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Tigra, I miss you
Jul. 2nd, 2012 08:19 amThis morning, Tigra, our sweet girl cat, passed away. Her health had deteriorated rapidly in the last few days, with problems in her kidney function and beyond. This morning it became clear that there wasn't anything more we could do for her other than let her go as peacefully as we could.
I adopted Tigra in 2000 from D's parents. They'd found her underneath their deck as a tiny kitten and had raised her with milk from a dropper, but they could not keep her. She was only a few months old when I met her, and she crawled up my leg and into my arms and purred loudly, telling me to take her home. She smelled like nutmeg and was the softest, prettiest kitten.
When Joe moved in, she approved of him quickly, and really became his cat. They spent lots of time together, especially when he was working on music - she loved to be on his lap then - which of course was the least useful/easy time for her to hang out there.
She moved to DC and back to Minnesota with us, hating the car trips but adapting well to every place we shared with her. She made friends with everyone - I have never met a friendlier cat. She was kind of like a dog that way - in a lot of ways, actually - she would run to meet us at the door, tags jingling; she loved food and always wanted to know what you were eating and if she could have some (she couldn't, but it didn't stop her from asking); she was friendly and loved people; she liked to play and wrestle.
She was beautiful and sweet and cuddly. I will miss spooning with her in bed, I will miss her gently putting her paw on my chest or face as she sat on my lap, I might even miss her nagging us for food. Tigra, I like to think that you are now eating all the stinky cheese you want. Thank you for being such an awesome cat.
I put some pictures of her here.
I adopted Tigra in 2000 from D's parents. They'd found her underneath their deck as a tiny kitten and had raised her with milk from a dropper, but they could not keep her. She was only a few months old when I met her, and she crawled up my leg and into my arms and purred loudly, telling me to take her home. She smelled like nutmeg and was the softest, prettiest kitten.
When Joe moved in, she approved of him quickly, and really became his cat. They spent lots of time together, especially when he was working on music - she loved to be on his lap then - which of course was the least useful/easy time for her to hang out there.
She moved to DC and back to Minnesota with us, hating the car trips but adapting well to every place we shared with her. She made friends with everyone - I have never met a friendlier cat. She was kind of like a dog that way - in a lot of ways, actually - she would run to meet us at the door, tags jingling; she loved food and always wanted to know what you were eating and if she could have some (she couldn't, but it didn't stop her from asking); she was friendly and loved people; she liked to play and wrestle.
She was beautiful and sweet and cuddly. I will miss spooning with her in bed, I will miss her gently putting her paw on my chest or face as she sat on my lap, I might even miss her nagging us for food. Tigra, I like to think that you are now eating all the stinky cheese you want. Thank you for being such an awesome cat.
I put some pictures of her here.