Mister Purr

"What a nice cat!" That's what everyone says when they meet Mister Purr, and I couldn't agree more. Mister Purr has been a faithful, loving, snuggling feline muse and companion for over 14 years;  I cherish every day he is in my life.


December 26 update:
Purr died at dawn the day after Christmas 2010 after a long battle with jaundice from liver failure and pancreatitis. He was a kind and gentle soul.  I miss his purring, loving presence immensely. At the same time, I am ever-grateful that he was in my life, and was blessed to share so much time with him.

Do not stand by my grave and weep,

I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am in the winds that blow.

The diamond glint on the snow.

I am sunlight on ripened grain.

And in the gentle autumn rain.


When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift up-flinging rush

of quiet birds in circling flight,

I am the soft star shine at night.


Do not stand by my grave and cry.

I am not there.

I did not die.


M.E. Frye, (1932)