Life moves on and people pass away. I remember when we had our old cat, Mama Cat, thinking about how I would feel when she finally died. She was born in 2000 and died just a few months ago, 17 long years of a good life. I thought about what would be different when she was gone…no more cat water bowls to knock over, or random pieces of kitty food scattered around….and no goddamn litter box too.
I thought also that I’d like it when we left for a trip, and nobody had to come over and take care of our little animal.
But after four months of living without a pet, both Mary and I want one again! I miss seeing the cat sprawled out on the couch, or our many rituals. Mama used to regularly jump up on my bed and sleep at the foot, but before she slept she’d always come up to me and allow me to pet her and cuddle up close. I would spend hours talking to her, and often she’d surprise me by coming into my office and jumping up on the desk.
I miss that affection and the company we got from the cat. When I was away on a trip, Mary would send me photos of her and Mama curled up on the couch in front of the fire. I would almost never be out of her site, she was a very human-oriented animal.
So now—we’ve got a line on a kitten, born on Dec 10 in Leyden, Mass, and she’ll be ready to come home with us at the end of January. I can’t wait!