I’m gearing up for the April A-to-Z Blogging Challenge (again: post every day for a month except for Sundays — do post the first Sunday, because it’s April 1, the first day of the challenge). I’m thinking of having a theme this year. Memories.
So that has me going through old photographs and thinking about the past. Here’s what I’m thinking about today. Tiffany, my late cat. I got Tiffany from a no-kill shelter a year or two before I met and married my husband. Our next-door son-in-law called her “The Styrofoam Kitty” because she didn’t weigh anything. Toward the end of her life, she lost her voice. She would open her mouth to meow and you could see the muscles moving, but nothing came out.
She was the most misanthropic cat on God’s green earth. (Jane, I don’t count Tootsie — she wasn’t misanthropic, she was pure ebil.) But Tiffany loved the baby. That child could do anything, and the cat would let it pass. Oh, she’d get away and hide, if she could, but she never bit or scratched, the way she would a grown-up.
Tiffany finally just got old. It happened literally overnight. One day, she was herself; a week later, she was dead. She died on the floor, next to the couch where I was sleeping so I could drape my hand over the side and be near her. She was 19.
WRITING PROMPT: Give a character an old pet.
p.s. I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today on the subject of kale chips.