A Decade of Reta
Yesterday, our wonderful cat, Reta, went to sleep and is now no more. This reporter asked those closest to her, who were available, for comment. Shadow, an aging but vital Aussie, was saddened. "I don't remember life without that cat. When I first came to this house, she was already here. Though she was sometimes, okay, a lot of the time, a pest, she was all right - for a cat."
Kenobi, a rotund tri-colored Aussie, was conflicted. "To be honest, we never got along. She was quite devious - always acting innocent when I would get into trouble after she swatted at me. But, she was family and family always sticks together."
The man of the house wasn't able to say his last goodbyes but talked of how affectionate she had become over the last few years. " She loved to spend time out in the garage with me and watch me work. When I got home at night, she would be waiting at the side of the garage and would duck her head and roll over for me to pat her fuzzy pink belly. Then would get up, sprint for the door and not quit meowing until she was at her bowl eating. I will miss her."
Her girl and her boy were not immediately available for comment but may express themselves here at a later date.
The neighborhood which she roamed was quiet - and this reporter scanned the street, looking for that funny little kitten to come hopping home. In the house, I looked for her in the basket of newspapers, on the second shelf of the coffee table, where she would peek up through the glass, and, this morning, I stayed in bed for a moment longer, waiting for that meow alarm clock which would signal the beginning of the day.
Reta was quite an outspoken feline - one never had to wonder what she thought about any given situation. In the mornings, when I would let her in from her night of prowling, she and I would have a special little conversation about her night's work. I would speak a word or two, she would reply and so on as we walked, together, to the window seat where we kept her food bowl.
She was a water-lover, a bird-hater and a fearsome defender of her territory. Reta, Queen of all she surveyed, dead at age 10.
If you knew Reta and would like to share your thoughts, the family would appreciate all posts or, if you have kind words of comfort, they are welcome.
Kenobi, a rotund tri-colored Aussie, was conflicted. "To be honest, we never got along. She was quite devious - always acting innocent when I would get into trouble after she swatted at me. But, she was family and family always sticks together."
The man of the house wasn't able to say his last goodbyes but talked of how affectionate she had become over the last few years. " She loved to spend time out in the garage with me and watch me work. When I got home at night, she would be waiting at the side of the garage and would duck her head and roll over for me to pat her fuzzy pink belly. Then would get up, sprint for the door and not quit meowing until she was at her bowl eating. I will miss her."
Her girl and her boy were not immediately available for comment but may express themselves here at a later date.
The neighborhood which she roamed was quiet - and this reporter scanned the street, looking for that funny little kitten to come hopping home. In the house, I looked for her in the basket of newspapers, on the second shelf of the coffee table, where she would peek up through the glass, and, this morning, I stayed in bed for a moment longer, waiting for that meow alarm clock which would signal the beginning of the day.
Reta was quite an outspoken feline - one never had to wonder what she thought about any given situation. In the mornings, when I would let her in from her night of prowling, she and I would have a special little conversation about her night's work. I would speak a word or two, she would reply and so on as we walked, together, to the window seat where we kept her food bowl.
She was a water-lover, a bird-hater and a fearsome defender of her territory. Reta, Queen of all she surveyed, dead at age 10.
If you knew Reta and would like to share your thoughts, the family would appreciate all posts or, if you have kind words of comfort, they are welcome.
posted by OurayDreamer at 5:36 AM
2 Comments:
I was with Rita when she left this world, I am very sure in her mind she was dreaming of that last bird to catch or one last dog to run out of the yard. She was a precious kitty.....We will miss her. The Potts Family
Very sorry to hear about Reta. We do know how you feel & sometimes it's not easy. There have been times I have called Sadie 'Esther'.
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