How my cat found me.
by DARKNESSZT, AkA Markangel the Archangel
Jul 22, 2013, 8:09:10 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional
I came home from being a big boy, Navy, wife, house full of kids, Honorable discharge, stupidity, divorce etc... back to Kentucky to help my Mother who was getting on and starting to go a little senile (though still quite able to function normally I felt she needed looked after)
I had been home about 3 months, moping around about my divorce, crying when I was alone and avoiding the company of others so I could... One afternoon my mother who would do anything to make me happy and knew I liked cats, came home from visiting some friends... I heard her close the front door and the next thing I know, she's standing in my doorway, and tosses the most adorably fluffy Himalayan Kitten I'd ever seen onto my bed almost into my lap... I looked up at her stunned because I knew that she DIDN'T like cats very much.
My mother tells me, It was wandering around over by (insert name of elderly couple)'s house, they said it had been for a while and didn't have an owner so I brought it home for you... By this time the kitten was purring in my lap looking up at me and blinking her big blue eyes.
It took a couple days, I was trying to think of a name for her, and I decided that I would let Mom name her (I got a beagle puppy when I was a kid, 2 days before going to camp for a week, I had named him scout. When I got home, he would only answer to "Skeeps" because for some strange reason, my mom couldn't remember what I had named him) I figured if Mom named her, she'd be able to remember it. She thought for a few seconds and came up with the perfect name for her... "Taffy"
I read up on Himalayans and found out that they, like the angoras they get their fur from, tended to die young from furballs. I started spending a little extra on Purina indoor cat food, and she started HORKING up hairballs. Now this is gross I will admit, but better a little mess to clean up than a dead cat.
that was about 10 years ago, to this day, her eyes are bright, she is strong and still plays like a kitten most of the time (when she's not napping or watching birds out the window from the back of the sofa... I loved my Mom, and Taffy reminds me every day why I loved her so much...
