Goodbye, Milesy, Mrs. Goodcat., Her Life, ? to March 10, 2008 Options

[Jon730]

Perhaps twelve years ago, a timid black cat crept onto my deck, to steal kibble I had left out for the Raccoon Family. She was afraid of people, and would slink away when approached. Over months, she overcame her fear, and would visit me. I noticed her fur was missing in places, and she did not walk well. One day, in payment for food, she butted her head against my hand, and let me pet her for a moment, before warning me away.
Over the Summer, she began to get fat. As Fall approached, she showed up with a Tabby kitten. I had to catch them and bring them in. They were taken to the vet's immediately. It developed that "Miles", the mother had a food allergy, hence prescription food for life.
Being starved and pregnant and sick out there, it appears she was calcium deprived and her teeth and hip joints were affected.
I have had many cats and dogs in my life, and even a few reptiles, but this cat was highly intelligent, and a genuine character. She formed a devoted attachemtn to me, and declared herself my Cat Wife, and worked on me till I believed it. Even animal lover friends remarked on our "Abnormal" relationship.
She devotedly waited every day for me to come home from Work, and when I worked too long in my shop, she would come down and scream at me, her kind of ratty tail wiggling like a cheap New Years noisemaker, and demand to be carried upstairs. Her happiest moments were when I held her in my arms and stood in front of the mirror, so she could look at us together and GLOAT! The purring could be heard in the other room.
She was otherwise quite lazy, but not so much that she did not insist on being Top Cat.
She constantly schemed about sneaking into the other cat's rooms and stealing their forbidden Fancy Feast, and when caught, she would EAT at top speed before she was stopped. One day, she fell asleep on top of the television, and slept so deeply she slowly oozed down the back..and awoke just as she fell, shouting "WHOAAA!".
She was my constant companion and followed me like a dog. I have never had such total love with an animal in my life, and she sucked me in totally. She loved hearing all her names, "Miles", "Mrs. Goodcat", "Friend".
I could go on, but it is hard to type.
Over the last few weeks, she lost her appet*ite. She had a lump on her chest from the last food allgery breakout. The "Lump" was cancer which very quickly had spread to her lungs. I nearly fainted when I saw the XRays..and all this time, she purred when held, even though she apprantly could hardly breathed. She purred till the very last.
She was what a lot of people would not have bothered with..a ratty looking old sick cat..But I am so glad I met her and loved her, and have never had such a total relationship with anyone or anything. I am heartbroken.
But yet, I have contacted a nearby shelter and will be "Conducting Interviews". It hurts terribly at the moment, but I do not want to live without some chance of the next grateful rescue paying me back so beautifully.



Milesey's Favorite Trick. Sleeping.




Scheming about stealing food. Her other trick!
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I'll See You at the Bridge, MyCat-Wife. Wait a while, I love you.

[Jon730]

Your pics of milesy are as cute as can be. She definately looks like a little sneaker. I especially loved your story of her falling asleep on top of the TV. As I pictured her sleeping so soundly, only to have the rude awakening of slipping down the back of the TV I had to laugh.

She was lik that..She looked SO serious, then would turn into a clown.
But what was the very strangest thing I ever had happen with a Furry Friend, and that I could ONLY tell to animal lovers, is this....
Our intense friendship began one day after she was inside for about a year.
She woke up from her (haha) "SLeeping Station"(As opposed to 'Work Station") on my desk, and hopped down into my lap. She shoved her face toward my face and looked into my eyes. I looked into hers....and there was someone living in there.

I am sure people here have experienced something lke it. I do not mean to trivialize the Yorkies we had that certainly loved me, nor Merlin the Bombay Cat who was "mine" and who adored me.
This was something...Otherwordly, unheimlicht, almost mystical, like a dream I had the night I was in a burial chamber in Wales.

Whatever it was, at that moment, she declared me her employee.
Sometimes I see her out of the corner of my eye, and some nights I have felt her weight on my feet. Other bereaved owners have told me of things like that happening.

We will always be part of each other. This shows that we never know where lightning will strike, nor in which direction, good or bad. Who would have thought that after decades of giving a home to rescues, or breeding Siamese, this worn, sick, tattered old thing would be "The One" that was my Cat Wife. (She said!)

Thank the adinistrator who runs this board for giving me the opportunity of telling SOMEONE about my special Friend For Life.