Thursday, January 22, 2015

Cat



One of the two visiting cats died today. Or maybe late last night.

This afternoon I found her. He or she, I never knew which. Let's say she. And let's give credit where credit is due -- Albert found her. On leash, he pulled me to the camphor tree. All worried-like -- well, I mean, it's Albert. You can break his heart with a toothpick. He loved this cat.



In life, she was shy. But I was patient. I liked her, sort of. She sort of liked me. It took awhile, but eventually we connected. I'm not a cat person. Or rather, I'm a cat person who always says, "I'm not a cat person."

Supposedly, she had people down the street or a block away.

But she visited all the time, and it wasn't long before she rolled on her back and let me tickle her stomach. Yeah, just like a dog. That's kind of when I fell in love.



Probably whoever hit her with their car was nice enough to stop, check for vital signs, and finding none, lay the body in my yard under the camphor tree. Best case scenario, anyway; that's how I choose to picture it.



I never knew her name -- it didn't matter then. I guess it doesn't matter now.

29 comments:

  1. Such a lovely ginger girl, so sorry, KB.

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  2. That's two of my favorite cats gone today, leaving behind two of my favorite friends.

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  3. Ohhh....That makes my heart sad...

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  4. That's the picture I want to hold in my mind. Bittersweet.

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  5. Oh Karin. My heart is breaking. Such a sweet face and darling personality. May she have been taken swiftly and painlessly.

    If Albert, bless his brittle heart, is grieving, you might try giving him some Rescue Remedy. It's available at health food stores generally and seems to help.

    :o(

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  6. She definitely loved u.. I have a cat and mine shows its love the same way.... Albert has a big heart!. you're lucky his survival instinct didn't kick in... then again, animals love the chase.... She sure had a sweet face and definitely had hygiene skills... I am assuming the pics here are of the deceased? if not, my bad, now u have one lonely soul there.

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  7. This absolutely breaks my heart. She's just like my Teddy, who loves to press his forehead into my hand. Ginger cats are the very best. I don't know how any car driver watching where they're going could hit any animal on a narrow road like yours, where they should drive slowly. The only consolation is that she had a happy life of freedom, the ideal cat life. When we were younger we had a succession of cats in England, most of which didn't make it beyond 2 years for all sorts of reasons (mainly traffic) and it never occurred to anyone in those days that they could be kept inside. Of course we didn't have wildlife that eats cats, and thank goodness she wasn't killed by coyotes. Albert and you will need cheering up - would the two of you like a golf ball I found?

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  8. Cut to the heart of the matter, that one. Albert's leading you reminds me of the time my late ginger cat, Rubio, walked me through the scene and story of his brother's fatal assault by coyotes [or could have been a Great Horned Owl] from point of contact to failed attempt to escape to termination, marked by a few tell-tale signs. How can anyone believe animals are not sentient, do not have emotion?

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  9. I know. Damn the way these animals find a way into your heart. Her brother visited this morning. He walked through all the rooms in the house -- I wonder if he was looking for her.

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    1. Yep, he was looking for her... is he meowing? I remember our Cairn went to the door whenever someone rang the bell... she finally stopped looking for my husband after 3 mos... then, her health started failing and I had the 'joy' of having to be the one to have her put down...I am sure she died of a broken heart.- tho they said it was the cancer...

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  10. Poor Cat! Our first mastiff, Sarge, kept cats. Well, I had a cat who had kittens, but they were Sarge's kittens. And when his kitten Graceful fell out of a tree and broke his leg, Sarge led Shannon to Graceful, and then refused to leave Graceful's side all day (Sunday) and night, until I took Graceful to the vet on Monday morning. Sarge mourned for 3 days, certain his kitten was gone, until I brought Graceful home. I'm sorry for you, and especially for poor Albert. I hope Brother Cat stays around for Albert.

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  11. That is horrible. Cats can certainly wend their way into your heart even if you aren't a 'cat person'.

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  12. Oh-oh, this is *not* the day for me to read this all the way through. And I didn't.

    But I'm sure it's full of your insights, humor and empathy.

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  13. She's beautiful ~ I'm so very sorry, KB..... never gets any easier. And poor sweet Albert and her brother. Xo

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  14. I am so very sorry Karin... Poor little cat, such a beautiful and sweet face.
    This really breaks my heart.

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  15. he/she looks just like one of the cats our apartment complex adopted a couple of yrs ago. He still is there everyone helps take care of and adores him and his friend with the stub tail. we even got the money together to take them to the vet and have them neutered. Its like they belong to all of us. My sympathys go out to u and Albert and the bro.

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  16. Anon -- kudos to you and those who live at your apartment complex. What a lovely thing to do.

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  17. What a beauty...taken too soon. I like to think that my Leo is there to greet her and show her around cat heaven. May her spirit be blessed~

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  18. Never, ever give up on a cat. They always repay, hundred fold.

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  19. So very sad...
    I'm glad you were blessed with her presence, if only for a short while.

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  20. I probably will never get my own cat because the outdoor vs indoor question presents such a quandary. I can understand the argument for letting the cat roam outside, in spite of the danger, but I'd be constantly worried. We have cars and coyotes. Plus, outdoor cats kill a lot of birds.

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  21. My Inigo Montoya Fredrico Garcia Lorca never killed a bird, or mouse, or anything. Laundry was his only interest.

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  22. There's no point to regretting things that have gone to the trouble of happening

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  23. My son's chicken-shit cat, Winston, has decided to go outside and play with the wild turkeys in his back yard. He won't stay out more than 30 minutes before he's frantically meowing at the sliding glass door to come back in. And he hates when the neighborhood cats come to sun themselves on HIS back deck. Winston lives on a dead end road, so the car danger is negligible.

    I'll bet Patrizzi's cat attacking the laundry was a hoot!

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  25. That is terrible. So sorry...
    It is a hard and short life for outdoor cats. Especially so, when they are abandoned like this girl and her brother. I'm glad you and Albert had some time with her.

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