This isn't written. I'm just writing what comes to mind about my cat. So bear with me.
My cat. Her name was Kitty. I had her for 12 years. She's been with me through thick and thin. Through both hard times and good ones. She was my confidant. Whenever I needed to talk about something, I could always talk to her. I know she couldn't answer, but, still, it helped. She was always there for me. I know it sounds like I'm talking about a person, but, like I said, she WAS a person, to me. She WAS a part of my family. I loved her. My family loved her. My neighbors loved her. My friends loved her. She was, the most wonderful cat in the world.
She was about normal size for a cat. She had really pretty fur. (I'm going to get a scanned picture.) It was resembling stripes, with black, dark grey, grey, brown, and tan. She had a white neck, tan legs, and white socks. On every paw, the pattern was the same. She was perfect. Almost perfect. Her tail was shaped like an L with the vertical part of the L attached to her rear. It was her only flaw. No, come to think of it, it wasn't a flaw. It gave her individuality. It gave her herself. She wasn't almost perfect. She was perfect.
When my grandparents told me I could get a cat when I was 3, we went to the pet store that day. They had cats of every color, shape, and size. White cats with fluffy fur and long tails. Black cats with lengthy tails. Every kind you can imagine. And I picked the cat with the L-shaped tail. "Why," were my granma's words, "would you pick her, when you can pick one with a nice, beautiful, long tail?" My reply: "Because if I don't take her home, no one else will buy her, because of her tail." And take her home I did.
Throughout the years, she became so close to my family and I. She always went with us, wherever we went. She stayed at my grandmother's for a little bit, but we soon brought her back to our house. She loved to chase things, like my hand. When she would be hungry, she'd hide just around the corner or in the door, and jump out and swat at your paws as you passed, never scratching though. In fact, I don't think I was scratched by her once in my life. Nor bitten. She was a playful cat. Our dining room chairs had bars on the back; they looked like a jail cell. Kitty would sit on the chair, and I'd rattle a pencil across the bars, and she'd chase it. We said she was playing 'tiger.' She was so close, she let me hold her like a baby, whereas anyone else try to hold her like that, she'd meow and meow until they let her down. 12 years of companionship. 12 years of playing. 12 great years.
But all good things must come to an end. About 6 months ago, about a year and a half after we moved into the house we're currently located at, we noticed a change in Kitty. She lost a lot of weight, and began to eat a lot more, and drink a lot more. She'd sit by the water begging. We'd fill it up, and she'd guzzle it down and ask for more. We figured it was just a stage, or old age. We were wrong. Time passed on, as it always does, with her continual hunger and thirst. Kitty got skinnier and skinnier. Finally, about a month ago, she began to drown her litter box. Literally. She'd urinate so much, that it would leak her litter box. We changed her litter every 3 days, but it still wasn't enough. Soon, she began to just stop using her litter box, and began using the basement. My parents cleaned up after her for a month. Finally, in the past week or so, she began to meow. Not her playful meow. Her agony meow. I mean, you could tell she was in pain. The cat was hurting, and so were we. We couldn't take it. So my dad took her.
To the vet, that is. Today, June 25, 1998, my cat was euthanised, put to sleep, to end her suffering. As I sit here typing this, I am looking at a picture of her I took, right before she began to lose weight. My eyes are beginning to water. Yes. My cat meant a lot to me. She was special. She was more than special. Kitty always knew when I was sad, or crying. I wonder if she knows now, wherever she is. Every night, as I sat on my computer or at my desk reading until the dawn of the next day, Kitty would lay on my bed and keep me company. Right now, my bed is empty, and I've never felt so lonely.
Please, if you've read this, I'd like to know who does. It won't take long. Could you please fill out this form below, and click Send? I'll put all of your names and any comments up right below, so I can see just how many know how I feel, or understand, or anything. Thank you. I appreciate your support.
Damore: 14; Dear Matt, I know how much you loved your Kitty! I am so sorry for what happend. I am shure that although kitty will miss you she is happy right now! -Damore
Susan: 16; Hi Matt....Sorry about your Kitty Cat....At least now she isnt in agony as you said...Hey I liked your cat alot...I always liked to try to play with her and pet her....I can understand how she was your loving companion but as life goes.. its not always fair....Hey at least you still have memories to remember Kitty....thats important... I know that Kitty felt the same about you.....she loved you too.... Lift your spirits! And all you can do is just remember her always!!
Judi D**********: 27; Thanks for your support. I am sorry to hear about your kitty. If anyone understands what you feel it is me. I had a calico cat and she had cancer and we had her operated on and she ended up fine but then about a month or so later she died of natural causes. I understand how lonely you feel right now at a time like this and my prayers are with you. I hope that you feel better about the situation soon even though you will always have a very special place in your heart for her. I love your page and once again I am Sorry!!!!!!!!!
Allison D.: 15; Hi Matt. Sorry to hear about Kitty, but you know what they say. The good die young. Be glad about the time you had together. Cheer up, and hold on to your memories. I know you loved Kitty, and I'm sure that she loved you too.
Bronwen Morey: 14, I feel very sorry for you and your dear Kitty. She sounds like she was a wonderful friend and pet. It's such a shame that things like that have to happened to the most special people. (Or cats)
Meghan: 14, Sorry about your kitty. I also had a family pet pass away. I can understand how you feel.
Alexandra: 14, I had a cat for a very long time. She also became close to us like Kitty became close to you. My cat's name was Smokey. One night we went to my school concert. My mom told my sister to put somokey inside before we left. But we couldn t find her. The next morning this group of kids came knocking. I was in my room. I saw my moms eyes fill with tears. I knew it was Smokey. I ran outside. My dad and the boys were huddled in the street. I couldn't move. I was frozen. Smokey got hit by a car. She had a charm on her collar. It was a heart. The heart was broken staright down the middle. A few months later I started to cry. I missed Somkey a lot. So I prayed for a new cat. One that was grayish like smokey and playful liek somkey. The next morning my brother my sister and I were watching TV when we heard a meow. A little white and gray kitten was at our doorstep. I know how you feel. My advice to you is to keep Kitty in your prayers
Stephanie: 14, Matt, I didn't know Kitty meant that much to you. Man, I liked your cat and all, even though it bit me a few times! But, reading that about Kitty made me cry. Wow. That's not easy to do. Well, I hope Kitty is happy in her "new home." And I hope your new kitten is as great a friend to you as Kitty was. I hope to see your new cat soon. --Steph
Dragonnlady98: 38, Wow, Matt. This all sounds very familiar. My kitty, Cinnamon, went through similar problems just prior to being euthanized 10 years ago. His problem was plain old age, though, his memory just went. At the age of 9 he no longer recognized his litter box (or me). I still cry thinking about him and this happened so long ago! You never forget those who are close to you, whether they are pets or people. Know that you did the right thing, and that Kitty is now happy, healthy, and waiting for you at the Rainbow Bridge, probably getting to know Cinnamon. :) God Bless.
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