Had to let go of our beloved Juno today. This is a photo of her from 2012 taken by Mark Hanauer. She was truly the most beautiful creature that ever loved us. Showed up on our doorstep a pregnant teen in 2008... she sure as hell had our number. My son Spencer named her after the film character played by Ellen Page. Smartest, funniest, coolest cat that ever graced our lives. Loyal to the very last moment of her ninth life, she was a playful kitten who entered the world with a joy that never ebbed. When we had parties, she would literally sit on the middle chair between guests, checking everyone out as if she was the hostess with the mostess. She was my guardian cat, muse and angel, always over my shoulder or in my lap. So hard to let her go, she will be missed. Flights of feline angels...
I think that this is Juno at her most blissful, "hiding" in Pat's Garden post motherhood. So named "Pat's Garden" after Lorraine's father who had passed away shortly after Juno had arrived. One of Pat's greatest joys only a week before he crossed over was hearing about the birth of Juno's four little kittens; two black, and two orange tabbies -- two matched sets of one female/male of each. The first one was born on Spencer's bed about 3 in the morning in late March 2008, "Dad, hurry!!! Juno's had a kitten!!!" The little peanut was squirming across the quilt at the foot of Spencer's bed looking for Juno who was just sitting on the bed waiting for the next little wiggly peanut to arrive. I scooped them up and placed them inside a warm box with towels I had made in anticipation of Juno's mewling brood. All was well, all the kittens thrived. In time, two pairs were placed in homes as matched sets of male/female/tabby/black. We still get to see the pair that were adopted by one of Lorraine's co-workers at the Huntington -- Malcolm the Orange Tabby and his sister Zoe the Black Panther.