Cat Diary Chronicles
What are the cat diary chronicles? These are two diaries found in a storage locker by storage locker pickers. The author of the diaries is now deceased. I thought it would be fun to share them. All traceable names will be changed. We will be starting with the Siamese Diary.
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Sometimes in life you get a little respite-a skinny tabby cat with smarmy eyes arrives on the back patio begging for a morsel of food and like a real dope you feed her-and your life changes forever. She winds her way into your heart by meeting you when your car pulls in-jumping up on the hood and tapping at the window to be let in to cuddle and purr. This was Minnie-my ever faithful friend. S
She used to be such a hunger an bring me offerings of love in the form of field mice and as I trimmed back the wild berries. After praising her for her presents I gave her back her prize which she would play, then eat.
And then that day in February 1988-February 21st to be exact, Mom and I were raking leaves and planting plants and the world took its next turn. Minnie ran up to the tree then down and never heard or saw that Orange VW. We rushed to her to the emergency vet and prayed and cried. "She may never walk again. Put her down." If she had even a slight chance, I wanted her to have it. And much to everyone's surprise, after three weeks of care she stood on her own. Truly a miracle baby.
The years passed so quickly, my gimpy cat, and through all your pain you till loved the nuzzles. Many fosters came and went but you remained my stoic and loving friend. Then somehow age caught up .
In April '93 we diagnosed hyperthyroidism. Twice a day you took your pill and loved me in spite of it-you would reach up and tap my leg for love and nuzzle. but I knew you were getting weaker and I fought to keep you going.
That last day you talked to me when I prepared to leave for work-oh Lord if I could stayed and heard you lecture more. "I'll be back," I said as I left-and you held on 'til I kept my promise. I tried to comfort you and make it easier for you when it was harder for me. I held your paw as you slipped int the last long sleep-and once again ran fee in spirit.
Almost two months have passed since you left my girl-but I still hear your purr and see you in my dreams-my ever faithful Minnie-Moo. You are gone only on this earth, but never from my heart.