Little Kitty

I fell for her beautiful blue eyes on the no-kill shelter page.  We were going to finally move into an apartment that allowed pets and I started cat shopping early.  She was still there the day we got the apartment.  We went to the shelter before we even moved our furniture because I was so anxious to get you.

When we got there, you were in one of the rooms with the big adult cats.  You were so tiny and yellow.  You wouldn’t eat or groom yourself because you were so scared of all the other animals.  While we were there a volunteer got her to eat some soft food by giving her her own dish away from everyone else.  She was really still a kitten– not even a year old.  But she’d had three little boys (adopted out) already.  That meant she’d never get very big.  And she was a great mamacat taking good care of them.  She’d been found in a box near a dumpster.  (She liked boxes.  The smaller the better. We called her box kitty sometimes.)

We took her home with the friendly Big Kitty we also picked out that day.  She hid for a while in a built-in cupboard.  At lunch I gave her some chicken and she became my best friend in the entire world.  By morning she’d cleaned herself up and her previously yellowed fur was bright white and she was so energetic.

She didn’t really know how to cat.  She learned a lot from Big Kitty, even though Big Kitty never particularly wanted to be friends.  (They had a nose touching en passant relationship, but no more.)  In the night we would hear these terrifying screeching sounds– it was usually silent Little Kitty practicing meowing.  She also liked to play ball in the night.  She escaped from the apartment once and led us on a not at all merry chase around the neighborhood.  She was very good at jumping fences.  Enormous height for such a little kitty.  We eventually got her on a halter.

She didn’t really like to be carried (though she allowed me to carry her so long as she’d get a treat right after), and she wasn’t crazy about people coming up to pet her.  One doesn’t pet the Little Kitty, the Little Kitty pets you.  Headbonks were her favorite, and we would have a nighttime routine in which she would visit us before we fell asleep for headbonks and pettings.  When it got really cold she might consent to be a lap kitty or to curl up on the same bed or couch as another cat (not touching).

Back when we had big computer monitors, her favorite spot was on top of mine.  When we moved to flat screen, she had to move in front, which she didn’t like as much.

She was the sweetest and most trusting of kitties.  Once she got into our chimney and was so trusting as we gave her a bath.  She’d look up to us as if to say she didn’t understand what was going on, but she trusted us to make it better (and to provide treats after any indignity).

She moved with us to our new job and loved the patio.  She loved our backyard (we still had to keep her on a halter because she was so good at jumping even the tallest of fences).

When we had a surplus of backyard cats she mostly stayed aloof and out of the fray.  She seemed to miss Big Kitty when Big Kitty passed and never really got into a nose sniffing relationship with Nice Kitty, the remaining backyard cat.

As she got older she got indigestion and then more recently ear infections that would go away and then come right back after treatment ended.  Then one morning she couldn’t walk straight and the vet found a tumor in her ear canal.  We drove to the closest vet school and determined it was inoperable and would not be a candidate for chemotherapy.  Radiation could be done, but there was no evidence that radiation without surgery worked at all in cats, and at most it would slow the tumor’s growth, not stop it or shrink it and she would have to go to the vet regularly which she hated.  So we prepared for hospice.

Cancer is not a pretty way to go.  But little kitty was so resilient as every new disability affected her.  She learned how to walk straight and deliberately with each new hit to her sense of balance.  She submitted calmly to baths and ear cleaning with minimal complaint.  She chomped down her medicine in pill pockets until she couldn’t chew and swallow anymore and then sort-of allowed us to dose her with the fruit-flavored and heavily sugared liquid versions of the pain killers and steroids that she hated.  We’d think it would be time and then she would figure out that she could get water from the faucet, or she’d figure out a new way to get treats to her throat and that would buy another week or so.  She would curl up on the patio or knead DH’s chest and purr, despite it all.  But each time she got better it wouldn’t be as good as it was before and each worse was a new low.  And finally, as the vet predicted, she couldn’t eat anymore, not even baby food, and we couldn’t let her starve to death or force her to submit to a feeding tube and she suddenly stopped getting joy out of her favorite things and we had to let her go.  Which is heartbreaking.

Death is hard, whether it is sudden and unexpected or following a slow deterioration.

Little kitty has brought so much joy.  Fifteen years was just not long enough for our sweet little girl.

Little kitty in better days



24 Responses to “Little Kitty”

  1. Fiona McQuarrie Says:

    So sorry to hear that she has passed away – such a difficult time for you and your family. She is so beautiful in that photo. I hope that the happy memories you have of her will be a source of comfort to you.

  2. Dame Eleanor Hull Says:

    So sorry. She sounds like a lovely, special part of your family and your heart. I know what a wrench it is to let them go.

  3. delagar Says:

    <> It’s so hard to let them go.

  4. CG Says:

    I’m sorry. It’s so hard to lose a pet.

  5. rose Says:

    SO VERY SORRY! Glad you were able to give her passage with compassion and love.

  6. undine Says:

    Sorry to hear about LIttle Kitty. She had a good life with you.

  7. Gwinne Says:

    Oh, oh, I’m so sorry. All the internet empathy from one cat mama to another

  8. bogart Says:

    Oh no. I am so very sorry. Thank you for giving her all that you did.

  9. chacha1 Says:

    :-( I grieve with thee.

  10. Revanche @ A Gai Shan Life Says:

    I’m so sorry. My deepest condolences. Little Kitty was so lucky to have had you for family all this time, but 15 years just isn’t enough.

  11. Cloud Says:

    I’m so sorry. :(

  12. Leah Says:

    Goodbye, Little Kitty. Sending you light & love. She was obviously so loved.

  13. jjiraffe Says:

    I’m so sorry for your loss :(

  14. eemusings Says:


    So sorry, I can tell how much she was loved and how great a life you gave her.

  15. nicoleandmaggie Says:

    Thank you, everyone.

  16. Jenny F. Scientist Says:

    I’m so sorry she’s gone. It sounds like she had the best cat life with you that she possibly could.

  17. crazy mama, PhD Says:

    May her backyards always be big and her chicken plentiful. Be at peace, Little Kitty.

  18. Bardiac Says:

    I’m so sorry for your loss. She sounds like a wonderful kitty.

  19. Donna Freedman Says:

    There is NEVER enough time with a beloved animal. I’m sorry for the loss of your longtime friend. What a beautiful tribute.

  20. monsterzero Says:

    I am so sorry.

  21. Comradde PhysioProffe Says:

    Just saw this. So so sorry for your loss.

  22. Bonna Says:

    I’m sorry for your loss:( Little Kitty sounds wonderful.

  23. Karen A. Keely Says:

    Oh no. A kitty-shaped hole in one’s heart is a pain like no other.

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