Thursday, January 8, 2004

Our other girl...Patches (baby)

For 30 years, I fought it and claimed to not be a "cat" person. The sad truth is, I've secretly always adored kitties. When I was a very little girl, we had an indoor dog, and my daddy had a few hunting dogs. But being the girly-girl that I was, I wanted a kitten. At age 5, my parents let me have my first kitten. A beautiful little Siamese kitten. I named it, Kitty. Kitty caught something, and died after I had gotten good and attached to her. Then, a few months after that, one of daddy's renters asked if I wanted one of their kittens, I asked my parents and they were hesitant, after having to deal with my grief over Kitty, but agreed. I don't remember this kitten's name, or whether it was a boy or girl. Perhaps I've blocked as much as possible. This kitten followed me everywhere I went. It was summer, and I had a playroom in the basement. This is where this little tabby and I played and snuggled. The kitten knew that my parents kept milk in the extra refrigerator down there, and I always shared my milk with it. You know how cats always follow you to the fridge, and try to get in there? I guess they know that's where the goods are. One day, I was getting us some milk & I turned & let the door slam to pour some milk into the kitten's bowl. I turned when I heard a flopping noise. That's when I realized, I had injured my little kitty. Yes, it's little head got caught in the fridge when I slammed it, and I broke it's neck. It died in my arms as I screamed for mama to come downstairs. I'm serious, I was severely traumatized after that. It still makes me feel horrible when that picture enters my mind. "That's IT!" my mama told daddy. "She can never have another cat! She may never get over this!" We did have a tom cat who wandered up a few years later, but he was never allowed in the house. I played with him outside, and he'd cat around for days, and then, wander back. One day, I found him in the curve, he'd gotten hit by a car. So, you can clearly understand why I thought I wasn't a "cat" person. I'm bad luck to cats! They would do the sign of the cross when I crossed their paths. But, then, 30 years & 2 cats later, that 5 year old little girl in me, has peaked out and admits that she loves cats! The girls are part of our family, and you can see, that between the two of them, and Stephen, we just work for the 3 of them. Stephen & cats RULE!

 

7 comments:

andreakingme said...

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. I'm so sorry. Cripes! Here you go again making me tear up. Poor, poor kitty. Poor, poor little girl.

I was SO not expecting this one, Mia. ::snif, snif::

miarenee24 said...

Oh Andrea... I'm so sorry. I try so hard to not make people cry in my journal, and sometimes I manage to say something refreshing, or even funny. But...it just rolls out this way. Sorry 'bout that :( But, you know.. it's the 1st time I've ever written about that tragic story. I just had to get it out, I guess.

freeepeace said...

Awww ... my first reaction was upset at your mother for the way she handled your trauma about the 2nd cat. I let out a loud "OHHH NOOO" [and Hunny came to my feet!] Pretty perceptive of you to realize your love of cats through your process. [believe it or not, I was like that with kids - claimed not to like them for many years ... PAH!] Your cats are beautiful! Your neighbors probably have some cat-trauma story of their own. But for now, they're just meanies! :P

aims814 said...

Yeah, Freee... you know, in a way I took it as, "she's not responsible enough for a pet!" I think after that whole... thing...I was afraid that if i got another kitten (even at age 35) it would somehow, tragically, die and it'd be something I DID to it. :(

s0ngbird1962 said...

Awww your poor lil Kitty & how sad for you as a small child. SO happy that your cats found you & that you found the confidence to love them once again....

plieck30 said...

Well you gave them a good home and that is what is important. Accidents just happen. The best thing for the grief is to get another. Paula

cpadg10280 said...

I loved your cat pictures and stories.  How sad a beginning for you but that is in the past and you can enjoy the love you share with them now.
WE have 2 cats also.  One adopted from a friend (Sept. 98) and a runt who ran in front of our car and had it's tail stripped clean.  We took it to a vet, paid for a tail amputation and she has been with us 2&1/2 years.  She must have been wild as she is still very skittish and only trusts us.  What joy they bring!
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