August 25th 2007 8:33 pm
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I've had pets nearly all my life. I have loved each and everyone,yet I find myself often reflecting some more than others--not that I didn't love all of my pets equally I did, it's just that some stand out in my mind more.
I could probably write a book about all my pets that I've had and share my experiences I've had with them, and who knows, maybe one day I will. But in this case, I want to share one story.
On May 12, 1983, both my mother and I were home, and she was noticing, when looking out the window, some kids playing across the street from us. Yes, they were playing, but what they were playing with wasn't exactly a football that they were tossing....it was a little kitten. They thought it was a joke to toss that kitten around to each other. Infuriated, I stormed out of my apartment, went up to these kids, yelling at them, and my language wasn't exactly ladylike...I was yelling things like, do you think it's nice to treat that kitten that way? Of course they thought I was a nut from He!! with my ranting on at them. Not knowing what the fate of this kitten would be if left to these kids, I took the kitten from them, and yes "adopted" it.
She maybe was only a month old, a silver tabby female, and the distinguishing mark on her was that she had a pure orange tip to her tail--making it almost look like a little light bulb glowing...I named her Tippy.
Now I did have about five other cats as well, but she and I bonded like crazy. She always slept with me, she followed me around like a puppy dog, came when I called her and so forth. Then things changed...Some years later, we got another cat, Bobbie, and while a nice cat, for some reason he just loved tormenting Tippy, why I don't know. I mean, no there weren't horrific fights between the two cats, but he did scare her...scared her so much, that she felt the only safe place to be was up in the kitchen cabinet over the refrigerator. She would never come down from there and remained up there in her little safe place for something like ten years! I had to place food up in the cabinet for her, place a pan up there --the works...She just wouldn't leave that spot of hers.
Then by an almost miracle, one day, she came down around the last week of August of 1999. Now maybe little alarms should have gone off, but the only thing I thought of was how great she finally came down after all these years.
The great thing too, was that Bobbie had finally left her alone...She walked around my home the way she used to, she came up on my bed and snuggled up near me, and even did her famous little back rub that she had used to do in years past.
Then one day I woke up, and saw her on the floor near the foot of my bed. I thought she was just sleeping, but no, as you can guess she had died during the night, and the fact that she was near the foot of bed, told me that even in her last moments she wanted to be near me. She died August 31, 1999---and I still remember her and think about her. And everytime I look at my present cat, Kissy, she looks remarkably like Tippy, except doesn't have that little "light bulb" at the tip of her tail.