Vashti H. Flannagan, old soul and cantankerous cat, joined the yard triumphant on Thursday, June 10, 2010. Having lived a full life (fuller than we will ever know), she celebrated her twentieth birthday at least twice. Vashti was an active member of the Act Like a Pillow party, the Grow Huge Hairballs club, and the Early Morning Soliloquy Society. She is survived by an adoring sister, Addie, an estranged roommate, Esther, and two overly involved caregivers, Katie and Meg. A private service will be held followed by a savory salmon feast. In lieu of flowers, adopt an old cat from a shelter.
The following poem was found in Vashti’s favorite cushion:
There was an old cat named Vashti
Who lived secret lives – definitely!
She talked every day
‘til in the face, grey,
Wondering why no one heard clearly.
Why didn’t they appreciate
The things she’d sit and contemplate?
Ignoring her voice;
Instead hearing noise.
So she decided she’d vacate.
Adventures awaited afar…
She’d dreamed of being a star
Something dramatic,
Leaning dogmatic,
To tell all the wonders there are.
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