*deep sigh*
Feb. 2nd, 2009 04:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reprobaytShe was waiting for a train....
...at least that's how she made it look.
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Over 16 years ago, my family was blessed with being chosen by a street smart kitten of Doom.
Literally.
One night in 1993,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
felishathekitty and I were walking to our neighbor's apartment when a gray tabby about as big as your hand came up to us. She circled us and then 'forced' us to pet her. Lennetta was smitten immediately - I still had my doubts. We had talked about getting a cat but never agreed on what kind. As I pushed L into our neighbor's car, I told her we'd think about it and keep an eye out for the kitten later. That wasn't necessary.
When we got to our apartment (a block away from where we left from), the kitten was sitting on our steps, with a look on her face like "What took you so long?".
We never had a chance.
She was named Cutie by TheChild...after a cousin offelishathekitty who had recently passed away. Cutie instantly became the head of the family - at least according to her. She made us laugh and kept me calm. She sometimes thought she was a dog (she'd rather bite than scratch, she loved to roughhouse and play fetch with a wrapped piece of peppermint). She backed down to no man, woman, child or vet. Actually our family vet used Cutie to train her vet techs and interns on how to deal with a "uncooperative animal" - The final score was Cutie - 6, Techs - 0.
As time passed, Cutie went from ferocious teenager to ferocious Adult to ferocious Grand Dame. The past couple of years took their toll on her - she rarely left our bedroom. She slept more than anything, but if I would be in the bedroom she would be next to or on top of me (whether I wanted it or not).
Sadly every story has an ending. The past week, Cutie's health quickly deteriorated. She was dropping weight, not eating or drinking and slowly moving around. The past couple of days, she just would sit and look around. Like she was waiting for a train to take her to her next destination. I remembered that a friend of mine said that when your cat was ready, she would "tell" you. Cutie and I sat up most of last night. I talked to her and she 'talked' to me. It was time.
We bundled her up in her favorite blanket this afternoon and went to see our vet - Cutie let her pick her up and pet her for the first time in 15 years without being sedated. All she did was grumble a little, as if to say "It may be my time, but I gave as good as I got - I'll be waiting for you on the other side".
After almost 17 years of being my friend, confidante and partner in crime, Cutie went from this world to the next...where she can once again chase all the birds, people and vets she desires.
Thank you for sharing your world with us.
...at least that's how she made it look.
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Over 16 years ago, my family was blessed with being chosen by a street smart kitten of Doom.
Literally.
One night in 1993,
felishathekitty and I were walking to our neighbor's apartment when a gray tabby about as big as your hand came up to us. She circled us and then 'forced' us to pet her. Lennetta was smitten immediately - I still had my doubts. We had talked about getting a cat but never agreed on what kind. As I pushed L into our neighbor's car, I told her we'd think about it and keep an eye out for the kitten later. That wasn't necessary.When we got to our apartment (a block away from where we left from), the kitten was sitting on our steps, with a look on her face like "What took you so long?".
We never had a chance.
She was named Cutie by TheChild...after a cousin of
felishathekitty who had recently passed away. Cutie instantly became the head of the family - at least according to her. She made us laugh and kept me calm. She sometimes thought she was a dog (she'd rather bite than scratch, she loved to roughhouse and play fetch with a wrapped piece of peppermint). She backed down to no man, woman, child or vet. Actually our family vet used Cutie to train her vet techs and interns on how to deal with a "uncooperative animal" - The final score was Cutie - 6, Techs - 0.As time passed, Cutie went from ferocious teenager to ferocious Adult to ferocious Grand Dame. The past couple of years took their toll on her - she rarely left our bedroom. She slept more than anything, but if I would be in the bedroom she would be next to or on top of me (whether I wanted it or not).
Sadly every story has an ending. The past week, Cutie's health quickly deteriorated. She was dropping weight, not eating or drinking and slowly moving around. The past couple of days, she just would sit and look around. Like she was waiting for a train to take her to her next destination. I remembered that a friend of mine said that when your cat was ready, she would "tell" you. Cutie and I sat up most of last night. I talked to her and she 'talked' to me. It was time.
We bundled her up in her favorite blanket this afternoon and went to see our vet - Cutie let her pick her up and pet her for the first time in 15 years without being sedated. All she did was grumble a little, as if to say "It may be my time, but I gave as good as I got - I'll be waiting for you on the other side".
After almost 17 years of being my friend, confidante and partner in crime, Cutie went from this world to the next...where she can once again chase all the birds, people and vets she desires.
Thank you for sharing your world with us.
