When I first saw Kit I didn’t know if she was a possum or a cat. She was wild and lived on the wetland property attached to our home. Initially she wanted nothing to do with me. I would leave food out for her on our back porch hoping that one day she’d get close enough that I could touch her.
I would watch her in the grass for hours, lurking around and chasing mice. She was a beautiful creature. Although she lived on the land she kept herself so neat and tidy.
After many months of trying to get close to her, scars on my hands to show her resistance, it got pretty cold outside and one day she came right in the back door.
We bonded immediately. A bond, I might add that lasted for 10 solid years (longer than any boyfriend I’d ever had). This cat was human like. She was the moodiest thing I tell you. She was very possessive and had a very good sense of people.(peeing on Don’s clothes at night when he left them on the floor next to the bed – funny,
she never really liked him).
She took to very few and could find me in a crowd anywhere to plant herself on my lap or my leg. She put up with so much from me. I moved her around alot, had several dogs over the years, all of which she eventually bonded with. Got mascara all over her white fur when I cried and she never even complained about it. I wasn’t the most responsible pet owner, for financial reasons only, but we had a love for each other that no amount of money in the world could ever compare to. Loosing her will be the second greatest loss I have ever felt. (the first being my mother