Having just returned from taking Mom to her doctor appointment, there you were, sitting on a pallet of shingles on the edge of my driveway. It was the winter of 2000 and having a tree fall on my house I had elected to replace the shingles and fix the four holes punched thru my roof. You had hitchhiked a ride in the dump truck the roofers had brought along with that pallet of shingles. Mom saw you first. There was a winter storm warning and Mom said we can’t leave this cat to die, so we brought you into our home and our lives. You were covered in grease and fleas. You were so small you could fit into a coffee cup, that’s why I named you Itty Bitty Baby Kitty.
For the next twelve years, you brought something special into our lives. You never got along with Barney or Inky as you were just so small and they were so big, but you ruled the house, chasing them off
to leave you alone.
I miss your morning meow to feed you, I miss your kneading bread on my stomach with your tiny paws, I miss your jumping up on my office desk, getting in front of my computer monitor, making me take a break to love and pet you, I miss your tiny paws reaching under the bathroom door, telling me to let you in, I miss your jumping up into my lap and falling asleep, I miss your cuddling up in the bed for a good night’s sleep, but above all, I miss your undevoted love and attention you gave me, you were a grown up kitten and played with everything you could get your paws on.
On January 4, 2012, I had to make the final decision for you. I was prolonging your death, not prolonging your life. You gave me all the signs I needed to bring your sickness to an end.
I will forever miss you, you know you were my favorite kitty.
With all the love I have for my baby kitty,
| Kim James |