crandc
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Oct 15, 2008
- Messages
- 23,255
- Likes
- 30,138
- Points
- 113
My dear friend.
We met at a cat adoption event. I was looking for an adult cat; most of the felines were kittens. But there was one young adult, graceful and elegant in her gray coat. We talked and I asked if I could pick her up. The human said she wasn't sure if the cat liked being picked up. I said let me try. I picked her up and she started to purr. She was my cat.
I was her second home. In her previous, two young children grabbed at her and a little dog attacked, probably wanting to play but she wouldn't see it like that. She ran away and returned to her birth place, but her mother and siblings were gone. The rescue group found her and put her in foster care until she could find a more suitable home.
Not sure how I would have survived Covid without Lucia. Not only was she companionship during a time of such isolation I felt often like Eleanor Rigby, she was unaware anything unusual was going on. She just knew I was home most of the time giving her lots of attention so she was happy. No one was happy those days. But she was.
When we moved, her first night she cried all night. I about went crazy. But she got settled and made friends with some neighbors, who gave her treats. Plus she had her own room! Lucia was friendly with humans but did not like other cats. She would scream like a banshee if another cat so much as walked by her house.
Even after she got sick she was still happy. She was not yet aware things were wrong. She had less energy but for a cat that just means more naps. Lately, though, things got bad. She had episodes of incontinence. I had to ask myself if my concern was my inconvenience (incontinence on our bed at bedtime is not a fun cleanup) or her condition. But last few days it was clear she was no longer a happy cat. She wasn't even grooming herself. I had to let her go.
Now I just have to live in a cold, lonely world.
We met at a cat adoption event. I was looking for an adult cat; most of the felines were kittens. But there was one young adult, graceful and elegant in her gray coat. We talked and I asked if I could pick her up. The human said she wasn't sure if the cat liked being picked up. I said let me try. I picked her up and she started to purr. She was my cat.
I was her second home. In her previous, two young children grabbed at her and a little dog attacked, probably wanting to play but she wouldn't see it like that. She ran away and returned to her birth place, but her mother and siblings were gone. The rescue group found her and put her in foster care until she could find a more suitable home.
Not sure how I would have survived Covid without Lucia. Not only was she companionship during a time of such isolation I felt often like Eleanor Rigby, she was unaware anything unusual was going on. She just knew I was home most of the time giving her lots of attention so she was happy. No one was happy those days. But she was.
When we moved, her first night she cried all night. I about went crazy. But she got settled and made friends with some neighbors, who gave her treats. Plus she had her own room! Lucia was friendly with humans but did not like other cats. She would scream like a banshee if another cat so much as walked by her house.
Even after she got sick she was still happy. She was not yet aware things were wrong. She had less energy but for a cat that just means more naps. Lately, though, things got bad. She had episodes of incontinence. I had to ask myself if my concern was my inconvenience (incontinence on our bed at bedtime is not a fun cleanup) or her condition. But last few days it was clear she was no longer a happy cat. She wasn't even grooming herself. I had to let her go.
Now I just have to live in a cold, lonely world.
