Turvy Demeter was the grand matron of the Jellicle Tribe of Mammoth Cave. She was my very first cat, and would have been 17 on June 3rd. She gave me no sign, no warning that her time had come. She slipped away quietly, lying beside her box as though she had simply laid down and passed on to the bridge. She had the typical problems with age that many of us have, arthritis in her hips, and sometimes her mind just wasn't as clear as it used to be. But she took her medications like a trooper, and the last year she had acted almost like a kitten, pouncing onto cabinets, climbing curtains, and just getting into mischief.
She never had a litter of her own, having been spayed as a kitten...but that did not stop her from stepping up and adopting the young, tiny wayward souls that I brought home. Her title as grand matron was earned, as she raised several of the Jellicles herself.
This is Turvy Demeter's last photograph, taken just hours before the end, still being the kitten, clowning around and wrecking a closet with her boys.
I want to say something meaningful and insightful, something that would truly speak of Turvy's life with us, and the profound effect that she has had on us all, but words just don't seem to want to work with me right now. I've gathered her toys, her tags and her favorite blanky, and will lay her to rest with Nauti and Cabela, the D.O.G. at first light, beneath the birdfeeders that they all loved so well.
She never had a litter of her own, having been spayed as a kitten...but that did not stop her from stepping up and adopting the young, tiny wayward souls that I brought home. Her title as grand matron was earned, as she raised several of the Jellicles herself.
This is Turvy Demeter's last photograph, taken just hours before the end, still being the kitten, clowning around and wrecking a closet with her boys.
I want to say something meaningful and insightful, something that would truly speak of Turvy's life with us, and the profound effect that she has had on us all, but words just don't seem to want to work with me right now. I've gathered her toys, her tags and her favorite blanky, and will lay her to rest with Nauti and Cabela, the D.O.G. at first light, beneath the birdfeeders that they all loved so well.
