Sad News About HRH

I'm sad to announce that Her Royal Highness has gone on her final adventure and crossed the rainbow bridge. She had a good long life but was in decline for the past few years with kidney insufficiency disease (very common among older cats). But what carried her off in the end was a sudden aggressive cancer. With the vet's assistance, her passage was peaceful and quick.

HRH was born in Winnipeg, part of an unwanted litter of black-and-white tuxedo kittens from the North End. I adopted her from the Winnipeg Humane Society when she was only nine weeks old. Her little white milk mustache and white tipped tail distinguished her from her siblings and that's why I picked her. Here she is as a baby kitten:

HRH moved with me to Edmonton and became an Alberta cat. She enjoyed many hobbies such as nagging for food, batting around fake fur mice, playing the minty breath game, running up and down the stairs at breakneck speed, napping in the sun, grooming, and lounging about on her big carpeted cat tree. HRH loved it when My Rare One would share a can of top-grade salmon with her or slip her a lovely bit of Thanksgiving turkey right off the bird. She had us both wrapped around her little paw.

On my blog, HRH lived out a secret life of adventure and mayhem. Long-time readers will remember that HRH ran off with the gypsies, toured with Lady Gaga, got deported from the USA, attended the Royal Wedding, competed in the Cat Olympics in England, was imprisoned with Pussy Riot in Moscow, got deported from Russia, became a Pirate Queen, traveled to the moon and back, etc.

Farewell, HRH, good cat and true! It was an honour to have you share our lives and we will miss you forever. xoxoxoxoxo

[All photos by Debra She Who Seeks and My Rare One]