I think of Scaredy-cat every day and of how she braved the seasons – the hot & steamy summers, the terrible cold & snow of winter – the many thunderstorms – and the loss, one by one, of her family. Scaredy-cat, a very feral cat, was born to a beautiful “Russian Blue” type cat – but who WAS the mother? Was it Mrs. Willow or her sister Goldie? This remained a mystery. Her father was Old King Cole – her siblings were Slinky,
Mama Teddi, Mr. T, P.G., & Mama Teddi 2.
The only one left, living in my humble abode since 4/3/2000, is Slinky Lee Cole. Scaredy-cat could never again be trapped to be brought into my home (after her initial trapping to be spayed in 1994). She found her secret little places in which to hide, would eat at her “feeding station” & run like a rude guest but was truly just scared and shy. Black & beautiful, like her sister Slinky, Scaredy-cat lived for 13 1/2 years, never straying beyond her very small area.
She was a brave, brave little cat to have survived so long in the cruel elements. She had, for a while, a close friend, Brutus, a huge, older,neutered tom-cat, who succumbed later on to illness. Scaredy-cat was growing smaller, thinner, venturing out less & less from her “shelter box” near her “feeding box”. How very devastating it was to finally have to carry her in the box, to be sent to the Rainbow Bridge. So hard when I remember each morning & evening that there is no longer a scared little black cat to visit & feed. So, she is missed, sorely missed. Although I never was able to stroke her black fur or hold her and pet her, she was a strong presence, never to be forgotten.
With everlasting memories,
| Scaredy-cat |
| 28, Nov 2006 |
| Geri |