She’s in heat again. Poor little thing. Howling, crying, pacing around. She is so miserable. But we feel blessed to have her.
2 years ago, she was thrown out of a car. In a plastic bag. My husband , CW, just happened to drive by when he saw the bag being thrown in the woods. The driver of the car sped off furiously, which made CW very suspicious. He stopped his truck and retrieved the bag. She was inside, and was not breathing. Being a cat lover, he gave the little kitten mouth to mouth resuscitation, and she started to breathe.
He brought her home and she would not leave his side for 3 days. She slept on his chest, exhausted. We brought her to the vet.
“What a beautiful kitten. She is so precious.” The Vet picked her up and carried her throughout the facility showing everyone this perfect kitty. She was white, with red markings, and she had a huge tail, fluffy, puffy and reminiscent of a squirrel’s tail.
The Vet said, “I am so sorry, but you have a very sick little girl here. She has a heart murmur, and a very severe one at that. She can never have any kind of operation, and she must not ever have a litter of kittens. She will be sick most of the time, very quiet, and will sleep a lot. I’m sorry but it would take a special person to take care of her, as she will be in and out of heat, most of her life.”
We brought her home, to live with us and her 2 cat siblings, Y and P. They were not overly fond of this little puff of a kitten, but they tolerated her. We named her Puff, and were resigned to her condition, knowing we would be taking care of this sick little thing for as long as she lived.
Oh yea? Well, this sickly little wisp of a cat is a holy terror. She is the chief instigator of mischief in our home. Not only does she terrorize her sister and brother, she is the nosiest cat in the world.
CW cannot do anything that this cat does not approve of. If he goes out to cut the grass, she runs from window to window, watching his every move. If we eat, she is there, at the table, waiting for us to share our dinner. If we have ice cream, guess who shares with us? She knows when I get home from work and is sitting on the computer desk, waiting for me, every night. We have this game. I throw her toy, she chases it. She has at least 20 toys, and she insists that I throw every one, every night, and will not give up until the last one is on the floor.
If she is not getting the attention she thinks she deserves, she finds things to do to irritate us. She climbs walls, jumps from chair to chair, scratches the windows, runs wildly from room to room, lays on the computer keyboard, all the time, looking around to see what else she can get into.
She is fearless. CW’s friend brought over his German Shepherd to visit. And this dog was a very very large Shepherd, with a head bigger than all of Puff. She went right up to the dog, looked at him and hissed. Then walked away like she had put the fear of God in that dog.
Then when she is tired, she climbs on CW’s lap, and God forbid, if he talks, or coughs or tries to move. She protests, loudly, until her nest is quiet and just the way she likes it, so she can get her beauty rest.
Puff is a special cat. She brings joy to our life. And we suffer with her through her constant painful bouts of being in heat. We try to comfort her during these times, to make her feel loved. But she already knows we love her. And when her pain subsides, and she is back to her wild side, we sit back, laugh and enjoy our “sick” little girl.