Tuesday, May 11, 2010
R.I.P. MY DEAR STRIPES
In the week of July fourth 2001, he picked me. I walked past him to get to the cute little grey kittens. They were tiny and playfully romping around their gage. The MO Feline Rescue Association brought cats into to Petsmart about once a month. A giant cat reached out of the cage and patted my arm with his paws. I stopped and stuck my fingers in the cage and he rubbed his face on my fingers and began to purr. He was pretty but I wanted a kitten, and he was huge. I turned again to walk to the cage full of kittens and he reached out and grabbed a mouthful of my arm to get my attention. He didn’t hurt me, he just wanted me. I don’t think I ever made it down to the “kittens.”
Stripes was a 16 week old Maine Coon. He followed me from room to room. He slept with me. He sat on top of my armchair, when I was in it, and somehow he managed to balance on the top of my office chair. He would pull my hair if I hit the snooze too many times. He didn’t like competing with the computer and often walked in front of the screen to get my attention. Over the last year his health declined. When we traveled, he protested when we got back. We started taking him with us to our cabin (about 10 hour drive) so he would be less stressed. He and the dog, Macy, would alternate sitting in my lap. Sometimes, they would both sit with me facing opposite directions. He just wanted to be with me.
I can’t even begin to explain how much Stripes will be missed. Yesterday was my first day home alone without him (everyone went back to work and school). It was very lonely. I’m sure I’ll get back to normal eventually, but right now I just need to be sad…