Our nearly 18 year old kitten passed away today. I've always thought of her as our kitten as she was the youngest of our cats. Our girls found her at our doorstep just before Thanksgiving nearly 18 years ago and begged us to keep her. As we already had two young cats, we were a little concerned about the menagerie we were building, but we brought her in anyway.
Satin was quite soft--hence her name--and entirely black. Although there are a number of superstitious people who believe black cats are bad luck (I believe this is due to the number of people who have taken nighttime bathroom breaks and have tripped on black cats), Satin has been a blessing for us. While she was a bit of a recluse (probably in deference to her feral first month or so of life), she was also quite loving. She would hop on Janelle's lap or mine almost every evening after the children had been put to bed.
She's been showing her age this past year, but she really started acting strangely yesterday. She kept trying to hide in hard-to-reach places (including behind the dryer, behind the dogs' kennels, and into one of our trash bins). When removed, she would wander around aimlessly, sometimes directly into walls. On a couple of occasions, she walked directly into corners and just sat there as though she had done something wrong.
Janelle, Rowen, and I were on our way back from our trip to Anchorage today when Trevor called us to tell us that Satin had passed away. She had started walking even more strangely, so he had picked her up and was petting her when she finally passed away. We buried her this evening once we finally made it home.
Satin was quite soft--hence her name--and entirely black. Although there are a number of superstitious people who believe black cats are bad luck (I believe this is due to the number of people who have taken nighttime bathroom breaks and have tripped on black cats), Satin has been a blessing for us. While she was a bit of a recluse (probably in deference to her feral first month or so of life), she was also quite loving. She would hop on Janelle's lap or mine almost every evening after the children had been put to bed.
She's been showing her age this past year, but she really started acting strangely yesterday. She kept trying to hide in hard-to-reach places (including behind the dryer, behind the dogs' kennels, and into one of our trash bins). When removed, she would wander around aimlessly, sometimes directly into walls. On a couple of occasions, she walked directly into corners and just sat there as though she had done something wrong.
Janelle, Rowen, and I were on our way back from our trip to Anchorage today when Trevor called us to tell us that Satin had passed away. She had started walking even more strangely, so he had picked her up and was petting her when she finally passed away. We buried her this evening once we finally made it home.
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