I have a nailpolish-related post scheduled for later today,but first I'd like to pay tribute to the closest thing I've ever had to a child.About 17-years ago,my then-neighbor's cat somehow got into our attic.She was pregnant at the time and none of us knew she was there until my dad had to get something from the attic,and was shocked to find three kittens.The first two ran as soon as they saw him but the third stood her ground,hissing and growling to scare him away. Naturally,this is the one I kept.My dad named her Spring because she could jump at least three feet in the air-even as a kitten,"It's like she has springs in her feet!",he kept saying. My parents were initially against the idea.My dad didn't really like cats,and my mother didn't want the extra clean-up.I finally wore them down and they decided I could keep her "Remember,she's your cat" my mother said. To be honest with you I was never really sure who was in charge. I believe that she thought she was the boss and I was her pet-catering to her every whim.She wasn't an overly affectionate cat,when she wanted to be petted,she'd approach you (and when she didn't she'd bite you),but when she felt like being sociable she was an absolute doll. Because she spent the first few months of her life outside,she always loved being outdoors.I was worried about it at first,but once I witnessed her chasing a pig out of our yard,I knew she could handle herself.
Spring was my constant companion.My parents told me that when I left for school,Spring would whine,and wait by my door all day until I returned.She loved sleeping on my bed,especially if she got to snuggle under the covers.
She was a wonderful cat and did not deserve to have her life end the way it did.Let me just say that I will always love dogs- but I don't love all dog owners.Had these dogs been safely inside their houses this morning,my beautiful girl would not have lost her life. I initially went outside because I thought I heard a prowler.The "prowler" turned out to be two stray dogs.My first instinct was to make sure Spring was safe.I looked around the yard to try and get her to come out of whatever hiding spot she'd found.When I couldn't find her I looked in the neighbors' yard and saw her there. Even though I feel like my heart has been broken in half,I count myself blessed because she chose to be a part of my life for 17 years.I'll miss her more than I can say :(
Pinkginger-who is wondering if it's odd to plan a funeral for a cat.