About fourteen years ago we found you at our Beach house. You slept on a rocking chair on our front porch. You would ask us for food and play with our cats. We enjoyed our time at the Beach House, not knowing Mom was going to sell it, I thought we had more time. We looked for your owners there, but never found them. We named you Kitt thinking that when we got home, we'd find you a new home. We did, ours.

I remember when we took you to the vets to be spayed, and the vets (and ours) surprise when he put you under, shaved your belly and realized that you had already been spayed!

You loved to play with our two boy cats Laughing Boy and BC. You especially loved Laughing Boy. Unfortunately a year after you arrived, he died suddenly. I thought you two would have more time. You loved to pick on BC, even though he was older, he was smaller and more vulnerable then you were. About four years ago he had renal failure and we had to put him to sleep. I thought the two of you would have more time.

In January of 2002 we had to have you declawed because of all the furniture you destroyed and also because once when you were playing with me, you accidentally scratched me badly and gave me a bad case of Cat Scratch Fever. It took you about three months to really forgive me, though you adjusted quickly into being an indoor only cat. One of my Christmas presents this past year was a small rug that a friend of mine gave me that I put on the floor by my bed. You decided that was your rug forever and ever. You thought you had more time.

In late January we noticed that you weren't eating and didn't seem to be feeling very good so I took you to the vet. He discovered you had a fever and were slightly anemic. Gave me some medicine that I gave you every day despite your protests. I thought we were going to have more time.

Later in January, you began again begging for food and milk, which I was reluctant to give you just yet, but I promised you I would. I thought we'd have more time.

In late February, you stopped eating completely and didn't even come looking for me for company. I took you back to the vet and he took some X-Rays and did some tests. The results came back, cancer. We were running out of time.

Finally, on the last Thursday of February, 2004 we took you to the vet for the last time. My sister and I stayed with you while the vet gave you that last shot. There was no more time.

Three days of grieving was more then enough time for me. A friend of ours was thinking of moving, and gave me her two cats. Gracie and Casey have helped fill the whole in my heart left by you, but they will never take your place. They're both young, so I'll have plenty of time with them, but I still miss you. I keep expecting to see you jump on the computer table and plant yourself firmly between the monitor and me, and I still keep looking for you to come watch Judge Judy with me. I know that one day I'll see you at RAINBOW BRIDGE, and that then, we'll have all the time in the world together.

In Loving Memory of Kitt

Copyright © J. Hosea
April 8, 2004