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Mister Ringo
Jul. 13th, 2007 03:03 pm
I hope that there is an afterlife, if only so that you can be happy and goofy and lazy and fat for all eternity. And for you, I'm sure there'd be an all-you-can-eat buffet.
The very first time I saw the Ringo was a picture of him lying on his back with his tummy in the air, and at no point did he ever grow out of this habit.
Once upon a time, the Ringo was small (for him) and could do tricks.
Ringo cat came with a Lady cat who was somehow related to him in a creepy inbreeding sort of way. They got along best while sleeping.
Of course the last picture I ever took of them together is blurry.
Ringo liked to play (I can't find a picture of him with a troll).
But mostly he just found cozy places to sit.
And sleep.
He was also a big fan of eating, which meant there was more of him to love.
We found a Tobi-Monkey in the backyard, and Lady was all, "Are you kidding me with this?", but Ringo found his protégé.
Ringo and his guardian monkey (not so much with the angel):
The student learns from the master.
Ringo had to get shaved sometimes because of his matted fur, and then he would go into hiding.
He most emphatically did not like getting shaved and therefore freaked right the fuck out whenever the carrying case came out. He was, however, perfectly comfortable sitting on top of it while it was safely stowed away in the closet.
The Ringo's main skill was just being ridiculously cute:
And because I always liked the poem on Poppy's prayer card thingy better than the ones with actual prayers on them (Me? Not liking bible verses? Shocking!):
AFTER GLOW
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave
When life is done.
I love you forever my Ringo.
12 years well spent.
The very first time I saw the Ringo was a picture of him lying on his back with his tummy in the air, and at no point did he ever grow out of this habit.
Once upon a time, the Ringo was small (for him) and could do tricks.
Ringo cat came with a Lady cat who was somehow related to him in a creepy inbreeding sort of way. They got along best while sleeping.
Of course the last picture I ever took of them together is blurry.
Ringo liked to play (I can't find a picture of him with a troll).
But mostly he just found cozy places to sit.
And sleep.
He was also a big fan of eating, which meant there was more of him to love.
We found a Tobi-Monkey in the backyard, and Lady was all, "Are you kidding me with this?", but Ringo found his protégé.
Ringo and his guardian monkey (not so much with the angel):
The student learns from the master.
Ringo had to get shaved sometimes because of his matted fur, and then he would go into hiding.
He most emphatically did not like getting shaved and therefore freaked right the fuck out whenever the carrying case came out. He was, however, perfectly comfortable sitting on top of it while it was safely stowed away in the closet.
The Ringo's main skill was just being ridiculously cute:
And because I always liked the poem on Poppy's prayer card thingy better than the ones with actual prayers on them (Me? Not liking bible verses? Shocking!):
AFTER GLOW
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave
When life is done.
I love you forever my Ringo.
12 years well spent.
