I was a talkative, slinky, jet black kitteh girl. The vet said I had Siamese blood in me. It was back in the 1990’s when I found myself sitting in the local pet-store window, with a For Sale sign in-front of me. A family bought me the next day, but I had to wait to meet my “forever family”, because it was Halloween Eve.
The girl, Stephanie, was 9 years old. She called me Midnight. There was a boy too, called Mike. We all played together for hours on end! I particularly loved supervising the backyard, with the girl of course. Everyone always complimented my beautiful sleek coat! I was very smart and loyal; and I was the girl’s baby! Oh, and did I already say talkative?
I purrfected sitting on Dad’s lap for hours during the day and sleeping on the girl’s bed at night. I was also a rock chic. The boy played rock music and I loved it! I had a special pawty trick: each morning when Mom would feed me, I would stretch my paws around Mom’s neck, and whisper “I love you”.
I was extremely festive ! I helped wrap all the xmas gifts, always tested the strength of the fake xmas tree, would consistently knock the train off it’s tracks, and for New Years Eve, I would eat all the Shrimps possible!
I almost captured many a bird by luring them into a false sense of security, as I stared wistfully thru the window at them, for hours upon hours. Everyone kept calling me “tiny and petite”, but I was a Black Panther! I invented the “Halloween Cat Hop”, with my back arched, and would finish my dance with a fast zooming session thru the house. I was attracted to the sound of Dad whistling. I would just have to sit and listen.
I was 16 years old when I made my journey Over The Rainbow Bridge. I called the girl, who was now 26 years old, to come and help me. It was 2am and I couldn’t walk straight or balance myself. The girl got all the family up and they stayed with me until the vet opened. The girls parents took me to the vet where they gave me their greatest gift of love, by letting me drift off to sleep. When I was asleep, the vet euthanized me, as the parents held me.
The parents went home without me and the girl was distraught. They all cried many tears. I was the girl’s best friend for 16 years ! She really loved me and I really loved her too. I lovedthem all ! It has been 4 years now. I’m always talking to the girl, because I live on in her heart and I am her fury angel.
When the girl and any of her family find themselves at the Rainbow Bridge, I will be there waiting for them. I will never forget them. I know they still love me too. They are my “forever family”. XXX
Written by @PepiSmartDog, for @Stephieblue