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My 'Gotcha' day, many years later

July 8th 2011 10:08 am
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Dear Mommy, (and Daddy, because although you came to me later, I still love you alot),

Many years ago I 'came in from the cold'. I will aways remember that I, a grey and white semi long hair cat seemed to have grey and darker grey ragged coat. I had lived on the block for awhile, with litters of my kits, and then they would grow up and i'd have another.
With the last litter I had I picked the unfortunate place to keep them behind a rosebush in the next door neighbors yard. The woman (hiss!!!) took out a hose and sprayed them, little things that they were, with cold hose water. I'm glad it was summer. I came and stood before them and yowled at her. She threatened to poison me and went to hit me with a rock.
Then, mommy you ran out of the house, and down the steps. You stood on the other side of the fence and you SCARED that woman (yesssss!!!!) You told her you'd make sure she went to jail for animal cruelty. When her husband came out you told him the same thing. They ran back into their house, and you and your sister spent an hour gathering up my kits and getting them into the basement.
Your sister didn't think I'd come. After all, I was 'feral'. I guess that she didn't know, my mom without too much fur, that by then, I knew you were my friend. You went and got a plate of food, and then, held it out to me. I followed you, and the sound of my kits crying, down the basement stairs and into the small apartment that belonged to your sister.
You got my kits and I in to the vet you worked for, the no kill shelter you worked for. When we got there, your vet friend told you the kits were old enough to go for adoption. You watched me with them, and buried your face in my neck and cried. You cried because you knew I loved my kits, and wouldn't want them to go. But you knew it was best. You took me home that night and watched me walk around looking for them and crying for them.
A few weeks later, you bought me in to get spayed.
I can forgive you that you found another home for me at first. You felt it would be best, and when a co worker fell in love with my good looks and promised to take great care of me you agreed. But I didn't want to be there, I wanted to be home with you. So after 3 fruitless weeks of me not wanting to come out to him or his wife, you came and got me again. And when I got home I jumped up on your bed, and groomed and you put down my favorite food and I went and ate a bit then jumped back on My Bed.
When Daddy came to join us, I told you I loved him because I slept on him, and would groom his face sometimes. I guess I felt the fur on his face needed it.
When you took in the others, I was not happy-I guess I never will be, but you know, Mommy, the cat in me that lives with you doesn't like it...I want to be the only one. But in my Soul, I know you could have done nothing else.
When we moved, I didn't like it, going from sleeping on the bed with you to the love seat. But in the mornings you come and brush me and love me and pick me up and say 'My Bellisimo' and hold me close to you. You worry over me, and I know it. I know that as I gaze at you, you worry about me being thinner, less active, and you worry at every vet visit as I have gone into my Senior years. But yet, I have ascended the stairs of being 'Elderwise' with grace, and as the Matriarch I am of the felines of this house. I head this Tribe of Small Tigers, and have never ceeded that crown to any other cat.
You worried over me when I had that weird thingy that made me sick that Big Vet-Dr. Paloni-cured. And when I see Dr. P, I know how lucky I am, even when she's giving me my B 12 shot that Auntie Lisa and the IBD kitties told mommy about. And I thank all my good Catster friends for being there for us, and for sitting on the virtual porch as an 'olde furt' and share about pancretitis and arthritis and oh, all the 'itis's'. Thank you all for your wisdom and love....Big Harry, Kaci Sunshine, who seems to have alot of my own 'stuff' and understands, Queen T, Hazel Lucy, Boxie Brown, Finney and Lacey and Alex, The 'A' Team (yes, I love Apollo, even though he's at the Bridge) Miss Ivey who's newly 'in from the cold' and her family..the Trouttown tabbies, who make mommy smile, Simone, Marrakesh and her mommy, Ingen, becuase she's so cute, Sweets because she's 'up there' too, and to, well, more of you than I have know here and could go on and on about. Thank you for reaching back to me, to mommy and daddy, for caring.
I love my mom. I love my daddy. I know they worry. I understand. I bear with the things that come with age, but I enjoy my sun spots, my window to gaze out of (even if it does seem to face another brick wall, I can always look up at the birds or at the squirrel that comes to the fire escape), and lay on my blanket and enjoy the breeze, or the cool air as it touches my nose. I purr as mommy brushes and pets me, and leans over and kisses me after she gives me my pill. The whispered 'I love you, Bella' that sometimes comes with a wet spot on my head. Don't worry Mommy....becuase I love you too. Please don't worry too much. We, as felines, well, we live in the moment. We relish the quiet afternoons on the sofa, the 'pop' of a can, the tidbit of chicken or roast beef, the smoothing of a brush across our coat, the warmth of the sun.
I cherish you, my friend, my guardian, my person. I am so glad we found each other, and so glad I share your life. I'm so glad Daddy is here to give me pets and sing to me and even give me water under my skin. I love you and I am so happy....never doubt that.
So...I look back at the memory of a skinny, cautioius eyed kitty that stood on the back of a fence, and gave in to trusting, one more time....and am so very glad I did.

Love always,
Bella

 
 

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Purred by: Laura W

July 8th 2011 at 11:17 am

Cats are Wonderful Friends

Gentle eyes that see so much,
paws that have the quiet touch,
Purrs to signal "all is well"
and show more love than words could tell.
Graceful movements touched with pride,
a calming presence by our side
A friendship that takes time to grow
Small wonder why we love them so.

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happy gotcha day bella

love from dude k, boomer, dai$y, tuna N sauce
Purred by: Mr. Spot (Catster Member)

July 8th 2011 at 11:37 am

HAPPY GOTCHA DAY MS. BELLA!

We were looking at your pictures and Jen just noticed you have a red spot on your nose. She loves Ingen's lil pinky nose, Baby's dark pink nose outlined in black and my pink & black nose. Yeah, I know, Jen's kinda weird, but we luff her.
Purred by: Monida (Catster Member)

July 8th 2011 at 12:46 pm

Happy gotcha day! You have a very sweet story.
Purred by: Moma Ivey (Angel DG # 25) (Catster Member)

July 8th 2011 at 7:47 pm

Happy got cha day dear sweet Bella. You write so beautiful.
Purred by: ♥ Jezebel RIP ♥ (Catster Member)

July 9th 2011 at 12:38 am

Hope you had a pawsome Gotcha Day!
Purred by: (My Angel) Marrakech (Catster Member)

July 9th 2011 at 12:53 am

Uh ohhh! Mommy's snuffling and her eyes are beginning to water.

Happy gotcha day, Bella. You have the best Mommy and Daddy.

XOXO
Marrakech
Purred by: Bella My Beautiful Angel (Catster Member)

July 9th 2011 at 5:16 am

Just wanted to explain...when we moved to the apartment, Mommy and Daddy did try to bring me in to sleep with them, but I wouldn't do it. Daddy beleives that the loveseat set up with the TV in front and window next to it reminds me of my 'old' bedroom, and the breeze coming in on me.

Thank you all for my wonderful wishes on my 'gotcha' day!


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