers who have lost their babies. Comfort them when they shed tears and in time of grief. May your angels shower them with love when they sad and lonely. Let them know that on one sweet day that they will be reunited with their loved ones who have gone home to you. Always remember they are not gone, but simply awaiting for you in a wonderful kingdom of life. Please keep safe from harm and keep us in your prayers. We thank you lord Amen!

Mimmi and her parents

In honor of Baby Boy Tux, who is finally an angel to watch over all of us.

In loving memory of little Cinnamon and his doggy friend Honeybear who both passed on June 16, 2008. God bless and keep you...

In loving memory of little Cinnamon and his doggy friend Honeybear who both passed on June 16, 2008. God bless and keep you...

Thank you so much. I am still unable to get througha thought or post without tears. I know it will get better. This has affected me so much, like my original Fluff, Cinnamon was so special fighting to live. I just don´t think he died without help. But, perhaps he never would have been free on earth so I am trying to accept it that it was for the best. Doesn´t make it any easier.
Eva

In memory of little Cinnamon who fought so hard. You will be so missed.....



Our hearts go out to your Mommy....we know that she needs some special strength right now that can only come from above.

We are sad to learn that little kitten, Storm passed away on the 19th of June, 2008.
In loving memory...


You will be missed!

..and these candles are for beautiful Cinderella who just left us to cross the Rainbow Bridge as well. You are in our thoughts and prayers.

a prayer vigil for Harim... for his fast recovery. that the lab test will be good for him and his kidney is okay and functioning well... God hears our prayer and blesses all His creatures!

Amen!

My dearest Cinnamon, this prayer is for u, with all my heart I wish u are as happy, comfortable and healthy as ever among ur new friends... may God look upon u.
Kiwi

I am so moved by the outpouring of emotion for Cinnamon, Cinderella and now Storm. I guess if you have ever lost a cat, it is very hard to forget the loss. Not only do I feel the loss of Nikki and Chrissy all over again...I am experiencing powerful emotions of sympathy for the losses of other cat people, and I grieve for the owners of Treat, Storm, Cinnamon and Cinderella in ways I never thought possible. I think the love I feel for my cats has been extended and enriched. I think the love I feel encompasses everyone who knows what it feels like to love a cat passionately...and forever.

I am a buddhist...because there is for me something everlastingly beautiful in a rebirth. So for everyone who grieves...I send a prayer for you.

By the power and the truth of this practice,

May all beings have happiness, and the causes of happiness.
May all be free from sorrow, and the causes of sorrow.
May all never be separated from the sacred happiness
which is sorrowless.
And may all live in equanimity,
without too much attachment and too much aversion,
And live believing in the equality of all that lives.

..We also say a little prayer for our friend Harim. May you have a speedy recover Harim. We need you to be strong and healthy again.



We are saying lots of prayer for you ...and we hope that your Mommy will stay strong...