This thread is dedicated in memory of furfriends we have loved and lost

[davsand]

12. Tillie(You Bitch)

Other women go on a three day drunk and end up pregnant, get a DUI or a new tat. I woke up with a rescued kitten who had a horrible case of fleas and was malnourished. She also was one of the most vile tempered, mean, evil cats on the planet. She hated men with a passion--the only one she ever liked I married--and she loved nothing more than attacking me whenever I walked across a room. She would swat at a ringing phone and would make burying motions at me when she was pissed off about something. She terrorized the vet clinic, and they all just rolled their eyes when I took her in.

Every night she would sleep with me and would get right up next to me and lay on her back waiting for a tummy rub. For 17 years we had nightly tummy rubs, and I knew it was time to let her go when she no longer asked for one. I'd seen the decline and I knew the time was coming, but I was not ready for it. Her kidneys failed and there was nothing else to do but let her go.

Tillie moved on almost 12 years ago, and I miss her still. We have a new feline overlord in the house, but there are days when I swear I walk into the living room and see that long haired float of a bitch cat sprawled in a puddle of sun having a bath.


Laura