- Grandview, Texas
|15 Aug '13 9:06 pm|
Miss B. I Came home from the orthodontist appointment from hell on June 10th. Broad daylight. Two hours before feeding time. Called and called. Heart sinking with ensuing hunt. Now dark, no little black sweetie to be found. And with her, it meant the end. I had had the good fortune to rescue her at a gas station on the major Interstate highway on the edge of Grandview. She had just turned a coy ten years old. She was Samwise's mother. A baby having babies.That was on a Monday. Friday. It is a massive ache, no Coppurr when I go out to feed the barn kitties in the morning. Uneasy, but she could have still been okay. When younger, she used to go journeying, hunting, whatever for two days at most. Second day. Three missed meals now. This is a very savvy kitty. What, oh what, has happened to two of my dearhearts in the space of four days? Coppurr, oh Coppurr. She was one of the triplikitts. Three little tortoiseshell loves who taught me what a tortoiseshell kitty is. She was wildly afraid of me. Miel was the most loving little one, to bafflement as she was a barn kitten I did not get to meet in time to let her know I was harmless when a tiny little one. Yassi was skittish of me, but Miel's actions and love with me brought her around. I hoped Coppurr would come to feel the same, but that did not happen until I humane-trapped her to take her in to be spayed. It was her convalescent time that totally reversed the fear. Close, oh so close we became. She would just about light up like a Christmas tree every time I came outside. A constant companion whilst gardening. The ultimate best weeding session of my life will always be me working in the driveway bed. She came and sat upon the Amazon rock to be closer in height to me, and I would talk to her whilst pulling the weeds. This went on for about five minutes, and then she reaches out with her right paw and gently touches my cheek three times. So special, and I inhaled it for the love it was. She delighted as much as myself when I got the little chairs and table for the back patio. Whenever I went out to write, watch the sunset, or stars, she was right there. We both enjoyed each other's company so very much. I tried several times to get her used to coming into the house at night, but she always fretted and was afraid. And now she is gone, from everything but my sorrowing heart. Her beautiful little only daughter, Bonita, would most emphatically have nothing to do with me, even after assiduous attempts when she convalesced from spaying. But she loved her Mother so much. The second morning Coppurr was gone she (Bonita) looked into my eyes and gave me a worried, I-can't-find-my-Mom meow. She now does not race off and rubs against things to tell me she understands how much I miss her Mother, too. She talks to me and has warmed up to carefully smelling my hand or lightly brushing my arm with her tail. Every morning we talk all the way to the barn about how much we both miss Coppurr.
This was all grim enough, but then on July 22nd. No Cheza for the morning meal. Immediate, immediate fear. He had taken to enjoying the hunt for rats in the field. Scary stuff, no trees to scamper up to escape coyotes. I would keep bringing him back to the barn to give him canned food and treats, trying to get him not to hunt, most especially at night. He enjoyed it too much. And then no more sunny-dispositioned, loving, teasing large tabby fellow to sit with me whilst at the Bluebonnet Bench. Quietly observing my fountain pen leaving funny lines across the page, or pouncing down to attack the toes of my shoes. And talkative. He always started a conversation. So very intelligent and well on his way to be a big, big very handsome tabby fellow. Hollow. I miss him. He was only two years old.
It has been bad, but the death of the poor black kitty who had just found a loving home. . . touched all of the losses, again. And Little Mac's pictures, solo or escorted by ginger fellows on my wonderful Moosey's Cat Calendar have made me hurt for her inexplicable loss and for Moosey, too.