I’m taking the easy way out today. Presenting our Resident Evils:
One June morning in 2003, DD23 (who was about to turn 16) found Bubbi under her window. She was probably 8 weeks old, maybe. We took her to the vet to be checked out and get her shots. Voila, kitteh #1, to whom I am more allergic than I am to any of the others.
Since DD23 had been praying for a pet, we allowed Bubbi to stay. This prompted her sisters to pray, and Fidget showed up about a month later, covered with fleas and motor oil, hiding in the holly bush by our garage. He looked so pitiful! Off to the vet again, and we had two. We believe that they are litter-mates. DD20 (then 13) took him as the answer to her prayer. We had them spayed and neutered at 6 months.
DD28 (then 21) renewed her prayers. She wanted a black cat, but – God sent Sam. Also known as Sampson (yes, I know it’s spelled funny; it’s one of her weak spots). Sam was a beautiful striped tiger cat. He showed up in September of that year. He was probably 6 months old then. He would sit on the back of chairs and groom whoever sat there. We had him neutered and found he had a UTI. That took awhile to clear up. He slept with DH and me, kneading into his biceps. DH and DD28 left for NY in Feb. 2005. Sam died Feb. 23 of cardiomyopathy, a common problem for male cats about 2 years old. It just about killed all of us. It was hard to be apart then.
Once we were all reunited in NY, the assistant manager at our bank kept trying to pawn off her neighbor’s kitten on us. Melinda told us that Little Bit’s mother had been reared in a zoo, with the big cats. This we believe! Her daughter is tiny, but she’s fierce; think Hetty, on NCIS:LA. Off to the vet we went, for shots and spaying. It’s only now that she will sneak up on my bed at night, curling up by my feet. She still won’t let anybody hold her.
On October 11, 2006, DD20 and I heard a cat meowing under our window (we live on the 2nd floor). It was a dark and stormy night. We found this beautiful, sleek feline huddled under a bush. We believe he was tossed when his owners moved. We tried to place him with a rescue, but no one had room, so . . . off to the vet we go, again. He told us that he is male, well cared for and neutered. He and Bubbi go round after round with each other, but they close ranks when Cookie is nearby.
We are pet-sitting Cookie and Brownie for DD23 and her husband. In theory, they will be flying home with her in March, when she officially moves her stuff. Every time I get feeling kindly disposed toward Brownie, she wreaks more havoc or commits more mayhem. I can hardly wait for them to be gone.
Now the comic thing in all of this is that I am allergic to cats and dogs, to the point of an asthma attack sometimes. That’s why we haven’t had pets for a long time. Well, that and the fact that we do not want to have to bear further pet deaths. The grief overwhelms me. Before we had kids, I gave my husband an Irish setter pup who only lived to be four. He died in my arms after an illness; it was over a year before we could hear his name without tears.
So there you have my list, my six pieces of Resident Evil.