Welcome to the COZY COTTAGE. This is the furever home of the memory of Miss Peach, our 18 year old Devon Rex angel kitty. I am Miss Hunny Bunny, she asked me to pour you a cuppa catmint tea as you read our old fashion mewsings about this and that. Please come by often...one lump or two? Now our precious Hunny Bunny is also an angel cat...please let me be your hostess at the cozy cottage...my name is Miss Hope.

Remember...only in our tomorrows will we realize what we had in our yesterdays.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008


On this day before Valentines, I would like to share my favorite love story with you and my most meaningful quote.
Please enjoy this wonderful story.
"What really counts in life is that at some
point in time you have seen something, felt
something, which is so great, so matchless,
that everything else is nothing by
comparison, that even if you forgot
everything, you would NEVER
forget this!" Soren Kierkegaard

THE WALLET ~~~As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street.I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address.I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue.Then I saw the dateline--. The letter had been written over sixty years ago.It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him. It was signed, Hannah. It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope. "Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?" She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you."I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah.She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!" "Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked. "I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.I thanked them and phoned.The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself.Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was over 60 years old? Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed tobe living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us." Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her."Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television."I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home.The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door.We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye.I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on she left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael." She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.""Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. Iguess no one ever matched up to Michael..."I thanked Hannah and said good-bye.I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?" I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet." I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr.Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times." "Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake. "He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks." I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office.I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up. On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!" "This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.""No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet." The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?" "Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is." He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she?Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged."She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. " "Mr. Goldstein," I said, "come with me."We took the elevator down to the third floor.The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her. "Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?" She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you remember me?"She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"He walked slowly towards her and they embraced.The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces."See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be."About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!" It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration.Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall.They made me their best man.The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, youhad to see this couple.A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted over 60 years.


Isis said...

How lovely that all is Miss Peach! :)

I'd also like to take this moment to thank you so very much for helping me at my tea party yesterday! :) You are such a wonderful ladycat and the bestest Lady in Waiting any queen could ever wish for! :)


Astrid, Kashim & Othello said...

Oh gosh. momma's eyes are all leaky now. what a wonderful and yet tragic story.

We hope you're all well and you lovely Miss Peach are not too exhausted from the dashing tea party at Isis' yesterday! You really did a great job!

hugs K&O

Mickey said...

Good Morning Sunshine!!!
That was the best story! Got Mom all leaky in the eyes ;)
Just shows,if it's meant to be ,it will be. Perfect for Valentines Day :)
The Tea Party yesterday was a sccess. Tillie & Georgia loved meeting so many ladycats and I ebjoyed the mancat company. Your tea and snacks were superb!
Isis is so lucky you are attending her.
Have a restful day Sweetie. Purrs Moonshine

Diamond Emerald-Eyes said...

It's a lovely little tail.

Princess said...

Awww what a story.

I hope your mommie is all better now.
I hope you have a nice happy day


KitKat said...

That was a beautiful story Miss Peach.

Queen Snickers and Empress said...

What a bittersweet story!! ~Queen Snickers

Jan said...

Yes, that is a beautiful love story.

Hope the tea party went well yesterday.

jans funny farm

DEBRA said...

Oh Miss Peach what a lovely story especially for Valentines...it just shows how love lies on in all of us....


Anonymous said...

What a beautiful and touching story Miss Peach. Mom had tears in her eyes reading it.

Never give up on love!

Lorianna said...

Oh Miss Peach and Karla thank you so much for sharing that sweet story. Love truly is the best gift of all, no matter what day it is, isn't it?
Have a Happy day.
Love and Purrs,

Mo said...

Hi Miss Peach!
lovely story

Not The Mama

Cheysuli and gemini said...

What a lovely tale!

Luna said...

That is so lovely, Miss Peach. I read it later again, to understand everything, sorry ,I´m too slowly in English reading ;-)

It was a nice tea party yesterday, I enjoyed it so much.

Today I posted your letter, if you would like to come and see it.
Karla, ich werde deinen Tee morgen trinken. I wish we could drink it together with some self baked cake :D . Hoffentlich geht es dir wieder besser.
Viele liebe Grüße
Stefanie und purrs from Luna

The Furry Fighter said...

aw that is such a cute story...is it real? *hopes*

i am sorry i missed the Tea Party Ms Peach...I am gutted that I didn't get to go. My Bean didn't blog for a day or two so I missed out on all the fun :(

Definitely next tim though! xxxx

The Devil Dog said...

That was lovely, Miss Peach, thank you very much.

Roxy & Lucky

Kellie The Orange Cat said...

Oh my goodness, that story made me and my Mum have chills down or spine. God works in mysterious ways!

Yesterday I received the valentine you sent, what a thoughtful card my dear Miss Peach! Thank you so much, it meant alot to me.

You and your Mum are very talented!

michico*Adan said...

This is a lovely and sad story.
Thanks for sharing with us!

Sassy Kat said...

Wow, what can I say. That story was wonderful though making me sad. I always enjoy reading your posts. Hope you have a happy Valentine's Day tomorrow. Be sure to stop over as I have Valentine's gifts for all.

Willow said...

Miss Peach,

I came over to tell how wonderful it was to just share a cup of catmint tea with you on my birthday. You really do make me smile.

Then I read this wonderful story that you have posted today... My Food Lady also has leaky eyes...

Purrrrrrrrs, Willow

P.S. I will have my birthday pictures up tomorrow!

Rascal said...

Wow. I'm too mancatly to usually go for this kind of story, but it was too good to not like. Purrs!

Camie's Kitties said...

That is a wonderful story Miss Peach. It is sad when something like that happens, but we are so glad that it worked out finally.

Tiki, Tavi, Cody and Camie

Anonymous said...

Oh, *sniff*!!!! What a precious story, darling sister -- thank you so much for sharing it with us. Mom got all leaky-eyed, *smile*!

I hope you are having a wonderful Valentine's day, dear heart!

Much love and sistersnuggles and warm purrs from your adoring Marilyn!

Queen of Halloween said...

Mommy finally got around to visiting and truely loved the story. Very touching she said! She also said that one is never to old to find love again...maybe there's hope for yet? Happy to see that you are still well and we lurk here sometimes without leaving messages just to make sure you and yours are hanging in there with us all. It looks like you are well attended by friends...Lots of purrs...Suki & QoH

Benjamin Fuzz said...

what a beautiful story with a happy ending! mom's eyes are leaking.

love is good thing!

ben (who just happens to be your brother...in case you were wondering. mol)