"Mordred" June 13 1994 ----- February 14 1997
A Very Special Kitty
Mordred was more than my kitty he was my best-friend.
He would wait for me at the front door
in the mornings when I worked nights as a nurse.
He could always tell when I'd had a bad night
and he would purr and purr and let me cry in his fur.
I was so attached to this kitty that I turned down a full scholarship
to the college of my choice because
they wouldn't let me bring my kitty.
He went with me to my high school graduation
and sat on my lap the whole time.
I was willing to not go to commencement
if they wouldn't let him go too
after all he would help keep me awake at night
when my calculas homework put me to sleep.
He deserved to be there too.
Mordred was the best uncle kitty you ever saw.
He would lay with his sister's kittens and try to nurse them too.
He loved those babies; it was those babies
that helped him recover from a serious injury
that was caused by a horrible "person" and a baseball bat.
Mordred had accidentally gotten locked out of my parent's home
on night in August of '96 and was hit by
my very nasty neighbor with a bat.
He managed to get in through a window and crawled into my bedroom
and let out the saddest sound that I had ever heard.
I woke to find my sweet baby convulsing on my floor.
So at 6:00 am I was trying desperately to locate my wonderful vet.
I discovered to my horror that he was out of state
attending a conference on of all things cats with brain injuries.
I located another vet who was willing to meet me at that hour
and I broke every speed law in the book getting there but who cares.
The vet said that I had to leave my beloved baby with him
for several days while they tried to get the swelling in his brain to go down.
I visited my kitty 5-7 times a day for 13 days
All I could do was hold him and watch helplesly as the IV dripped
medication into his poor body.
On day 14 the vet said that they had done all they could for Mordred
and that I should take him home.
He would live but he could not
walk eat deficate urinate or even meeow any more.
I took my poor baby home and his sister would only hiss at him.
He looked so sad but I think he understood that
she didn't recognize him anymore.
He looked acted and certainly smelled differently.
But those babies who he had loved so well knew
their uncle Mordred and they jumped all over him.
In the beginning I was afraid of them hurting him
but then it became obvious that he needed them.
So I would exercise his limbs force feed him and give him
enemas and cathaters while the kittens would play with him too.
By December '96 Mordred could walk
meeow eat and use the litter box again.
I will never forget how he walked at first.
He looked like a stroke victim
so lopsided and sad. He would walk in circles because
he was still paralized on the left side.
The first time he tried to use the litter box again
I cried and cheered he could only get in half way
but by god he was going to use the box
even if it was the outer wall he peed on.
He was so proud so was I.
Mordred ended up healing almost fully.
He was still a little shaky sometimes and he limped
but he was all there mentally.
The only difference was that he was shy around strangers.
a fact that infuriated my roomates
when I moved out of my mom's house in Jan. of '97.
I didn't realize that it made them mad to see
my sweet scared kitty limp and hide from them
perhaps he was a better judge of character than I was.
He may have been hiding from them
because he knew they meant him harm.
If only I had realized how afraid he was.
On February 14 1997 I came home from work
to discover my sweet Mordred dead.
My roommates killed him for trying to run from them.
I don't know how they did it they wouldn't tell me
I pray it was quick and that he didn't suffer.
I also pray that he wasn't alone.
One of the kittens that had helped me save his life
was also there with us.
I hope she was with him until the end.
Needless to say the kitten and I moved out that night.
I reported the roommates as well as the neighbor
who hurt Mordred to the authorities
but they were unable to do anything about it.
I find some peace in the fact that if these "people" ever hurt
another animal that they do have records for it now.
I hope it helps.
In his short life Mordred showed so much love strength and hope.
I cry still today when I think of him
I wish I could have protected him from those awful "people"
I will never forgive myself for what happened to him.
Mordred was a beautiful orange tabby.
have 2 orange males today as well as his neice and grand-neice.
I will never look at an
orange tabby without thinking of him.
I loved him so much.
I hope he has a soft cloud to sleep on
in heaven and lots of kittens to play with
and peanutbutter sandwiches to eat
(they were his favorite food)
I love you my sweet Mordred my guardian angel kitty.
I will see you again someday my friend.
Love Heather
| Mordred |
| Heather |