This is in memory of Isis (“Sissy”) – a tiny cat with a huge and sweet soul who made my life better
for more than thirteen years.
She was tiny . . . never more than 8 pounds. She was dark brown that looked black with white paws, a white belly, kinky white whiskers, and a funny white moustache that looked even funnier when you saw it in a mirror.
I got a kitty (named Inky who is still with me) from my boyfriend’s parents’ farm. Not long after Inky was born, Isis was born. She was always the cutest thing, but she was scared of other cats and scared of people. It took us more than an hour to catch her, but I knew I wanted her to be part of my family. The poor thing was so scared that she threw herself against the windows of the truck and against the screen door of the house trying to get away. She hid and cried nonstop for two days. It didn’t take her long to get used to her new family (but it took Inky a while to get used to not being an only cat . . . ).
She was a pleasure to be around. She wasn’t a lap kitty, and she didn’t sleep with me. Affection was always on Isis’s terms . . . I had to sit on the floor, and she would do her ritual: quivering tail, rubbing her mouth on the walls and furniture, circling me as I petted her and talked to her. Sometimes, when she was curled up on the bed or the furniture when I came home, she would simply stretch her paw as far as she could towards me and I knew she wanted affection. It was a sweet, graceful and loving gesture that I now cherish.
She loved to chase coins rolled on the floor. She got absolutely goofy on catnip and made me laugh. She loved to chase those glitter pom poms. One of the best memories I have of her is her fascination with music. If I had certain music on, she would go to the speaker, stand on her hind legs, and dig at the speaker, as if to look for the source of the music. It always made me smile. It always amazed me that she was easily half the weight and size of Inky, but she could take him down by the throat when they played. I loved that she was tiny and sweet, yet so strong.
Until the very end, she could not have been sweeter. She died peacefully, while I stroked her and told her how much I love her, how I would never forget her, and how she was the best kitty anyone could ever hope to have.
Sissy, I was lucky to have you in my life. You absolutely made my life better. I know that you are chasing birds, playing, and being loved. You’ll never be scared or sad or hungry or in pain again. I will miss your sweet, soul. It emanated from your tiny little body and
absolutely filled up this house.
You are loved, and
you will be missed.
I love you, Sissy.
| Isis Marie |
| 15, Dec 2005 |
| Stacie |