Today is – or was, since it’s after midnight – National Pet Day, so I’m posting pictures of my current rehomed calico, Ariana.
These are my previous fur people.
My last rehomed cat, Tabitha. She was 10 when I got her and 13 1/2 when she died of a very fast-acting oral cancer.
Samantha
Samantha lived to be 22. She was my first cat as an adult. I ‘inherited’ her when she was a very small ball of fur in Trenton, ON. I had to euthanise her two weeks after her late-in-life companion, Matilda, was killed by a raccoon. Here’s the last picture I have of both of them.
Matilda hugging Samantha
Matilda was a stray who adopted me when Samantha was 17. Matilda had been abandoned several times within the building and had been living ‘on the streets’ when she adopted us one very cold, very rainy February night. It turns out she was also pregnant! Only one of the kittens survived and Miss Molly brought such joy into our lives for the two and a half years she was with us.
Miss Molly
A few months after Miss Molly left us, I found Tabitha as a kitten, born in our neighbourhood. Years later I realised that she thought she was going to be an only child – instead she became a young companion for two older cats, one of whom (Samantha) was starting to look a bit decrepit!
Tabitha lived to be 17 and managed to share her life for 12 years with Natasha, my second small Tuxedo cat, who also brought unexpected joy to my life.
Natasha (my Little Rutabaga) and Tija (the Great Radish) actually applied for the Evil League of Evil!
