I received this sad email from Stormy's two mistresses that adopted him before I moved to Australia. Poor fella. He was born in April of 2005, so just 9 years here on earth with we humans. We went through a lot together, Stormy and I. We traveled the country together for years, and he made it to all but Nunavut and PEI. Born on Cape Breton Island, he was a rough as guts scrapper from the barnyard. I named him "Stormy" after the snowstorm on Friday 13th of May that I drove through to pick him up in Baddeck. How crazy was I to pick up a black cat in a snowstorm on Friday 13th? We settled in easily together though, and I grew quite fond of the furry fella. He comforted me during the loss of my father and bravely survived the devastating house fire later that year. We toured the country in the Karma van visiting friends and family, and chilled with me in cabins in the woods watching the birds for hours in the Yukon and Sooke, BC. I even took him to Grand Bruit one summer to hang out at the ocean. He was my best friend. I'll miss you Stormy. meow...
Hi Jude,
blessings from Canada West Coast, where we are emerging from a huge snow storm.Hi Jude,
With love,
Eila & Liila
Eila & Liila
"Oh crow, Oh crow, I’m standing here wondering what you know.
You’ve seen more of the day than I could dream."
(Beth Orton)