Daisy the Curly Cat has joined her soulmate Skeezix at The Bridge.
I can picture them, together at last, sharing fashion and wig styling tips and reminiscing about the golden era of cat blogging.
Skeezix was dazzled by Daisy. He always said the best day of his life (February 14, 2008) was when she agreed to go steady with him. And at that time, most of the Cat Blogosphere tuned in online to see what question he was about to pop. He was very nervous asking her. He spent days trying to figure out “the snazziest owtfit to ware” for that day. When she said yes, he squealed and nearly wet his pants. Those were good times.
I think of Daisy often. Her spirit is like a butterfly that darts around from here to there and can’t help but make me smile. When I eat bananas, I think of her sweet sister, Pixie. Pixie loved her nanners, but Daisy: not so much.
I thought of Daisy when I was watching this scene from Sherlock:
Who doesn’t remember Dr Daisy and her hours spent playing Operation in her attempt to become a world class surgeon?
Of course, most of us remember Daisy for her extraordinary wardrobe. She even had her own closet:
And how about the Sea Monkeys?
She named the muscular one “Skeezix,” the brave one “Sarge Charlie,” and the one who kept her laffin an laffin “Jeter.” When Daisy’s Sea Monkeys went belly up, she said the the instruction manual said that “if all the Sea Monkeys die, you can let the water evaporate and then add more water again until new babies hatch. I guess Sea Monkeys believe in reincarnation.”
Like the Sea Monkeys, the legend of Daisy the Curly Cat lives on in our memories. Here’s one last memory that won’t leave a dry eye in the house:
What’s your favorite memory of Daisy the Curly Cat?