Cutie The Peanut
Thursday, April 16 2009
    
      My tiny companion, Cutie died today after a short unknown illness. She was the cat "character" of a lifetime and one only cartoon characters could depict.
 Cutie was nicknamed, Mark dubbed her the peanut because of her cashew shaped back and thus was called, "Cutie the Peanut."
    

God has blessed me with special cats who have lived extra-ordinary, colorfil and vivacious lives. They were not lap cats who grew fat and lazy. They saw the brilliant world of huimans  They loved to ride in the cars and trucks, (putting their tiny paws on my arm as I steered the wheel), peer out of the windows to gaze at the passing scenery and when bored with that, would rest in my lap. They also accompanied me on leashes as I delivered my telephone books. Cuties and her adopted sister Kini were indeed work cats and earned their keep.This little Cutie, when seeing me grasp her blue leash and announce, "We're going to work" would rush to to the front door to have me put her leash on.
   

After a long day away from home, these two were so alert and instinctively knew we were rounding the final two turns to Country lakes. Cuties would be fast asleep and know that we were just about to make out right hand turn at Chippewa Trail. I would always tell my husband that It was a mystery how they knew were we were.
   

    Mark gave Cutie many nicknames, but the Tiny spotted cow was his favorite. He brought home cow figurines, stuffed cows, chocolate cows and milk cartons with cows on the side that he would cut out and put on the already crowded refridgerator door!.
  

Cutie also had three litytle outfits, two new ones that actually were made for tiny dogs. The favorite was a hot pink one with black and white tiger stripes and Fierc" emblazoned on the top!. Cuties was theall of 6 pounds but would staclk and intimadate even Chubby, out older, back male.
   

   Today was  another of the most devastating losses driving almost blinded by tears for an hour to Doctor Kass in spring lak Heights. I had no idea how clsoe to death my baby Cutie was. She hadn't drunk water or eaten in three days and seemed uninterested in even her favorite treats which was olive oil, organic milk and mashed potatoes from Boston Market. My once in a blue moon carvings would wake both kittens firm any nap.
     

  I certainly wasn't expecting. nor needing such a devastating event with the two years of intense pain in my jaws. To lose Cutie, My most cherished frien is beyond belief words. I didn't even have a chance to call my church family to pray and fast for Curie's recovery.
  

   The joy and laghter Cutie sbough me was amassive buffer with the oft grief and excruciating pain I endured all day for these two years. She was a dancing cat and allowed me to all sorts of silly things to her. She growled, but never bared her claws or bit, no matter how uncomfortable her posture or how I treated her like a little doll. She was a gentle, seeet and animated partner who I will miss dearly.
   

    I must ask God's strngth, not to be angry that yet again another, (the 10 best friend) has been taken from me...and this little one so soon. I am grateful that I took many photographs as a tesimony of her winsome, ways, elegant beauty and laughable personality.She was a gift. Cutie i memorialized and can be seen on my
www.impactfolios.com/asburyparkangel site and here on MYspace as well as photo albums.
  

      I gues the saddest thing about losing Cuties is that I dedicated her and Bikini to serve at nursing homes and children.