posted on Oct, 1 2016 @ 09:09 AM
I just said farewell to my street kitty.
Missy was one of those cats who adopts you. About a year before we moved out of our apartment, a yearling stray showed up with the ferals around the
complex. She didn't really fit in with them and she seemed to be about half socialized, always flirting with letting people touch without quite
letting you do it.
Long story short, she decided she WOULD move in with us, even though we already had three cats, one more than we were technically allowed to have. At
the time, we thought we would bring her in, vet her up, and find some sucker who wanted a nice cat. She was a pretty, long-haired tortie and we
figured it would be an easy thing to do. We'd done it with one or two of the complex strays before.
Then ... we found out what her personality was like, and realized that no one in their right mind would adopt her.
So we were stuck.
Missy was never very friendly. Oh, sure, she came around for her attention when she wanted it, but as soon as she was done, she started mouthing or
would take a swipe with just enough claw to let you know she was DONE. She might or might not move off your lap though.
You could pick her up, even carry her, but you had to make your arms a shelf. If you tried to restrain her, she went nuts although my husband could
flip her over on her back and get her to settle a bit so long as he let her chew on his hand and growl real loud. If you went to move her from where
she was intent to be, you had to just do it. She would growl, mouth your hand and set claws like she was about to take you to the woodshed, but she
never did. It was more about making a big show that she could. But it was scary if you didn't know what she was about.
Still I sit here shedding some tears, knowing that despite her cantankerous ways, I will very much miss her.
RIP Missy. I hope what lies beyond for kitties welcomes your curmudgeonly ways and that you feel better soon.