My SIL just called to tell me they found Grey Kitty. She disappeared about a week ago, and while it isn't unusual for one of their cats to go missing for a day or two and then reappear, I felt in my heart she was gone. The found her up above in the barn, lying in the hay. We don't know what happened.
I took her to a TNR clinic as a young adult probably eleven years ago. She turned out to be very sweet and would always come to get petted whenever I visited them. When she was little their black lab would carry her around, and throughout her life she liked to lay on top of him to sleep. In the evening when my brother and SIL walked out in the pasture, Grey Kitty would always follow.
There are coyotes at their place and I was worried they'd gotten her, so finding her at least gives me some closure. Although they always called her Grey Kitty, she was actually a grey/white tabby with some grey/black tiny spots. She was a tiny girl, probably 7 pounds at most.
I always remember thinking how strange it was that my pampered cats can have the nastiest temperments, while this little stray barncat turned out to be so sweet. I tried to remember a few cans of soft food for her when I went to their home for holidays, and I brought her in the house with me a couple of times. Other than that, she lived outside. She slept in the barn, got dry food once a day and hunted in the pastures. For a cat, maybe that's not such a bad life.
My SIL buried her and planted a flower over her grave, although I think that might have been for my benefit. She knew how fond I was of her.
Anyway, I just wanted to acknowledge her passing and say goodbye. RIP little girl.
I took her to a TNR clinic as a young adult probably eleven years ago. She turned out to be very sweet and would always come to get petted whenever I visited them. When she was little their black lab would carry her around, and throughout her life she liked to lay on top of him to sleep. In the evening when my brother and SIL walked out in the pasture, Grey Kitty would always follow.
There are coyotes at their place and I was worried they'd gotten her, so finding her at least gives me some closure. Although they always called her Grey Kitty, she was actually a grey/white tabby with some grey/black tiny spots. She was a tiny girl, probably 7 pounds at most.
I always remember thinking how strange it was that my pampered cats can have the nastiest temperments, while this little stray barncat turned out to be so sweet. I tried to remember a few cans of soft food for her when I went to their home for holidays, and I brought her in the house with me a couple of times. Other than that, she lived outside. She slept in the barn, got dry food once a day and hunted in the pastures. For a cat, maybe that's not such a bad life.
My SIL buried her and planted a flower over her grave, although I think that might have been for my benefit. She knew how fond I was of her.
Anyway, I just wanted to acknowledge her passing and say goodbye. RIP little girl.
