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Miss Kitty

January, 1993 - April 11, 2005

April 11th, 2007

It has taken me two years to start this page. I feel like I will never finish it. Every time I try to work on it I start to cry. This tribute is a baby step toward getting over the death of the sweetest little girl that ever entered into my life, Miss Kitty.

My sincere thanks to Diabella for the lovely tribute graphic and the inspiration I needed to start the page and publish it on the anniversary of her death.

As my heart continues to mend, I will continue to work on it.

I pray that God will bless you with the joy of having an animal that will give you as much love, companionship, warmth and comfort as I had with Miss Kitty.


They say memories are golden. Well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories. I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you. A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly. In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place, no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

Author Unknown
If it should be that I grow weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep.
Then you must do what must be done,
for this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.

We've had so many happy years,
what is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so.
The time has come, please let me go.

Take me where my needs they'll tend
and please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see,
the kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
from pain and suffering I've been saved.

Please do not grieve it must be you
who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years.
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.

Author Unknown

April 11th, 2009

I moved this page from my main website to my blog. Four years later, I'm still having a hard time putting it together. I try to tell myself it's been long enough - that it's time to finish Miss Kitty's page. It is time. I'm going to gather up her pictures and have them put into digital form so I can publish them here.

I need to talk about her death first. The hardest part for me is that I'm still mad. I still cry - as in now. Miss Kitty didn't have to die - at least not when she did. I realize now that I will never get over it. Her death, I can get over - but the circumstances of it I cannot. I will never be able to put this anger behind me.

Miss Kitty was such a trooper during her sickness with a thyroid problem. She put up with ultra sounds, enemas, pokes, prods, operations, medicines and every other thing imaginable. She was so trusting and so patient - even when in pain. Her big eyes would look at me as if to say "OK mommy, I'll be good and let them do this. I trust you". In the end, she recovered. Over the next four months, she regained her energy. She ate well and played like a kitten. She was happy again. Everything was worth it.

Until her check up. When I picked her up to take her to the vet she stressed as soon as I put her in the car. Still trusting, but obviously stressed. I wish beyond all wishes I had never taken her that day. I wish I could rewrite the book. The vet did regular tests, blood tests, and tried to take an urine sample. The urine sample failed and the horrible sound of pain that Miss Kitty made will be forever ingrained in my mind.

Over the next 24 hours Miss Kitty became very ill. On Saturday, the vet phoned me to tell me her blood tests were back and she was 100%. I told her she wasn't good and asked what happened with that needle. Her answer "oh nothing would have happened". I subsequently learned that by a slip of that needle, the vet punctured her bowel. Her bowel poisoned her. Saturday night, she died. She died because of a check up - a check up to find out she was perfectly healthy. It is my anger at the vet that I will never get over.

Enough about her untimely death. It is time to tell the story of Miss Kitty's life and finish the tribute to the beautiful little girl that shared her life with me for over ten years.

In the Life of Miss Kitty

She's a Lady

Miss Kitty was a lady - the Audrey Hepburn of Cats. She would be so embarrassed for herself if she made a mistake. If she knocked over an ornament or stumbled you could see it in her eyes. She was truly embarrassed. She never did anything childish - that was beneath her. It was almost like she was thinking "I'm a proper lady and a proper lady would not do that". Many lines from the Tom Jones song come to mind when I think of Miss Kitty:

  • she always knows her place, she's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner
  • she's never in the way, always something nice to say, and what a blessin'
  • I can leave her on her own, knowin' she's OK alone and there's no messin'
  • she never asks very much, and I don't refuse her
  • always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her
  • what she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her
  • she knows me through and through, and she knows just what to do
  • she's a lady

OK, well maybe Tom Jones wasn't thinking about a cute little tabby cat, but the words sure work for Miss Kitty. She truly was a lady.

Cuddle on her Terms

One thing that Miss Kitty didn't like was to be held. Sometimes I would pick her up, wrap my arms around her, swing back and forth and say "You will cuddle and you will LOVE it". Well she never did love it, but she always tolerated everything with style. Only her tail gave away her true feelings.

On the other hand, when I lay down she would lay in the crook of my arm, head on my shoulder, back feet pushing on my side, and knead away for an hour with her front feet. Just don't try to close her in or she would leave. Sometimes she would fall asleep in that position. Sometimes so would I.

Cat on a Leash

Miss Kitty was a "wanna be'" outside cat. That wasn't possible as I live in the condominium complex that allows cats but they are not allowed to roam freely outside. I live on the ground floor so it is possible for me to go outside through my patio door. To solve Miss Kitty's problem, I first put a collar on her. Once she was used to that I tied her to a lightweight 5' leash hooked to the railing.

I figured if a dog can be leash trained so can a cat. Miss Kitty was just as positive. The initial hookup was a bit comical to watch. First she got totally wound up as she walked around patio chairs and the railing leaving herself with about 6 inches to spare. Secondly, she would step on the leash abruptly stopping herself. It didn't take long before she solved both problems. When she stepped on the leash, she would feel it and move her foot. When walking through and under things, she learned to follow the leash out to unwind herself.

Eventually she progressed to a 15' leash and could wander into the trees and the full length of the deck. Once she was finished sniffing everything, she would lay on the patio chairs, sunbathe and watch the birds and squirrels.

Miss Kitty found the end of her rope the hard way. She took off after a rabbit - at least until the end of her leash. She was a bit stunned but thankfully unhurt. On a positive note, she didn't do that again.

Having Miss Kitty leash trained opened up a few more possibilities. I could take her for a walk. I could go anywhere with her. I would put on her collar and she would react like a dog. Let's Go!! Eventually, she went camping with me and on picnics to the park. People were always amazed to see a cat on a leash - but then again, Miss Kitty was amazing.

Bedtime Routine

Miss Kitty did the same routine every single night before finally going to sleep. First while I was reading she would do her kneading. When I moved to turn out the light she would stop and sit on the left side of the bed. Yes - sit. Once I got nicely settled, pillows in place, etc. she would walk onto the night table and jump to the floor. It amazed me that she didn't just jump from the bed to the floor but that never happened - always from the night table to the floor.

What she did for the next 10 or so minutes, I have no idea. I was never able to figure it out. She didn't use the litter and I'm pretty sure she didn't eat. It will always remain a mystery.

At the point that I was about ready to drift off - at that fine point where you can no longer carry on a conversation but can still hear things around you - she would meow at me from my bedroom door. Mostly all I could muster was a grunting sound of some sort.

Next she would jump up on the bed from the right bottom side, walk over my ankles (I would feel it - always the same spot) walk up to the left side of the bed again, lay down and go to sleep.

Memorial Tribute by Diabella Loves Cats


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