With love


I’ll lend you for a little while,
My grandest cat, said God.

For you to love while she’s alive,
And mourn for when she’s not.

It may be one or twenty years,
Or days or months, you see.
But will you, till I take her back,
Take care of her for me?

She’ll bring her charms to gladden you
And should her stay be brief,
You’ll have those treasured memories,
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return.

But there are lessons taught on earth
I want this cat to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true.

And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes,
With trust, I have selected you.

Now will you give her all your love?
Nor think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come
To take her back again?

I know you’ll give her tenderness
And love will bloom each day,
And for the happiness you’ve known,
You will forever-grateful stay.

But should I come and call for her
Much sooner than you’d planned,
Please brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.

This wonderful poem was spotted at http://www.boreal-cats.com/britishshorthair_mourka1.html

Goodbye, baby girl. It’s time to finally move on, but we will never, ever forget you. You will always be the prettiest cat in the world.

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From Sharon to Diana

i don’t know what to say. all i know is i keep running through the last day i spent with you, how i cleaned out your food and water dish because i know you liked them spick and span. how i let you have fancy feast the way you liked it, straight out of the can. you never liked mackarel, and you loved gravy. your favorite fish was tuna.

back in london, you would take every opportunity to terrorise the dog. you woke me up at 1am because you were lonely. i sang to you and watched you fall asleep in your mouse house. you also pooped on one of my beloved bags, and you’d nudge my head off my pillow because you decided you would like the pillow instead.

you liked walks, even though you were terrified of taking the lift. you’d play till you pant, and we have to bring you upstairs for water. that was when we discovered you liked having ice in your water.

i wish i had given you an ice cube in your water yesterday.

you hated to be carried, but you loved chin rubs. when you were teething, you drooled everywhere. it was adorable. you also used our fingers and toes for chewing. that was not so adorable.

your vet in london took one look at you, and decided you were a bossy kitten. he was right. you didn’t like him, and you always tried to bite him after he gave you a jab. you liked the nurse, margaret, to scratch you behind your ears with both hands.

you loved jamin. you were always his cat. until yesterday, it was obvious that you could still remember him, and you still missed him. i hope you are not missing him anymore.

like i always told you, you are the most beautiful cat in the world. and i’m pretty sure i’m not biased when i say your intelligence surpassed even the cleverest dog. i have always been a dog person, before you converted me.

i remember how, on your first night with us, you kept jumping onto the bed. i made jamin bring you out because i was worried you’d scratch out my eyes in the middle of the night.

when we went on a holiday and had to put you in a cattery, you hissed at your neighbouring maine coons who were about 8 times your size (you were so small your breath made a tiny circle of condensation on the glass pane). you have always been a feisty girl.

it hurts to speak of you in the past tense. in a sense, you have always been too good to be true. you were our first cat, and jamin’s first pet (fish does not count). we are glad we never took you for granted, and for all 9months we had you with us, we gave you only the very best.

we love you, and we are sorry you didn’t manage to grow old with arthur. but we promise we’ll do our very best to be what you were to him.

goodbye, beebles.

From Jamin to Diana

Goodbye England’s Rose

Dear friends and family,

This is perhaps the most effective way to spread the news without having to re-live the painful memory over and over. This morning (3/11/2008 GMT+8), my beloved cat, Diana aka “the beebles”, has passed on. The girl had yet to breach adulthood, being a mere 10 months old. Diana can only be described as a free spirit – she refused to let others dictate what she could or could not do, and ultimately it led to her demise. Her inquisitive nature led to the tragic circumstances of her death: a 12 storey fall which we can only hope was painless.

Diana leaves a cat-sized hole in the lives of myself, Sharon, my family back in Singapore, and most significantly, her little playmate and companion, Arthur, who at the tender age of 5 months has to come to terms with death. The bittersweet memories of the joy she has brought to us are like pin-pricks to the heart. Yet these memories are all that remain, along with her toys and accessories – the remaining pieces of a life that once was.

The wretched irony of her name has not escaped me. She is truly England’s Rose, the most gorgeous cat I have ever known; the brevity of her life confirms the poignant tragedy of her death. She was a Princess, a wild child, a rebel even; yet at the same time she captured everyone’s hearts with her charm and her grace. Born a commoner but bred into royalty, she was the quintessential Cat, yet she was one-of-a-kind; irreplaceable.

Diana, I grieve for the life you never fully lived, the vicissitudes forgone. I mourn the circumstances of your death. I rue the last month spent apart from you; I know you were waiting for me and I, you. You hold a special place in my heart – the equivalent of my “firstborn”. Sometimes I think I hear the bells on your collar tinkle from the unlit corners of the house, but alas, its not you.

I missed you, Diana, and now I always will.

And even though we try
The truth brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
The joy you brought us through the years

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset when the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England’s greenest hills
Your candle’s burned out long before
Your legend ever will

the two reasons to love sundays

they got a new cat tree this week. arthur keeps getting cornered into the hideaway at the bottom tier and diana sits there, like a cat waiting smugly for her mouse to emerge from his hole.

diana wakes people up at 4:30am for food. not because there isn’t any food left in her bowl. but because she wants fresh food, not 4hours old food.

and that is probably why arthur keeps getting tubbier and tubbier. he eats all her leftovers.

stop bothering me already!

check out how arthur looks at diana upside down somewhere near the start.

down memory lane part one

she grew up so quickly. it’s like she had a growth spurt or something, turning from this orange-bossy-bitey-tiny kitty into¬† the orange-bossy dowager she is today.

i still cannot get over her beautiful tail.

older, but still agile!

arthur also moved at surprising speed towards the end.


diana and her ikea lion. it was actually for arthur, because we got a pink hippo for diana (you know, yellow for the boy, pink for the girl) but she insisted on the lion.

then arthur decides he wants to snuggle too.

who says im getting round? i can fit between the ladder legs.

the silly boy wedging himself between the ladder legs.

more fun with the sink

i won’t be the least surprised if diana figures out how to turn on the faucet by herself one day. she really loves the sink.

and poor arthur couldnt get up there by himself.

May 2022