My cat, Storm, passed away after a brief illness today at 2am.
I had a long post about this already typed but my computer ate it for some reason, so I’ll do my best to retype it.
She was a black cat with a small white patch on her chest and some highlights on her lower belly. In soft light she was a rich dark chocolate color, but in the sun she was deep black.
She was an active cat who would follow me around in the house, especially in the bathroom. That was her talk to me and petting time. She would cry when I used the shower, as if she was worried about me getting wet. The bathroom rug was also a toy, she always left it in a ball near the back wall, usually with one of her toys under it- often a milk ring. Fun for bare feet.
Her favorite toys were milk jug rings, thery are scattered all over the house under furniture. When she was younger she would play with other plush toys but she soon graduated to mice.
She was an excellent mouser- our old house has many places for them to get in, and she patrolled them all with enthusiasm. She would bring the trophies to me; at first to my computer desk, then later to the bedroom floor (where I would often find them by stepping on them in the dark on my way to the bathroom.) This moved on to bringing them into my bed.
One night I awoke to her running around on the bed- she had a mouse cornered there and was playing with it. This was followed by her bringing her conquests to me, usually after 5 am, where she would make noise to alert me to her tropy, in bed next to me. One morning i found one under the blankets next to me.
At bedtime she would come to me and get me to go to bed, and when i got there i would hold her in the crook fo my arm and pet her. She was fond of belly rubs. When she had enough she would get up and go to the bottom of the bed and guard me for the rest of the night, and wake me up when it was time for her breakfast by head butting me. whiskers in the face are a good wake-up call.
I apologize for the typos in this, it’s hard to see through the tears. i wanted to get this all down while it was fresh inmy memory, so I would ahve something to remember her by.
There is now a big hole in my life. With all my other problems she was my one refuge of peace, now it’s gone and I don’t know how I can go on. I have to bury her in the rain today or tomorrow, whenever it lets up.
RIP Storm, you were a very good kitty. I will always love you and miss you.