Banff was found as a tiny kitten meowing on a dark and snowy night on
our front steps at Thanksgiving in 1987. We opened the screen door
and he walked right in at sat by the fire. Since he seemed like he
knew where he belonged we kept him. We gave him the nickname of
microcat. He is now a good sized cat and loves people. Since the
other cat was Jasper it was only natural to name him Banff. He
also has the nicknames Mr. B and Lump Cat because he will pour
himself into your lap and lay there. When you get up he sort of
just pours out of your lap onto the chair where you were sitting.
Albuquerque Sue was found at a humane society event in front
of a Wild Oats market in Albuquerque during a visit in 1995.
She was about a year old and looked a little like our beloved
Jasper. She immediately attached herself to Marilyn and the
feeling was mutual. We were leaving in just two days. They
succeeded in doing a rush spaying and she was ours that afternoon.
Amazing how these responsibilities just happen.
Suzie is a very inquisitive cat. She hates Abbey. She likes
to sit in the bathtubs. She wishes she could go outside like Banff
but she has always been an indoor cat and we are not going to change
that at the moment, although the house must be very dull for her.
Well that has changed over time. Suzie likes to roll on the warm
concrete on the front steps and prowl around the backyard but is very
Jasper is Marilyn's cat. He is quite an old fellow now. Marilyn got
him when she lived in San Fransisco. She got him free from someone on
Castro Street in 1976. Some friends of hers had just come back from
the Banff and Jasper Canadian National Parks so he got the name
Jasper. His official adoption date is Aug 11, 1976. Yes, he is still
prowling around, but slowly.
The Loss of Jasper
At sunset today (Sep 29, 1994) Jasper, our cat, died in Marilyn's arms in
our backyard. He was deeply loved. His passing will leave a hole
in our family that cannot be filled. We will miss him greatly.
We play on this earth a short while,
catch a few mice,
sleep in the sun.
What more can be said of this than
we lived and were loved.
Good night Jasper.
This poem has even more meaning for me now:
For a Dead Kitten
Put the rubber mouse away,
Pick the spools up from the floor,
What was velvet-shod, and gay,
Will not want them any more.
What was warm, is strangely cold.
Whence dissolved the little breath?
How could this small body hold
So immense a thing as Death?
-Sara Henderson Hay
Last updated:Aug 28, 2003