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In Memory of My Beloved Midnight
July 15, 1994 – January 16, 2010
Submitted by Michelle Morris
Midnight came into our lives November 1994. He was a 4 month old chubby little black ball of fur with beautiful green eyes and instantly won our hearts. We had just brought a real christmas tree home and hadn’t yet decorated it. He took one look at it and up he went. He thought we had put a tree in the house just for him.
Midnight had the run of the house and thought he was king. He would be waiting for me, when I came home from work, because he was lonely and wanted to play. I decided he needed a companion so on December 25th, 1995 Tasha arrived to became a part of our family. That didn’t sit well with Midnight because he now had to share “his” house. A love/hate relationship developed that would last for the next 14 years. He loved her but wouldn’t let anyone know that he did. If they were separated, he wasn’t happy until they were back together.
My favorite nick-name for him was “Buddha Boy” because, when he sat up perfectly still, he looked just like a little buddha statue.
He was a loving kitty and never met a stranger. He would introduce himself to anyone that came into our house. And of course, he always had to be the center of attention. I had many product sale parties over the years. Never wanting to be left out, and to make sure he wasn’t, he would jump right into the middle of the person’s display case and sit there as proud as a peacock for all to see.
He brought so much joy into our lives and never asked for anything in return except for food and water. He saw us through years of happiness, sadness and sickness. He wouldn’t leave my side when I was sick, curling up against me in bed as if he presence would cure anything that was wrong.
My husband’s job required him to travel quite often so I decided my daughter and I needed a dog for protection. We adopted a six month old puppy in August 2000 and named her Abby. Abby is a black lab mix and grew into a 80 pound dog. Midnight took a dislike to Abby and never forgave us for bringing her into “his” house.
He developed health problems as he grew older and had to make more visits to the veterinarian than he thought was necessary. He didn’t like visiting the veterinarian and would show his dislike when the doctor came into the room. The sweet little loving kitty would instantly turn into the cat from hell by snarling, hissing and showing his teeth. It was almost comical to watch him.
September of last year he cut his leg and had to have surgery. He slowly recovered but soon developed a cyst that wouldn’t heal. His health deteriorated over the past few days and, when I came home from class this afternoon, I found him laying motionless. He looked into my eyes and I knew he was saying goodbye. He was suffering and I knew what had to be done. I bundled up my “Buddha Boy” in a towel and held him in my arms as my husband drove us to an emergency veterinarian clinic. The trip was over too soon. Once inside we were shown into an examing room to wait. I knew how sick he was when he didn’t flinch from the sound of dogs barking in the other rooms. The time had come for us to say our final goodbyes and with tears running down our faces and hearts heavy we turned and walked out, leaving Buddha Boy for the last time. It was one of the toughest decisions I have had to make but knew Midnight was no longer suffering.
Tears are streaming down my face and my heart feels like it is going to break as I write this story. In the background I can hear Tasha running thru the house crying because she cannot find her companion. It is going to be a very long night.
Midnight is gone from our physical lives but he will live in our hearts forever.
Punkin, My Little Orange Angel Kitty
(Thank you Linda and Tatianna!)
submitted by Anna Maria Trusky
I’d always considered myself a “dog person,” although in reality I loved all animals. Since 1989 I’d had strictly a doggy home, starting with my beautiful female Sheltie mix Shanti, who lived to be 16, and then two Papillons – Tiger, a boy and Minuette, a little girl, which we got when Shanti was nearly 10. After we lost Shanti in 2004 my husband Paul and I brought into our home an adorable male Sheltie puppy, Beaugy, whom we nicknamed Boo. Then, because he needed a playmate, we adopted another Sheltie, Bobby, a year later; he turned out to be Beaugy’s first cousin! We were up to two Shelties and two Papillons. Whenever the idea of getting a cat fleetingly crossed my mind I immediately dismissed it; I never thought it would work with the dogs and frankly, I was a little afraid of cats.
I’d had limited exposure to the feline species. When I was a little girl living in Italy, I’d begged my parents for a kitten. A man we knew, who lived on a farm, gave us a grey-and-white boy who was half grown. Living in an apartment, albeit a spacious one, was not an ideal situation for this semi-feral feline! I wanted him to sleep with me but he kept jumping on my head and kneading my hair fiercely, so we tried having him sleep in the kitchen; he kept us awake howling and yowling all night long. He liked climbing to the top of a philodendron plant we had in the living room and leaping onto my mother’s head when she walked by, unawares. The last straw was when he devoured a roast in the kitchen that my mother had turned her back on for a moment to answer the door. We returned him to the farm; I’m sure he breathed a huge sigh of relief to be back home!
Years later, when I was in my twenties, Paul and I were leaving our condo to run an errand on a bleak, rainy Saturday afternoon. When I opened the door, I saw a tiny black kitten dart under my car. When I tried to get him he bolted, and a slippery chase ensued. Finally, I caught the terrified, wet little creature. Despite my husband’s protestations (we were renting the condo and weren’t supposed to have pets), I brought the six-week-old kitty inside and dried him off. (Our errand then included getting kitten food, litter, and a litter box!) I named him Misty and we kept him for a couple of weeks while we searched for a good home. We ended up placing him with one of Paul’s co-workers who lived in the country and already had cats. Misty was very sweet and beautiful, with long fur and golden eyes, and I felt more than a little twinge of sadness when we took him away.
Over the ensuing years, my infrequent encounters with cats often left me with hurt feelings or worse, scratches. When I tried to pat my friends’ cats my efforts at affection were often rebuffed. My dogs, however, put up with all my petting, hugging, and kissing. I’d always heard people say that cats tolerate affection only when they’re in the mood or want to be fed. Otherwise, like Greta Garbo, they prefer to be left alone. To me, part of the joy of having pets is showering them with attention and love, so I figured I was meant to be a dog person. I dismissed any thoughts of ever getting a cat.
Then in 2006, my job as a freelance writer and editor led me to Linda Mohr and Tatianna: Tales and Teachings of My Feline Friend. I’d just edited a book for another first-time author; she was acquainted with Linda and referred her to me when Linda was working on the manuscript for Tatianna. As I read the manuscript, I was moved and enchanted by the true-life story. I honestly didn’t realize it was possible to have such a close personal bond with a member of the feline species. I knew cats were curious and playful, but I didn’t know they could be such loving, caring, devoted little creatures! The heartwarming tale awakened in me a strong desire to welcome a feline into my life.
I began to visit local animal shelters, looking for that “special someone” who really tugged at my heartstrings. Then on August 14, 2007, I was on my way home from an appointment. As I drove through the town where the Humane Society was, I found myself turning onto the road to the shelter. (I’d been talking with a friend a couple days earlier who said she’d been up there dropping off some cat food and heard that the place was so full of cats and kittens they didn’t have room to take in any more. This had been percolating in the back of my mind!) I walked into the lobby area and then turned the corner into the room where most of the kittens were housed. The first little cat I spied was a ten-week-old, light-yellow-and-orange kitten with a beautiful face. I immediately felt a tug at my heart: This is The One. When I got closer, I saw that he had green eyes! (I’d been hoping for green eyes, since green is my favorite color!) I held him for quite a while, and then had a shelter worker put him back in his cage. I looked at a couple of other kittens, and then walked back past the little orange boy’s cage. He reached out to touch me with his paw. Could there be any doubt? I brought him home and named him Punkin, because of his orange coloring and because he is such a sweetheart.
The transition from exclusively canine to interspecies dwelling was not without its ups and downs, as you might imagine! But after some skirmishes, Punkin has become best buddies with Beaugy and Bobby, who have recently, finally, discovered what fun it is to play with a kitten! Tiger, my remaining Papillon, has other ideas; he’s still cranky and refuses to play with Punkin. (Our little Minuette, sadly, passed away in early October.) I hope he will come around, too.
Punkin is filling my life with joy, and I bless the day we found each other! I know without a doubt that he does not just “tolerate” my affection. (To paraphrase Sally Field, “He likes me, he really likes me!”) He loves it when I pet and hold him: He purrs like crazy and snuggles in my arms and puts his little paws up to my face. He curls up next to my computer when I’m working and falls asleep. He begins to purr every time I say his name and talk to him. He delights me with his playful antics; he has become a bug-catcher extraordinaire. He is my beloved angel kitty, and he was well worth waiting for.
We have Linda and Tatianna to thank for bringing us together. If they had not come into my life, I likely would not have been so compelled to bring a feline into my life. Thank you so much, Linda and Tatianna, for guiding me to my little Punkin. Ours is a match that was truly made in Heaven!
~ Anna Maria Trusky