My hoomin gave me the name Skye because she thought I was a charcoal grey, "blue" smoke kitty, and thought that "sky" was a good name for a "blue" kitty. And if the blue was a liddle gray and cloudy, well, that was ok too, because that's what the sky is like a lot where we live. And when she finally realized that I was a black smoke kitty (black outer furs, white undercoat and skin), it still was okay, cuz my sky could be the night sky just as well. She added the "e" to "sky" to match the Isle of Skye in Scotland. My Songs
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Skye SilversongThen she added the name "Silversong" after a while, when I started to make more noises and meow -- she said I had a beeyoutiful silvery voice. She hadn't heard that voice much when I first came to live with her and my bestest friend, Ceilidh (say "KAY-lee"), because my mama had taught me that a safe kitten was a silent kitten -- mama was a wildfree feral kitty who had me and my littermates in a garage on Queen Anne hill. Some hoomins came and took mama away from us, and then other hoomins came and gathered all us kittens together and found troohomes for us. We weren't that sure that we wanted to have troohomes and hoomins of our own, but nobody asked us.
And here I am, in my brandynoo troo home. I'm probably 12 or 15 weeks old here in dis pikchur, sitting onna KittenStand where I sit to luk out da front window. When I first moved in, I hided for 24 hours an Sherry my Hoomin lukked and lukked an lukked for me. I wuz up inna inside uv da bak uv a big chair -- Sherry didn't even know da baks uv chairs have insides until then. So she's learned lots living wif me. But after a while, when I was more used to living here, I stopped hiding (though I still have lots of private places where I go to be quiet an by myownself an Sherry doesn't know where dey are -- I can't fit inna insides of backs of chairs any more tho). TED MaryKay said I wuz a "sensible" kitten, an I fink I'm still a sensible cat -- I don't put up a big fite when dere's nuffin I can do about sumfing. I feel if yew stay quiet an just take fings in stride most efurryfing will work out an yew keep yer dignitee, which is furry important.
Like living wif my own hoomin in my own troohome. After all, it seems to have turned out all right. My hoomin loves me and does her best to take care of me, even though she's a little dim and sometimes I have to explain to her over and over just what I want and what kind of catfud should be inna bowl and things like that. But at first I was a quiet quiet kitten and didn't say a word, even when my she stepped on my teeny paw wif her great big foot. After a while, though, I decided that she was okay for a hoomin, and if I didn't say things to her, she'd never ever learn. And when I began saying things, she said I had a sweet silver meow and added "Silversong" to my name.
And here I am, all growed up. Silversong turned out to be a furry good name, because now I'm Mewsical Director of the Siamese Cat Chorale on rpcc (rec.pets.cats.community). I took over the post from my bestest friend Ceilidh, who was the founder and first mewsical director when she went to the Rainbow Bridge after a long fight wif lymphoma. I'm also a Highland Dancer with the McClowder Bagpipe Band -- we purrformed at the inauguration of Presicat Clarence of Catmerica and had a gudgud time. When it's my turn to go to the Bridge, I'm looking forward to helping Ceilidh with the Rainbow Bridge Chorale that she founded when she got there. But until then, I'll go on singing my own songs here, and listening (sometimes) to my hoomin when she sings the songs she made up just for me. I thought I'd write them down here. I hope yew enjoy them. (Just so yew can see what a beeyoutiful kitty I am, I've added more pikchurs of me, taken when I got blesst at the animal blessing. I didn't think I needed to be blesst, but sometimes yew just can't make yer hoomin lissen to reason, yew know?)
--Skye Silversong, SOC, MDSCCC
My Skye
(to the tune of "Blue Skies")My Skye, looking at me
She is my shy Skye
That I see.She has golden eyes
That shine in the night
Long swirly tail
Paws of pure white.My Skye, hear her sweet purr
She is my own Skye
How I love her.
Skye Princess
(to the tune of "Skye Boatman")Sweet silent girl,
Soft smoky furs,
Gazing with golden eye ...
Happy tail swirl,
Deep rumbling purrs,
This is my beautiful Skye.Paws of bright white
Gleam in the night,
As we fall under your spell.Serene and calm,
Then silver song,
Quiet now ... all is well.Dark silent girl,
Soft smoky furs,
Gazing with golden eye...
Happy tail swirl,
Deep rumbling purrs,
This is my sweet princess Skye.
Skye Silversong passed peacefully to the Rainbow Bridge on June 2, 2001, having succumbed to unexpected and virulent cancermonsters. We are sure she was greeted at the Bridge by her bestest friend, Ceilidh Flurrydance, and reliable sources tell us the reunion went something like this:
At the Rainbow Bridge a roundbrown Siameze is gathering together the
members of the Rainbow Bridge Chorale and passing out mewsic for a furry
speshul welcoming singalong. As the residents of the meadows and trees and
sunny spots at the Bridge come together, a small black smoke and white
figure is seen in the distance. The roundbrown Siameze dashes up to meet
her, followed by one, or is that two, oranj boys, recently arrived, and a
pale beigy-oranj furry fluffy kitty in a #3 hardhat, making a checkmark on
the lisssst fasstened to his clipboard.Hihihihi, Skye! I'm so glad yew're here at last -- I know yew didn't fink yew were going to be joining me so soon, an Sherry our Hoomin wuzn't reddy to see yew go, but now we're together agin, an I'll show yew thuh bestest spot for lukking down an watching ofur her -- yew can visit in her dreemz, justt like I haf. An I can shur use help wif da Rainbow Bridge Chorale --
dere's alla kitties, uv course, but dere are doggies an horses an ferrits an hamsterz an burdies an dat's a bigbig chorus! Oh -- an here are some uther members uv our clowder dat yew nefur meeted before -- da bluepoint Siameze iz Furii, an dere's Nefer an Bela an Abelard an Geoffrey an Gandalf an Furst Fluffy an FluffyToo an Silfa Grindl an dis is Spreckles, my second momcat ... an dere are so menny uv our old frendz here, an noo ones, too -- like liddle Zoe, who just got here -- she didn't expect to be heer so soon either so we're all helping her git settled -- but don't wurry -- yew'll git a chance to meet dem all. But furst, we haf a welcome song fur yew -- an we're gonna sing so dey can hear us down below an know yew've arrived safe an sound. Lissen! And the roundbrown Siameze picks up her bagpipes and accompanies the Chorale as they begin to sing a noo vershun of her song to the toon of "Skye Boatman" :Fly smokey girl
Like a bird on the wing
Soar to the heavens high --
Yours is a spirit that makes us sing
Welcome to beautiful Skye.Soft rainbow light
Spreads through the night
As we fall under your spell....Serene and calm,
Your silver song
Shows us that all is well....Rest, wildshy girl,
Pain is now past,
Under the trees where you lie....
While at the Rainbow, together at last,
We'll sing with sweet princess Skye.--Ceilidh Flurrydance, reunited with her bestest frend, Skye Silversong
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