Kira was a special cat (well, they all are, aren’t they?). I adopted her from a shelter with two other unrelated cats, Crow T. Robot and Natasha. For being unrelated, they got along wonderfully. Kira was full grown, about two years old, when she came home to my apartment. I was clued in to what a wonderful cat she was the first day home. After I let them out of their carriers after the initial trip home, I sat quietly in a chair and let them figure out where they were and that all was well.
I wasn’t going to try to approach or pet them until they seemed comfortable with their surroundings. Well, Crow T. Robot immediately started sniffing around and exploring, Natasha hid under the La Z Boy and didn’t come out publicly until three days alter, and Kira, darling Kira, jumped up in my lap and said “pet me.”
Another story I love to relate was my moving story. About a year and a half after I adopted these cats, I bought a house in Plaquemine. As I was packing up and moving, Crow T. Robot and Natasha were sort of apprehensive, but weren’t really bothered. Kira, on the other hand, was a basket case. For the two days we packed and moved stuff, she paced, she wailed, she wouldn’t be a lap cat – a basket case! Well, came the time to move the cats and we did manage to get her in the carrier and took her to Plaquemine. Now, Kira was always a sweet cat, but after we put her in the new house, she became even more sweeter and a even more loving cat, if that was possible.
As near as we can figure, Kira previous owners moved, and in the course of the move, dropped her off at the shelter. So, all she knew was that when moving activated commenced, she would get dropped off at the shelter again. I can see her telling Crow T. Robot and Natasha “I’m telling you, we’re getting dropped off – this is what happens when they move – I’m telling you!” Well, when she found out that this time, when we moved, EVERYBODY moved. Her brother and sister, and me and her toys and bedding and everything else. She must have confirmed to herself what I could have told her along – “I DO have a forever home.” And she did. I will miss her.
For my Kira,
| Kira |
| Barry Ingram |