The New Kit in Town

     Welcome to our new kitten, Parker.  She was born on March 29, and arrived in our home on June 15 of this year.  We named her after the character "Parker"  portrayed by Beth Riesgraf in the tv series "Leverage" as seen below.

Parker the person is an extremely energetic woman who likes showing up in unusual places, often upside down, who likes to steal things.

Parker the kitten is an extremely energetic cat who likes showing up in unusual places, often upside down. While she has been known to play with things that aren't technically hers, she hasn't actually stolen anything that we know of.

I actually posted this a month ago, but apparently, the system, then in transition to a new format, ate my post and never put it up.  Which also tells me I need to be more attentive to this place.

So today, we're off to the vet to get her the first in a series of kitty shots each month (and yes, there are moments when I'd LIKE to shoot her...), and make sure she's in good medical condition.

The picture at the top was taken pretty recently.  Here's a couple more pictures of her taken within a day of getting her.

So there you have it.  We are once more owned by a cat.  Yeah, as aggravating as it can be when she gets rambunctious, she's worth it.

Mike

 

Minerva McGonagall, the World's Sneakiest Cat

    Today, for the first time in over twenty-five years, there's no cat in my home.  Our cat, Minerva, has died just days short of her tenth birthday.

     It happened very suddenly late yesterday, and a trip to the animal hospital confirmed that her afflictions were undetectable previously, and only taking monumentally extraordinary procedures would stand any chance of keeping her alive now.

     We were not going to subject a ten year old cat to the incredible pain and suffering that would cause her--especially since the odds just overwhelmingly favored she'd never survive the attempt. 


     So, we said our goodbyes, and let her know it would be ok, that when she woke up, the pain would be gone and there's be a gigantic fish dinner awaiting her.  I like to think she understood the intent, if not the words.


     Her passing was quick and painless, frankly, a relief after having seen her endure the previous few hours.


     She had spent ten years as a good companion along life's journey.  She would sit and watch Celtics games with me, only turning away if they played the Bobcats--I could hardly expect her to root against her own species, after all.


     She knew my morning routine better than I did, accompanying me to the bathroom and kitchen, both of us eating breakfast together.


     I knew that if I sat at the computer, she'd sit next to my chair, occasionally standing on her hind legs, with her forepaws on my leg, demanding kitty skritch.

     She actually claimed a stuffed bear as her own, sitting on top of it until we gave in. She also liked a stuffed "Tom" from "Tom and Jerry" that sat on the couch.


     A fish dinner was never safe with her around, we learned early on to keep an eye on her location relative to the plate, eat quickly and rinse the plate immediately afterwards.


     She was never very noisy, or destructive, an excellent apartment kitty we got from the pound.  


     Minerva was never really one of those "crawl into your lap and sit for hours" kind of cats,but if my wife or I bumped into something, or started coughing, she always ran right over to make sure we were ok.  She was more the "I'll sit next to you" sort of cat.


     She was good company, rare in any species.


     This morning, we took her to a friend of a friend, who had a place where it was permitted to bury pets, and graciously allowed us to put Minerva to rest in a warm sunny spot.


     And now, after a few generations of cats spread out over a quarter century, for the first time, there's no cat here.  While the idea of not having to worry about tripping over a cat, or changing litter boxes, or checking food and water in the bowls is somewhat appealing, I miss the company, and am considering the notion of getting a kitten someday.


     I'm not expecting a new kitten, assuming I get one, will be anything like Minerva.  Cats are as individual as snowflakes, and just as impossible to predict.  But cats have been a part of my life too long to stop now.


     I miss my friend Minerva, and will for some time to come.  But the notion that the circle will eventually start again makes it a little less painful.

Mike