Missing Aimee
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felis_lupusA fuzzy photo, of a fuzzy little lady. I wish I had a better one. All the others, though, are on film, and she looks PO'd (as cats often do, in photos), because I hadn't quite figured out how to take good photos of cats yet...
The problem for me, really, about not having any furry companions of my own, is that I get incredibly attached to everybody else's... My tears for Aimee are done for the moment, but the next time I walk into my inlaws' house, there won't be a little stripey brown kitty there to greet me...
She was always a little tiny thing... perfect size for cuddling. Perfect white feet, little raccoon striped tail. A tiny, gentle little miaou, which I only heard a couple of times. Smart. Knew her name, and would at least acknowledge you if you spoke it (and she liked you), if she didn't come trotting over. She remembered people. She knew the sound of J's car, and figured out when it was Friday, because Friday meant her people were coming to visit for a few days. She'd usually be waiting in the living room for us when we opened the door.
Aimee did not like me when i first showed up at J's parents' house. Who the heck was this person, trying to take HER human's attention away from her? She never swatted (declawed...), just ignored. I didn't even exist, unless I was too close to J, then it was made VERY clear that that was her territory, and get the heck out.
Over the next several months, she figured out I wasn't going away, and didn't seem to be that bad, really... I wasn't loud, I gave good pets, I had a nice warm lap. We didn't get much sleep for a while, as she was so happy to have him home, and back in his room, and night time was PLAYTIME! My toes will never be the same... When she let me get close and pet her, she returned with affectionate licks, and affectionate almost-bites... I got (gently) chomped on a few times, before I learned that the pattern was "lick-lick-lick-BITE", and to pull my hand away in time.
She was a kitten for almost as long as I knew her. Always ready to play, always soft soft soft fur, like a bunny.
After J's room was turned into a den, we'd sleep in his sister's old room. She would be waiting outside the door for me in the mornings when I woke up, since we had to keep her out of the bedroom for a while, to keep it cat-free. I would scoop her up, she'd settle onto my left shoulder, and we'd walk out into the living room and look at the birds out the back door, or sink into the couch and just enjoy some quiet time.
I would sit in the chair in the den while J and his dad were fussing with the computer, and she'd jump right up in my lap, and settle in. Much love and pettings would follow. Our 'girl time'. She turned into quite the distinguished lady when she got older. Not quite as hyper, but still playful, and still loving. She wouldn't take any guff from the other cats in the house, either. Sam and Sarah ("The Kittens", who are about 12 years old now, I think... wow...) got put in their places, after terrorizing poor Aimee for quite a few years. She was queen of the house. She would sit on the stool in the kitchen, and you knew that she knew she was queen.
Her fur wasn't quite as soft or neat the last time I saw her, and I could feel her little bones much easier, but she was still snuggly... She was a special kitty.
The problem for me, really, about not having any furry companions of my own, is that I get incredibly attached to everybody else's... My tears for Aimee are done for the moment, but the next time I walk into my inlaws' house, there won't be a little stripey brown kitty there to greet me...
She was always a little tiny thing... perfect size for cuddling. Perfect white feet, little raccoon striped tail. A tiny, gentle little miaou, which I only heard a couple of times. Smart. Knew her name, and would at least acknowledge you if you spoke it (and she liked you), if she didn't come trotting over. She remembered people. She knew the sound of J's car, and figured out when it was Friday, because Friday meant her people were coming to visit for a few days. She'd usually be waiting in the living room for us when we opened the door.
Aimee did not like me when i first showed up at J's parents' house. Who the heck was this person, trying to take HER human's attention away from her? She never swatted (declawed...), just ignored. I didn't even exist, unless I was too close to J, then it was made VERY clear that that was her territory, and get the heck out.
Over the next several months, she figured out I wasn't going away, and didn't seem to be that bad, really... I wasn't loud, I gave good pets, I had a nice warm lap. We didn't get much sleep for a while, as she was so happy to have him home, and back in his room, and night time was PLAYTIME! My toes will never be the same... When she let me get close and pet her, she returned with affectionate licks, and affectionate almost-bites... I got (gently) chomped on a few times, before I learned that the pattern was "lick-lick-lick-BITE", and to pull my hand away in time.
She was a kitten for almost as long as I knew her. Always ready to play, always soft soft soft fur, like a bunny.
After J's room was turned into a den, we'd sleep in his sister's old room. She would be waiting outside the door for me in the mornings when I woke up, since we had to keep her out of the bedroom for a while, to keep it cat-free. I would scoop her up, she'd settle onto my left shoulder, and we'd walk out into the living room and look at the birds out the back door, or sink into the couch and just enjoy some quiet time.
I would sit in the chair in the den while J and his dad were fussing with the computer, and she'd jump right up in my lap, and settle in. Much love and pettings would follow. Our 'girl time'. She turned into quite the distinguished lady when she got older. Not quite as hyper, but still playful, and still loving. She wouldn't take any guff from the other cats in the house, either. Sam and Sarah ("The Kittens", who are about 12 years old now, I think... wow...) got put in their places, after terrorizing poor Aimee for quite a few years. She was queen of the house. She would sit on the stool in the kitchen, and you knew that she knew she was queen.
Her fur wasn't quite as soft or neat the last time I saw her, and I could feel her little bones much easier, but she was still snuggly... She was a special kitty.
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