Kiki, my old feline chum

I do sometimes miss having cats.

Kiki was my last. She ended up on my parent's ranch after i lost a job & had to couch surf for a while. That is not something a feline would understand.

She was a calico. A lovely friend. She gave birth to her only litter & wrapped her paw over my outstretched finger, all the while unblinkingly staring into my eyes. We got through it together. And i think that act made it hard for her to understand my abandonment. Everytime i went home to visit, she knew a day or so ahead of time & showed up. Generally, she was on these long adventures that extended for months on end. Once she came home missing one of her hind legs. BUT, true to her chareacter, she survived. Everytime I came home, I got it from her. She meowed so loud it was like i was getting in trouble, which I was...

It was sad the time when i came back & she finally didn't meet me. I knew she was gone. A saga of my life was over.

R.I.P., Kiki.

(Photo © 1997 by j. m. Scoville)