"August 27, 1987 - March 15, 2005"
Sex: Female Weight: 13 lbs.
"Midi's last Halloween, 2004, and one of my favorite photos of her."
"Midi's first Halloween, 1987. She's about two months old in this photo."
"Her first photo ever taken. She'd pee in that houseplant, so one of the two had to go. Of course, she won."
"Her last photo ever taken. She's loving the new screened-in porch, where she would spend hours napping in the sun and looking out at her yard. Some of her happiest moments came in her final years."
"Midi's last Christmas, 2004. No need to lay under the tree much, when you have a snuggle topped with a fuzzy blankie."
"Midi steered clear of present opening, but she loved to hide in the artificial limbs before the tree was put up and reach out to tap you, she loved to sleep on the tree skirt throughout the season, and when still young she earned the nickname Tinsel Butt."
"This is a young Midi, but the photo foreshadows her love of being tucked in with her own blankies at night on my bed, to keep her warm in her later years."
"Midi's favorite nap spots were cardboard boxes. The tighter fit, the better. She had several around the house. I once covered one with wrapping paper to make it look purposeful, if not decorative. But, she'd rub her chin on the corners, so it didn't last."
"Midi loved her snuggle balls, she'd never fluff them. She'd break one in so much you would touch inside and feel the floor through it. But, if you fluffed it, she wouldn't use it again. She liked it how she had it, thank you very much!" [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
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Given name, Midnite, but never usually called by that. Midi. Mid. Babe. One of the "girls." La Petite Merde. Tinsel Butt.
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August 27th 1987
Sunning herself. Boxes. The deck and porch. The garden. Her snuggle. My lap.
Company. Being waken from a deep sleep.
Catnip sacks. Pony tail holders. Pipe cleaners. Sprinklers on sticks. Hand-made stocking balls. The "crane game" hand. A finger waving at her.
Favorite Nap Spot:
In the sun by the sliding glass doors. Cardboard boxes, where ever you'd leave one for her. My lap, where ever I'd leave it for her. Her snuggle ball in the living room. My bed. The "warm spot" on the floor. Under the end table, couch, or bed.
She ate Friskies her whole life. Also liked Fancy Feast. Friskies Tempations and Pounce were her favorite treats. Chicken and turkey, whether lunch meat or carved. And, Arby's roast beef.
Coming to a whisper call. Waking up and coming from her hiding place to the sound of the sprinkler toy. Holding herself back (to NOT jump, which in turn got her more freedoms.) Being there.
Midi was in a litter of black and gray/white kittens, some with and some without tails. I wanted a girl gray, before we started looking, but the only grays were boys or had no tails. Midi was a tiny girl, she could fit on the palm of your hand. She came up to my Mom and me, and my Mom knew then she was it. I knew shortly after. (By the way, one of her tailed gray brothers was adopted by my mother's friend and lived to 15.)
She was truly my closest friend and confidant. Because the cats in my home before her were both killed by speeding cars, Midi was strictly an indoor cat, until her last few years. She was never really a big jumper, so we bit the bullet and chicken wired in the entire deck. She relished in the outdoors, never testing the boundaries. So, when I fenced in my garden, I included the steps to the deck within it, so Midi could come down in the garden with me. She'd lay in the sun, sniff under the bushes, but came when I called her. Midi lays in peace under those steps now, in the garden that gave her so much joy and pleasure during those last few years.
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Black Cats Crossing our Paths, BlacKat Lounge
On Loss and Love:
Midi came into my life after the death of a cat. The day Morris died I was asked if I wanted another cat, and I did, right away. People often look at a widower funny if they quickly remarry after a long marriage, as if the loss was so easily replaced. I happen to see things differently. The value of the relationship and the companionship that came with it was so dear, that the loss was too great to not have someone understanding by their side. The second marriage serves as a living tribute to the loss of the first. I didn't know if after 17 years with Midi, I could have another pet - the loss would be so great. I didn't want to think about it while she was alive, even though she was getting older. But, the last week of her life, Midi freed my mind of that guilt. I was given hope that I would love another pet when she left. Midi passed on Tuesday, March 15, 2005. And, on that Friday I filled out the adoption application for Lucie, a dog - who, I believe not coincidently, was found wandering the streets on March 15, and with a three-day hold on strays, could only go up for adoption on Friday. Within two weeks of knowing Lucie, I could say I found love again. And, I can thank Midi for helping know it when I found it.
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