Caturday: Remembering #cats
This picture, taken in 1991, shows my favorite cat, ‘Mitry and my daughter’s cat, Charlie Bear. Sad to say, Charlie Bear (a Hemingway cat) disappeared during a move a few months after this picture was taken.
I met ‘Mitry, a black and white ball of love, at the animal shelter near San Francisco.
I wanted a kitten, but there were none left. Huge at 1 1/2 years of age, he jumped in my lap and began to purr as if I had 20 cats contentedly curled up on me. After that, no other cat would do.
On his first visit to the vet, I was told that ‘Mitry had a heart problem and probably wouldn’t live past the age of 3.
We moved 4 times between 1990 and 1993, and he flew from Reno, Nevada to Houston, Texas on a plane so that he didn’t have to travel all that distance with us in a rental truck.
The only cat who acclimated to a move from place to place, he immediately quelled any neighborhood cats who wanted to show him who was alpha. All it took was a few swats with a well-aimed paw and they were out of there! Yes, he defended his territory, but he was kind to those who didn’t pose a threat.
He stayed with me until he passed away in 2001 at the age of 13 from heart failure.
I still miss him and the tears are forming as I write this. Some spirits remain a part of you in a place that no other can touch. The one for me is ‘Mitry.