by Catarina Wyatt
It was almost Christmas when my x boyfriend's mom came rushing in the door with my new kitten. I was so excited and she was so anxious too because she said he was crying the whole trip down (which was about 60 miles!) He never quit talking since! She had gotten him from this catery 'cause they didn't want him...he only had one testicle! I never did understand that! How stupid He was so BEAUTIFUL! Full blood Himalayan. How could anyone just get rid of a cat like that? Who knows...who cares. Anyway, their loss, my gain. His chocolate ears and feet, tail, buttercup coat, those big blue eyes...Oh and that big scarey MEOW! He talked a lot. Kadaffi was like that. Such theatrics!! I even had a vet that told me he wouldn't take Kadaffi as a patient anymore because he thought he was a bad cat! How silly! He just talked a lot. Even with my other cats. There were only a few he would tolerate throughout his 18 years with me. He truly was an angel though. Oh yes....He did love his Zappa and Opie...and of course me and my Mom. We never worried about his whereabouts. He never strayed. He was such a good boy (except when he teased the dogs) He loved my cockatoo...she would preen his fur. It was an amazing site to behold. He was a role model . His purr was so loud too. Now...now...what can I say...it has been 18 years and my heart aches for him. Heaven sent me an angel for 18 years...He showed me true unconditional love...my sweet Kadaffi...I'm sorry I was not always there for you. I guess I must really learned a major lesson here. My sweet, sweet boy. I shall never forget you. Heaven wanted you back now. You're home with Zappa...your buddy...your favorite buddy. God Bless You My Sweet...Play My Little Ones...Play In Your Father's Home Forever....Love Always....Mommy xoxoxoxoxox