Beverly Cleary, the beloved children’s author, passed away yesterday at age 104. She is especially remembered for her series about Ramona Quimby.
Our last cat, Zoe, passed away this past June.
In June, 2001, Greg took four of our kids to a former student’s house to look at some kittens. I gave him permission to choose one or two to adopt. (We’d previously owned two cats, and then three more cats. We were catless at the time.)
He came home with four kittens.
“Why?” I asked.
“I couldn’t break up the family, could I?”
Each kid got to name a kitten. They were Channing, Cloud, Bruce, and Zoe.
They all lived fairly long lives. I think Bruce was first to pass, then Channing. Then last year, Cloud.
Zoe, who had been quite fat at one point in her life, weighed only 3 pounds the day she died. She started hanging out in the shower, which was what Bruce did when he was ready to die. I took Zoey to the vet and stayed with her while they administered the shots. Little sweetie. I miss her so. She was nineteen years old, the oldest cat we’d ever had.
But I’d gotten really tired of cat hair everywhere. There will be no more cats at this Huelsenbeck house. Three of our kids, though, have cats.
Here’s a wonderful article about an artist who draws illustrations from cat photos online. They will make you laugh. Enjoy. And pet a cat today.
The great, award-winning movie composer Ennio Morricone passed away this morning. He was 92 years old.
You’ve heard his music.
You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose… That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes, it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself? — The Farthest Shore, 1972 (Earthsea Cycle #3).
Gene Wilder (Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein) passed away this morning.
Found on BrainyQuote:
I like writing books. I’d rather be at home with my wife. I can write, take a break, come out, have a glass of tea, give my wife a kiss, and go back in and write some more. It’s not so bad. I am really lucky. ~Gene Wilder
Photo of Gene Wilder by Caroline Bonarde Ucci