As previously posted, my orange tabby cat, Thyme, had been very old and sick for some time. We lost him on 1-7-09….less than 6 months since our other cat, Abbey died. :( But instead of talking about how terrible it was to lose Thyme, I’m going to tell the story of how we met…
I arrived at my future in-laws house for the first time back in (cough*cough) 1996, I’d been told Thyme (who started out a semi-feral barn kitty) never expressed much interest in people, but I’ve never seen a cat act quite the way he did after we met. He followed me everywhere. Even though he wasn’t allowed in the main part of the house, he walked around it outside, following me from room to room through the windows and meowing. When we went outside, he came running. When we walked the dogs down the road, he followed. He talked at me constantly, meowing with a harsh, raspy voice that was startling coming from a cat. I have no idea what struck him about me…maybe he thought I was his ginger mama. Needless to say, my in-laws (who had close to 10 cats total at the time) were more than happy to let Thyme have me. So when we moved into our own place…Thyme retired from the barn. We spent many happy years together, his favorite place being the same as mine – bed. He helped me write my first novel. My lap misses him.
To lighten things up a little…here is a (poor quality) picture of the bereavement card my mother sent me upon Thyme’s death. She was NOT trying to be funny, and I hate to sound cliche by saying my mother has no clue, but…um:
You might need to have met my mom to understand, but I will treasure this forever. LOL.
And finally…S and I lasted abour FOUR days sans cat before we couldn’t stand it anymore and visited a local shelter. I was determined to find SOME cat out there who no one else wanted, or at the very least, who might love Basil, our standard poodle because he ~misses~ Thyme. So among 200 other cats at the shelter, this tiny little eight pound female went out of her way to get our attention. She followed me around and meowed, and batted at my hands to pet her. When I did pet her, she arched her back so high, she almost fell off her perch! Sadly, she was a teenage mother who’d had six kittens and is FIV+. Feline Immunodeficiency Virus is much like HIV in humans. It can only be spread to other cats (not dogs or humans) via a deep penetrating bite or scratch wound. But being FIV+ meant she had less of a chance to get adopted because (like HIV) people don’t understand the disease. She can still have a long life and live safely with other friendly cats. And now that we have her home…OMG she ADORES Basil! Yay! :D So without further ado…here is Dagny: