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.

[goliath]

[QUOTE=Jon730,Mar 24 2008, 08:10 PM]
One will run forward and jump into my arms. (This has happened before!)
From that moment on, the New Hire and I will be intensely imprinting our personalities on each other. We will become an item.


Your desription of bringing a new love into your life reminds me of how I met Goliath. I had a catlove in my life for 19 1/2 years. She was a beautiful black cat named Jezebel who was full of bliss and content and shared in a happy, loving, and long life with us. She left us on January 24th 1997 and amongst other moments we shared that I missed so much, I missed her sitting in my lap.

Her eyes changed color often in her moods. But when she was feeling particularly content, her eyes turned a beautiful shade of turquoise and her purring would begin to sound like a motor running. I was lost without her and was reluctant to bring a new catlove into my heart.

About 6 or 7 weeks after her death I was looking through the newspaper and noticed that someone had chihuahua puppies. Surprisingly enough my husband agreed to go and "just look" at them while making no promises.

When we met Goliath it was love at first sight as he struggled to part from the rest of his siblings. He picked me just as much as I picked him. Guess what.........Goliath was born on January 25th, 1997 which was the day after my catlove Jezebel passed away.

[asorryone]

John730, Your stories of Miles made me laugh You had a truly beautiful relationship and it is soo good you can look back fondly! We will all meet again at Rainbow Bridge! Youve inspired me