Clawdius hunts with StarClan

I cannot believe I am having to write ANOTHER of these posts this year. But last night, my amazing friend Molly posted the following to Facebook: Walked Clawdius to the Rainbow Bridge tonight and our wonderful Vet sent him on his journey. I Clawdius II, 08/22/99 – 09/17/18. A life well lived. He will be so very missed…

Clawdius was actually three days younger than Björn’s Pyret, but he was able to celebrate one last birthday.

While the loss of any cat is sad, Clawdius’ death is particularly tragic as Molly’s husband, Don, passed away on 2 July. This is Don with both Clawdius and Mosey.

Ch. Tigerflower I Clawdius II‘s career ended (with 3 grand points from Wain Harding) in the third ring of his first show as a Champion. He growled at Lois Jensen and Molly pulled him. But he went on to father kittens, and his name appears in many well-known pedigrees. He is even very distantly related to Angel, Jacoby, Lorelai and Alfred!

It’s a different kind of sadness when you lose a longtime companion. When they’ve been by your side for 15 years or more, it’s not just their passing that you mourn. It’s also the loss of over a decade of always having been there. You reach out to pet them in the middle of the night, or you look in their favourite napping spot…and they just aren’t there.

My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, darling Clawdius.

Happy Birthday, Molly!

One of my best friends in the Abyssinian world, Molly of Tigerflower Abyssinians, has a couple of major life events happening this month. At the end of the month, she is retiring…but today is her 80th birthday! Since Molly considers the CFA her extended family, I am trying to create a birthday greetings blitz with her friends. So…HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOLLY!

Molly has been breeding Abyssinians under the cattery name Tigerflower for over thirty years. Mainly working with dilutes, she’s raised countless litters of beautiful, title-winning Abys. Besides her Abyssinians, Molly followed a long New York fashion career – on staff at Mademoiselle and Glamour Magazines, freelance writing for Town & Country, wardrobe and speech writing for the Miss America pageants…she even once met Jack Benny!



I met Molly at a show in Groton, CT back in 2011. It was a memorable show for many reasons: Jacoby achieved his Grand Premiership, I met Richard of Chanan for the first time, and Jake and I dressed up as ancient Egyptians because the second day of the show fell on Halloween. But among the most memorable things was meeting Molly and Red Ferne Moses2 of Tigerflower.


He was quite the little firecracker, little Mosey!


He did well at that show, too.

When I lived in Boston, Molly lived in Orlando, FL and then in New Jersey, so we didn’t get to see her very often…but she did come to a couple of NEMO shows. This is the group of my friends and I after the first day of the first NEMO show…Molly supplied the plastic wine sippy cups.


She and her young red boy, Nik, were enchanted by this spectator at that show.


Molly was one of the few people who came to Björn’s and my wedding…in fact, having guests at our wedding at all was Molly’s idea!


If it hadn’t been for her, we would not have had a wedding party.


She also gave us this incredible stained-glass Aby, which hangs in our front room window in our apartment where we can see it every day.

So…Molly…give your beloved Clawdius a hug from all of us here in Sweden…and have an absolutely marvelous birthday party! We wish we could be there to help you celebrate!

Abys in Need – Cleo and Sara in Florida

Would you believe we have two more declawed Abys in need of a new home? This one comes to me from Molly of Tigerflower Abyssinians, and it about breaks my heart:

Hi everyone – My name is Scott Plate, and my elderly parents, Joan and Harold Plate, have had two registered Abyssinian cats as pets, and we would love to find them homes as soon as we can. They live in The Villages, FL. My stepmother is now in the final stages of lung and brain cancer, and my father has very suddenly had a series of heart attacks and is battling other related health issues, and he won’t be home any time soon. My brother and I are here now trying to manage their care, but we live in Ohio. I have three cats already, and he has two dogs, so we can’t take them on, but we need to deal with them in a responsible way. They are 12 year-old sisters named Cleo and Sara (photo attached), and they have been together since they were in utero, and have never lived a day apart, so they are a package deal. If we can’t place them somewhere together, and it needs to be soon, we’ll need to go to plan B. I don’t want to do that, but some of our our parents’ care, if they do come home, will be partly dependent on people who are terrified of cats, so they can’t be here. I was hoping you could forward this e-mail to anyone you might know to see if there might be anyone interested in adopting these girls. They are declawed, and in very good health – all shots up to date, etc. We’ve spoken various animal hospitals, and the no-kill shelter in Ocala, and they were nice but had no solutions other than more phone numbers. I found you online and am reaching out. My cell is 216-577-8580. Time is short, and many thanks!

Cleo and Sara

This seems to happen a lot in Florida, especially, because of the elder population down there. Once in a smaller, independent pet shop near Tampa that had some rescue kitties in residence, there was an older white kitty girl who looked a lot like an older Kylie…she was about 10 to 12 years old, declawed and she had been found outside just wandering around. Turns out her person died and the kids (or whoever had to deal with the deceased’s home and belongings) just tossed her into the wilds of suburban Florida to fend for herself. Poor thing had never been alone a day in her life…

(And don’t even get me started on the declawing. Abys of all cats don’t need to be declawed! And as purebreds, don’t breeders stipulate that their adopted kittens NOT be declawed? I thought that was pretty standard, but I’m starting to get the feeling that a lot of people don’t think twice about ignoring that bit of the contract.)

(Last rant, I promise: My father is 83. He has a cat. He also has diabetes. The cat, Flint, loves my dad to pieces and is definitely his cat, but he’s a former outdoor cat and will not, captial N-O NOT, allow his claws to be trimmed (also my dad’s a softie and doesn’t want to press the issue and make his buddy angry with him). So my dad just leaves them be. Well, once Flint was napping on my dad’s lap and some loud noise outside startled him and he dug his claws into my dad’s leg…which resulted in a pretty decent gash, even through my dad’s pants. It wouldn’t stop bleeding, and my dad had to go to the emergency room to get it taken care of. Okay, now, my dad used to get his cats declawed. I don’t know why; my sister and I both lectured him on how bad it was, and finally he had a cat who didn’t do well with the declawing and was pretty much a bitter betty for the rest of his life. Now, he won’t declaw his cats. And in this case, I could almost condone him declawing a cat. I mean, if you have health issued to the extent that a cat scratch sends you to the ER and he won’t let you clip or cap those daggers…well, then at least you have some reasoning behind the procedure beyond “I don’t want my couch destroyed.”

Okay, that’s a kind of extreme case, but if my dad won’t get his cat declawed…why are people declawing Abys? I don’t get it. Okay, I’m done.)

Please, please, please, if you know anyone down in Florida who needs two 12-year-old Aby ladies, please call this man. These poor girls are probably super stressed about their people being sick and not with them as it is.