:: Robert and Bekah ::

our summer, 2005

beebee rests

photo journal

As you can see by my buck-toothed grin, I was ecstatic to have a new kitty! She was my first one, and there will never be another like her.

Yes, I fed her with a bottle...my little BeeBee kitty. Actually,
her given name is Tiffany, which turned into Tiffy Baby, and then
just Baby, pronounced "BeeBee," with a high-pitched
voice. She knew her name too!

My brother picked out BeeBee's brother, an all black cat he named Midnight, but "Mony" died at 10 from a stroke. In this picture, BeeBee looks like she knows she's going to be a star.

One thing BeeBee didn't like very much was to be cuddled, but sometimes she tolerated it for my sake (always briefly). By the time she was living with me again after college, she was so happy to be with me and so glad to be away from my mom's dog that she became somewhat of a lap cat (on her terms). But she would sit in your lap and be petted, and she even started to like strangers!

Clearly BeeBee is loungin'. Like all cats, BeeBee was
good at taking it easy...I often turned to her when anxious or sad, and she would calm me down or comfort me. Who will do that now? At least while Robert's at work anyway. I don't think we'll get another kitty too soon, because I feel like I'll want him/her to be just like BeeBee, which isn't possible.

BeeBee on the alert, scouting out the backyard...she only needs to look as far as her own nose, where a little bug has invaded.

Shadow light 1

She always liked to be in the light, and this series of photos we took really show off her soft fur and pretty colors. An artistic interplay between shadow and light...

Shadow light 2

Shadow light 3

Shadow light 4

For her age, BeeBee was a very spunky kitty. Here she is playing with some party streamers.

This was after a vet visit where BeeBee had a kidney treatment. Her paw is bandaged from the IV. She was a tough kitty, and here is relaxing after battle.