Many of you have seen this painting before, but I wanted to share it with those of you who haven't seen it. This is a portrait of the cat who came before me, Whiskers. He was a Seal Point Siamese that my mom received for her 15th birthday. He meant a lot to my mom. Whiskers was a real lap cat, just like me, and loved people. He loved being the centre of attention and had a wonderful, rumbling purr. I never met him, but I think I would have really liked him.
Whiskers went to the Rainbow Bridge (where all pets go to wait for their humans when they die) on September 1, 2006, just two months short of his 20th birthday. In honour of his memory, my mom commissioned this portrait by her very talented friend,
Michelle Wiebe.

Whiskers acquired his name in a simple fashion: When my mom received him for her 15th birthday, he was missing the whiskers on one side of his face from wrestling with his brother. Not a very creative name for a cat, but one that suited him!
My mom still misses Whiskers on occasion. Often when she visit's Latte's blog, there are certain photos of Latte that remind her very much of Whiskers, and she gets teary-eyed. I try to cuddle with her and purr extra loud on these occasions. I know that there will always be a special place in her heart for Whiskers.

My humans and I are also praying and purring hard for Anatasia to come home safely.