She was a sweet girl.

 Our beautiful little Erica passed away last evening.  She was around 18 years old and had lead a full and well loved life.  She was Dale's cat and always made sure everyone knew that.  :)
When she was young we had a scratch box for her.  Dale referred to it as her throne and every-night when it was time for bed he would say, "Get on your throne, Erica." and she would do it and then he would carry her upstairs to bed.  It was such a silly thing to do and to see but I loved it. 
She had 5 kittens in her life and outlived all of them.  Her last kitten to  go was Velcro and we lost him last fall.
Erica looks chubby in that picture but she ever only weighed about 6 or 7  pounds.  She was such a petite little thing.  The plate she is sitting on is an 8 inch plate. 

This was her brass bed up in our bedroom.  She didn't sleep on it all the time but when another of our fur babies would get on it she would stare them off.  SHE was queen in the house and all the others knew it. 
She was fine until Tuesday and then she just sort of started shutting down.  We took her to the vet and Val said she would be surprised if she made it through the night.  She made it.  She was never in distress or pain.  It was as if she was just patiently waiting for her time to go and be with her best buddy Katie again. 
We will all miss you, AirBear.   Love you, Mom.

Before June ends....

I always have such good intentions to post on this blog in a somewhat regular manner and then life happens and I just forget to do it.  I really do mean to, honest.

 My cutie patootie baby boy, LeRoy.  He looks so sad in this pic, but he is really my little bundle of happy

 New baby chicks, to replace the ones that some wild critter got.  I was so sad about that, and angry also.

The little sleeping princess, oops, excuse me I mean the little QUEEN.  She is 17 years old so she can sleep any time and place that she wants to. When she was just a kitten Dale would carry her upstairs to bed each night on her throne.  It was the funniest thing to see.  Erica would just sit regally on the cat scratcher pad which we called her throne and let Dale carry her upstairs.  Silly cat and hubby.

Mama Cat

Does this pose look familiar? This is Erica, Munch's Mama. Guess I know where he gets that stretch from.
It seems that all of my cats and hubby's dog, also, like Kate's bed. She seldom can get on it of an evening because another is on it. Kate is a gentle giant so she doesn't mind.