The cat died and the funeral arrangements were soon underway.
Relatives were called and long conversations occurred about the 16 years the cat lived with the family.
It was a fairly smart cat, as cats go. Like all cats, however, it had a mind of its own and was not prone to follow directions very well.
Actually the cat pretty much did what cats do: a lot of sleeping curled up on the back of the couch or in a chair, occasionally sitting in the window to watch the bird feeder and wish it could be outside, and of course the trip to the litter box.
If her owners were not watching when they opened the door, there were a few times that she escaped to the wild ... actually the front yard.
It was next to impossible to get her back in the house, so food was put on the porch and eventually she would drift back by the front door.
Once in range her owner would pounce out the door and grab her as she ate, and back into captivity she would go.
Cats are a lot about independence and this cat was no different. You could call her and she wouldn’t pay you any attention.
Five minutes later she would be in your lap purring.
It was all about her timing, not yours.
Her few times of excitement would come when a palmetto bug would somehow get in the house.
It was a love-hate relationship with the bug as she would torment it, then let it go only to recapture the bug and start the process over again.
Eventually she would tire of the process and leave the dead bug in the middle of the floor where she
had played with it.
Once she had a reaction to flea poison and went berserk, running over the lamps and trying to climb the wall.
Strangely, when she was caught and taken to the shower where the poison was washed off, she did not scratch the person (not the owner) that was holding her.
A few minutes later she was alright.
Cats get leukemia, by the way, and that is what happened to her.
She was once a big cat of about 20 pounds, but the sickness drew her down to only 4 pounds.
She closed her eyes for the last time having fought a good fight and having been a good cat for her owner.
The family that had been associated with her life came from miles away to the funeral.
She was buried in the yard and a small marker was placed over her grave.