This is about my lovely Cleo...
I have already posted about her but I wanted to tell a little more of her...
I have been owned by a lot of cats in my life, 2 of them have been my friends. One of them is Carapatte
(alas shot by hunters pretending he was killing all the rabbits) and Cleo...
Cleo passed away almost 6 weeks ago.. She felt sick one saturday, the next thursday she was gone. Taken away by cancer, without any warning...
But let's talk about happy memories!
I found her 13 years ago, she was about 4 weeks I guess. I was about to take my tea when I heard a miaw somewhere in the neiborhood... I can't stand the sound of a kitten lost. I found this tiny black and white kitten and fell in love. Of course! And I took her home... My husband and I soon discovered that she was a female...
She was a love! Playing, purring, very well educated... She used to go up our curtains with her claws... (old curtains, we didn't mind...) She used to go up on our jeans also! With her claws like needles... Oh yes and she did that to guests also! Even guests with skirts...
When she was 4 months, she got ringworm and... we got rid of it with a lot of efforts... At one point, she lost all her fur so i knitted some coats for her... but i didn't think much about color and I made them red... Well with that she looked like a monkey! And since she was cold, she used to sleep in the fireplace with the ashes still warm... We discovered that one day when arriving at home, a grey cat was awaiting us! She was covered withs ashes...
Eventually she got cured and... never got sick again.
Of course, we had her spayed a little older.
Cleo was part of every moment of our life, a cat very social. She used to resist even to kid's birthday... She loved to see the mailman and everybody that set foot in our house was welcome. If she really liked you, she jumped on your knees and started purring and kneading.
She played soccer ball with paper ball in the stairs. We threw at her, and bing she threw it at us again... Sh jumped on our beds and hid behind the covers... in a cat fashion letting her tail out!
Mornings and night, Cleo helped me wake up the kids and put them to bed, making her rounds in each bedroom.
When we watched TV, she pushed us with her legs if we had dared to seat in Her spot...
She asked my husband to be petted: miawing at him and then in his arms, purring and drooling... Her tummy fur was sooo soft, I loved to bury my head in her watching her paws of course...
She loved to sleep on the kithen table occupying as uch space as possible and checking the sink frequently for possible leftovers!
Cleo always greeted us when we arrived home...
The difficult thing about losing her is the emptiness she left, it's all these moments that she shared with us suddenly she is not here anymore and i can't understand it, I can't bear it. I have started dreaming about her (at least I see her in my dreams). These dreams end always in the same fashion: after being petted, and having purred, she leaves. The first times I dreamt I called after her. Now I watch her go (I know I am dreaming somehow) just hoping I will dream of her again. It's like she says: let me go... But I can't do that! The pain of loosing her is sometimes unbearable but I try to look normal because I don't want to scare my kids. Both have accepted that Cleo is gone. To my husband and I, it's more difficult.
Fortunately, I have 3 other cats but they are not as "special" as she was...
Anne-Claire
I have been owned by a lot of cats in my life, 2 of them have been my friends. One of them is Carapatte
Cleo passed away almost 6 weeks ago.. She felt sick one saturday, the next thursday she was gone. Taken away by cancer, without any warning...
But let's talk about happy memories!
I found her 13 years ago, she was about 4 weeks I guess. I was about to take my tea when I heard a miaw somewhere in the neiborhood... I can't stand the sound of a kitten lost. I found this tiny black and white kitten and fell in love. Of course! And I took her home... My husband and I soon discovered that she was a female...
She was a love! Playing, purring, very well educated... She used to go up our curtains with her claws... (old curtains, we didn't mind...) She used to go up on our jeans also! With her claws like needles... Oh yes and she did that to guests also! Even guests with skirts...
When she was 4 months, she got ringworm and... we got rid of it with a lot of efforts... At one point, she lost all her fur so i knitted some coats for her... but i didn't think much about color and I made them red... Well with that she looked like a monkey! And since she was cold, she used to sleep in the fireplace with the ashes still warm... We discovered that one day when arriving at home, a grey cat was awaiting us! She was covered withs ashes...
Eventually she got cured and... never got sick again.
Of course, we had her spayed a little older.
Cleo was part of every moment of our life, a cat very social. She used to resist even to kid's birthday... She loved to see the mailman and everybody that set foot in our house was welcome. If she really liked you, she jumped on your knees and started purring and kneading.
She played soccer ball with paper ball in the stairs. We threw at her, and bing she threw it at us again... Sh jumped on our beds and hid behind the covers... in a cat fashion letting her tail out!
Mornings and night, Cleo helped me wake up the kids and put them to bed, making her rounds in each bedroom.
When we watched TV, she pushed us with her legs if we had dared to seat in Her spot...
She asked my husband to be petted: miawing at him and then in his arms, purring and drooling... Her tummy fur was sooo soft, I loved to bury my head in her watching her paws of course...
She loved to sleep on the kithen table occupying as uch space as possible and checking the sink frequently for possible leftovers!
Cleo always greeted us when we arrived home...
The difficult thing about losing her is the emptiness she left, it's all these moments that she shared with us suddenly she is not here anymore and i can't understand it, I can't bear it. I have started dreaming about her (at least I see her in my dreams). These dreams end always in the same fashion: after being petted, and having purred, she leaves. The first times I dreamt I called after her. Now I watch her go (I know I am dreaming somehow) just hoping I will dream of her again. It's like she says: let me go... But I can't do that! The pain of loosing her is sometimes unbearable but I try to look normal because I don't want to scare my kids. Both have accepted that Cleo is gone. To my husband and I, it's more difficult.
Fortunately, I have 3 other cats but they are not as "special" as she was...
Anne-Claire