Hell of a Guy

I Just Called Her Kitty…

09/05/2016

She came to live with us in late September 2005. We had been in this house just under two months. We had already assumed temporary ownership of Stella, mixed breed black lab, and to be frank, I had not wanted any pets. She came with her brother, at least we were told they were related, but they definitely looked different to me. At that time, she was Angel, he was Friskie. Living here on The Farm, we thought it appropriate to change their names to Lisa and Oliver.

Stella, Lisa and Oliver soon developed a love for one another. Stella was a very patient host as the two kittens climbed on her, bit her tale and took over her space. There was never so much as a second they didn’t get along. Oliver was the wilder of the two kittens, he loved to be outside roaming around fields of The Farm, and it was one of those times he ran into something a little bigger than he and did not come home. 

The two paragraphs above were written two weeks ago. I just didn’t feel I could finish this piece then, so I stopped. Just how does a 72-year old man fall in love with a cat, or any animal for that matter, but it happened?

Frankly, the kitty was a pain in the ass; she was as demanding as any human could ever be. She spread her hair everywhere. Places in the house I absolutely did not want her to sleep in, she did. She seemed to have a “spot of the week” every week…a living room chair, one of the guest beds on the second floor, our bed. She loved to annoy me in bed. She would sleep between my legs causing me to go through agonizing contortions in order to rollover. She liked freshly drawn water in her bowl, and would sit beside it and meow until The Nancy or I reacted to her “command,” sometimes just moments after we had filled it.

About a month ago she began to act a little strangely, strangely for her. She lost a lot of weight, she was not eating. We got her to the vet and the diagnosis was intestinal cancer. We took her home and tried to make her comfortable, but knew the end was near. Finally we made the decision to put her down. I could not bear to watch it, Nancy did.

I was once told to dogs you are family, to cats, staff. Man, was that so true of Lisa.

I miss Kitty, R.I.P.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
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