We interrupt your regularly scheduled mogging and lore for an important announcement. Last evening, one of my mother’s kitties passed away. Her name was Jessica, but she was always Jessie.
Jessie was a fierce mouser and a lover of treats. When not batting around catnip mice or “hiding” in boxes where she seemed to feel most safe to watch the world go by, she was usually curled up on my mom’s arm similar to the pic above. I took that pic with my camera while my mom was away for the weekend. She liked to cuddle with arms and had a tendency to lick them until shooed. (That sand-paper tongue gets uncomfortable after a while.) She also had a tendency to curl herself around the back of Mom’s neck, like some kind of fancy grey and black scarf.
Last evening, she went to one of her favorite places and went to sleep and did not wake up.
I find this hard, even though she was my mom’s cat, simply because I have known her well these past 12 years. In fact, it was I who found her as a stray, crying in the parking lot of the Mexican restaurant next to my work. She was six months old at the time, we later found out. I could not bring myself to leave her there, and so I took her on my delivery route with me. She spent the entire day curled up and sleeping on my lap, purring contently.
My boyfriend at the time was deathly allergic to cats, and so this as yet nameless cat went to my mom. My mom already had another cat, Sabrina, our black cat who is now getting on towards 16, I believe.
Jessie was always a happy and affectionate cat, and I truly hope she is in a better place despite being very missed.