So, it’s been about forty-eight hours since we said goodbye to KittyMeeze. Tuesday night/ Wednesday morning we both woke up around two, were awake for at least an hour. We talked about Meeze, what a cool cat he was. Brian remembered him bringing gophers and leaving them on the driveway on a regular basis. I remembered how he was just a great cat to have around. He used to babysit for mama cats when they’d go off, to hunt or just get away from sharp razor kitten teeth.
I remembered how I’d worry when I hadn’t seen him for days, then how we’d celebrate. I know I’ve mentioned this in the past, but what he did was he took care of other cats who were sick. Like Gilligan or Angus, any number of the other cats around here. They’d stay hidden under the juniper down at the corner house and KittyMeeze would stay with them.
I remembered the time he caught the crow. That bird was bigger than him and he was running in the yard carrying this big black bird that was flapping its wings, trying to get away (eventually, it did).
But I’m not checking outside of the front door everytime I walk by now. I’m not going outside looking for him. I don’t scan the bank, looking for him laying in the sun.
I’m glad that he’s out of pain. I’m glad that his spirit is free. And I’m surprised to realize how much stress I was under. I had no idea, you know? Now that it’s gone, I’m resting better (great night’s sleep last night). I think when we go on our rare trips out of town, I won’t be nearly as worried as I had been. There’s some amount of control keeping the captured cats inside while we were gone, but nothing we could do about KittyMeeze. Did he have food? Did the raccoons eat it all? Did they dirty his drinking water? Is he warm? Is he dry? Is he safe?
I know that I’ll rest easier now when Brian stays up at the property. Brian was the one who heard the bad stuff going on out front, the coyotes, the dogs, the running, I never did. But Brian did and he’d race out of the house and give chase to whatever had been in our yard, after Kitty. Now there is nothing for them in the yard to give chase to. Well, the raccoons.
And the raccoons have not been here since Monday night.
I’m glad for that.