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Jazz, Jazz-ma-tazz, The Black-Faced Devil
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April 15th 1996
My feet, a catnip mouse, pony-tail holders, milk-carton lids
Favorite Nap Spot:
Puddle of sunshine by the back door, my office chair
She could open any door, jump to scary heights, "float like a butterfly, sting like a bee"
After my gorgeous blue point male, Kitten, died, I was mourning deeply, as was his female companion, another blue point meezer named Kerrie. I felt strongly that Kerrie and I were not ready for another kitty. My vet thought otherwise. She called one day and said she had just the kitten for me. Jasmine was the runt of a litter that had been brought in by a breeder. She showed signs of future neurological problems--her pupils were slightly different--and the breeder left Jazz to be put down. The vet knew I would adore her, but warned me I might not have her for a long time. But she was the most gorgeous kitten ever!! She looked like a toy. She lived ten spectacular years before she had a stroke in September 2006.
For ten years, Jazz turned cat people to mush and dog people into cat-and-dog people. I don't know why--she smacked everyone with her gleaming black paws. She grew up to have creepy people eyes, and looked deep into the soul of all comers. After she passed, my mom wrote a note that I will quote, as it kind of says it all..."When you got Jasmine, I knew she was special from the first time I saw her, that tiny thing perched on the back of your chair. But who could know she would have an impact on every single person who ever saw her? After meeting Jasmine, nobody was ever the same."
I know this all sounds like love-is-blind mommy-talk, but it's true. She was so human-ish, funny, impish, creepy at times, one of my friends used to say, "Jazz isn't a cat, she's a experience." She crossed over at home, 24 hours after her stroke. I held her the entire 24 hours. When I finally put her down, only long enough to brush my teeth, she took the opportunity to zip across the bridge while I wasn't looking. It was her final act of sneakiness. So very Jasmine. I was so sure that's what she'd do, I came back into the room expecting her to be gone. And she was.
I am Jasmine, hear me roar.
I've Been On Catster Since:
|April 26th 2008
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