I’ve pondered for over a year, back and forth, on how to return to my blog; but I couldn’t do it, I didn’t know how. I needed to be inspired.
Yesterday, my family kitty cat, Emma, passed away humanely. And for that, I am deeply saddened. For those of you who have lost a pet, you can relate to the earth-shattering pain, and deep sorrow you feel knowing that special little creature will no longer be there to greet you tomorrow.
Last night, I took myself back to the day we got Emma. I retraced each step in my mind of our first day together, and I remembered how truly excited and joyful I was – the whole way there, and the whole way home. And, at 1 in the morning last night, I came back to the blog, because I remembered I wrote a post about Emma, and how we met. (Feel free to relive the serendipitous memory via this link). It was sad to read, but also very happy. I chuckled at different parts remembering her little personality and cute, small, fluffy, body, all the way back then. Emma was something else. She was a carefree, laid-back kitty cat. I thought back to all the nuances that made Emma “Emma.” Like when she would hide under my bed for hours, but refuse to join me on the bed, yet right after I finally turned my lamp off and got comfortable, I would hear her jump nimbly onto my bed with a little chirp and get cozy by my feet. Last night, I swear I could hear her do that.
Emma wasn’t much of a lap cat, but she always showed you she enjoyed your company. She was there for every project. Laundry, bills, homework, computer-work, and even projects that require assembly — she liked to be involved. In fact, this past Christmas she decided to join me on the piano. Not only was she there for every song, but when I took a brief intermission she decided to climb on top of the piano and walk across the keys, playing a tune only she knew.
She loved shoes, she loved exploring, and she liked running away super-fast when she heard something “scary” (usually a plastic grocery bag). I recalled how my grandfather mentioned, several years ago now, his observance of Emma’s unusual nighttime routine, and chuckled. He said, “did you ever notice that around 11 o’clock at night your cat gets real crazy and runs around the house, and up on the back of the furniture? I was just sitting there reading my hunting magazine and all of the sudden she jumped up behind me on the back of the sofa and raced by! I thought it was a coincidence the first night, but after the third night, I’ve come to realize it seems to be a routine.” After his comments we too realized he was completely correct; every night around 11 or 11:30pm Emma would go “crazy” running around downstairs and hopping on-top of furniture.
I thought back to all the fun times we had together – her dropping a toy mouse off in silly locations, and us, hiding it somewhere for her to grab again. I saw her leap enthusiastically to catch a string while we played with her. I pictured us giving her kitty treats, and teaching her how to say “please.” I reminisced to all the times we’d call her for minutes on end, with her purposefully selecting not to hear, then whispering “Fancy Feast” and seeing her appear within seconds…
What brought me back to this blog was Emma. It is that cute, curious, little kitty cat, Emma that brought me the inspiration to write again. 🙂