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She was only here for two and a half weeks. Surviving against all the odds-feline distemper caught in utero. There were three in the litter, now there is one left. Tilt was special. She was a CH kitten and she would be walking across the floor, suddenly fall to her left side. She would lay there puzzled as to why her world suddenly went sideways, then get up, shake herself and go on with her adventures. In the litter pan it was both painful and comical to watch as she tried to keep her balance- she would cross one back paw, then lift the other one up and fall over. Once she figured out that she needed to keep both those rear legs on the floor, she would circle slowly while the stool came out- causing her to get messy and requiring a butt bath afterward. The light went on one morning and she balanced her rear legs against the lip of the pan, then the floor needed a bath not her.
As it always seems, the special ones are taken early. She was insatiable in her quest for my attention. Circling my head, crawling underneath my neck, racing around my chest when I dared to stop petting her. There were times when my arms ached after our petting session- but there never seemed to be enough for her. Not enough of me, of Mike or of life.
One night coming home late from work, I popped off my Victoria's Secret bra and threw it on the bed. Exhausted, I fell into my pillow and in the morning when I woke- Tilt had found her perfect kitty bed.
After that day, she would wait for me to come home and slip off the bra, then quickly grab the strap and drag it under the bed where she would sleep the night away. Hubby said it made perfect sense- her name was after all Tilt-take away the L and she was right at home!
Her brother died two days ago- it came on quickly and before I knew it the leukemia had taken over his body. Tilt died this afternoon in my arms at the vets. She is buried in the garden next to her brother- seems the only thing our garden is growing this year is tears.
Tilt I loved you and now my world just seems out of tilt. I miss your furry presence on my chest- I miss your comical face peeking over the bra cup. I will never forget you- you were the brightest light in my world- brighter than the candle burning in my window tonight-knowing that you will never come home, never again to steal my bra, but you did steal my heart.
As it always seems, the special ones are taken early. She was insatiable in her quest for my attention. Circling my head, crawling underneath my neck, racing around my chest when I dared to stop petting her. There were times when my arms ached after our petting session- but there never seemed to be enough for her. Not enough of me, of Mike or of life.
One night coming home late from work, I popped off my Victoria's Secret bra and threw it on the bed. Exhausted, I fell into my pillow and in the morning when I woke- Tilt had found her perfect kitty bed.
After that day, she would wait for me to come home and slip off the bra, then quickly grab the strap and drag it under the bed where she would sleep the night away. Hubby said it made perfect sense- her name was after all Tilt-take away the L and she was right at home!
Her brother died two days ago- it came on quickly and before I knew it the leukemia had taken over his body. Tilt died this afternoon in my arms at the vets. She is buried in the garden next to her brother- seems the only thing our garden is growing this year is tears.
Tilt I loved you and now my world just seems out of tilt. I miss your furry presence on my chest- I miss your comical face peeking over the bra cup. I will never forget you- you were the brightest light in my world- brighter than the candle burning in my window tonight-knowing that you will never come home, never again to steal my bra, but you did steal my heart.
