Thursday, January 22, 2015
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.
Labels: altadena cats