One of my brothers found this white kitten wandering around a grocery store parking lot in October, 1991. We picked her up and took her to our house a short time later. She has certainly lived the life of what can be called “a good cat”. She was a faithful friend to us humans,
as well as good mother.
At one time when she and another cat, Gremlin, both had kittens, they would babysit each others’ babies, giving the other cat some help with cleaning and feeding duties. All the cats we had in our house had a friendship with each other, seeming to have concern when one of them died or something happened to them.
During her post-maternal life, she would often climb on the bed where we were laying, or the sofa where we were sitting, so she could lay on us and we could pet her and tell her we love her. Sometimes she would take naps on our laps.
Then in December, 2003 at 12 years old, she got sick, not able to use the bathroom, and didn’t want to eat. She began looking for a place to take her final rest, and settled on a spot under a white chair in the living room, with her head and front feet poking out from under the chair. On Friday, Dec. 19, my dad and I left the house at about 12:30 PM. I called her name, she let out a faint meow, and I told her goodbye because we were leaving. I obviously knew it was just about her time to go, and when we got back home at about 2 in the afternoon, she was dead.
Shortly before her passing, I told her “I’ll miss you very much, and I’m sure I’ll cry a few times, but I’ll be alright sometime, so you don’t have to worry about me.” For the first year after her death, I did have a few crying spells, but I’m doing better about it now. But I will miss my little Powder Puff, and will always love her very much.
To Powder Puff, a good cat.
| Powder Puff |
| Sammy Reed |