Our family lost a member this week. Spot came to us around 16 years ago. She was part of a litter of kittens that our neighbors cat had and I got to pick one. I can't remember now what it was about her that I liked, but I think she was the prettiest of the bunch. I remember that she was eating and I took her from her mom, and I'm not sure she ever forgave me. She was a feisty thing in her youth, probably also courtesy of yours truly. I used to like to play "zoo" with her and an overturned laundry basket. She made an excellent lion. She was particular about who she liked and didn't. If she didn't and you tried to pet her, well...you might have lost a finger, or a limb. I fondly recall a story in which I was attempting to do laundry and she had fallen asleep in the dryer on a pile of clothes. Which needed to be moved so I could put another load in. And she tried to take my arm off. So I threatened to turn on the dryer.
She was also an extraordinarily tough beastie. We thought we'd lost her once when she'd been gone for four days. But home she came, limping, but home. That leg wasn't ever really the same ever again. Once she came home and she'd obviously been bitten by a snake. But she slept it off. For one of her litters of kittens she brought home a bunny for them to practice hunting on. That was less than fun. She was an excellent hunter though and our house was never without a dead mouse or two while she was young.
She mellowed much in her old age, allowing strangers to pet her and would actually deign to share your lap on occasion. And finally she passed, in the garden, which is where she would have wanted to go.
RIP Spot...you will be missed!
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