My Cat Died

August 25, 2017 by  

Kitty Watching San Diego's Rain

Kitten Chunks & Lumps (Kitty)

    My cat died. That is a very hard thing for me to say, type or accept. It was very sudden; there was no warning at all. She was fine and then we got a call from a neighbor that told us she was just laying in the snow in front of their house. Kitty was collected and brought back home but she was not in good shape. Something had happened to her. There was no obvious physical trauma, no blood or anything like that but she was very traumatized and could barely sit up. I petted her and talked to her and she was lightly purring but she did not seem to have any energy. All of this happened right as I had to leave for work so my parents watched over her and nine hours later, I returned. It was very hard to see Kitty’s condition when I got home. She was splayed out on her side in a very straight manner; normally she would be in a circle. Her front paws were moving in that way that cats move them, like they are kneading bread. There was this special way that she likes me to scratch her ear and when I did that, she reacted to it very weakly but she did react. I stayed up all night with her and then about seven in the morning, I went to bed. Sometime after that, my mom woke me up because Kitty was twitching. I went out there and petted her and the twitching stopped, at which point my mom said I should go back to bed. A couple of hours later, my mom woke me again to say that Kitty was gone.

    I got up and saw my dear little Kitty, gave her some pets, told her how amazing she had been and the how the 14 years we had spent together would have been nothing without her. Everything I’d been through from 2003 through this new year of 2017 would not have happened or would have been very different without her. I’ve never shared the story about how Kitty and I found each other until now.

    Back in 2003 I was living a few blocks off Colfax Avenue, in a Victorian mansion just east of Capitol Hill in Denver, Colorado. In November of that year I heard a cat meowing in the alley. I went to bed and then went to work the next day. That night I heard a cat meowing again, but this time it was a much more urgent meow. I went around back and saw this cat, sitting on the porch of a neighbor that had just moved out. I don’t know if she was left behind by them or was just a stray but when I rounded the corner of the house, this cat was all over me. I lead her around to the front of the house and she cautiously entered. She did that thing that cats do where they smell the ground in front of them before going forward. This is where things get personal and where my cat got her name.

    Here it is, almost midnight and I just invited a hungry cat into my house. I let her in because she was cold but once inside, she displayed all the mannerisms and charm that cats put on when they are hungry and want you to feed them. Those of you that have been there will appreciate what I’m about to say and those of you that have not will learn something right now. Poor people eat two things; ramen noodles and canned tuna. As luck would have it, I was sick of ramen that week so I had some tuna. This cat knew the sound of a can opener and went ape shit when she heard me opening that can. Here’s the thing though; it was my last can of tuna. It was rationed out to be my dinner that night but here is this cat meowing for two nights like she hasn’t been fed for days so, I split it with her. I dished out half into a bowl for her and I ate the rest right out of the can. That was when I told her that since she ate all those chunks and lumps of tuna that her name was now Kitten Chunks and Lumps; Kitty for short. She snuggled up to me in my bed that night but in the morning when I had to leave for work, I kicked her out.

Kitty Sleeping

Kitty Doing What She Does Best

    When I got home that night, she was sitting on the porch. When she caught sight of me she bounded down and greeted me like a dog! She was very vocal and rubbing all through my legs. I opened the front door and she ran upstairs like she owned the place. That was the moment that we decided we belong together. I was still broke but somehow, I found thirty-eight cents to get another can of tuna which we shared. She had been with me ever since, travelling with me when I moved to San Diego in 2008 and came back to Denver ahead of me in 2013. That is the story of Kitty and I.

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