Thursday, June 12, 2008
As many of you know, we lost our cat about 3 months ago. I mean, literally, lost her. We put up signs in the neighborhood, knocked on doors, called the shelters, visited the Humane Society and there is still no sign of her. All we can think is she must have gotten into the garage the day before we left on a weekend trip (the kids leave the house/garage door open all the time) and then when we were packing up to leave we opened the overhead garage door and she ran out. And because we were not home for 2 whole days, she wandered off and either got welcomed at someone else's house or ...something else happened. Her name was Cappaccino, she was a 10 yr old, front paws declawed, tortoiseshell. T-Dad, in is spectacular uniqueness, had wanted a kitten as a bachelor living on his own. So 10 yrs ago (minus 8 weeks) he went to the pet store (or maybe a friend had kittens, I don't remember) in Springfield, IL and found himself a little kitty and named her Cappaccino. They had many happy years together as man and cat. Then when I entered the picture 3-4 years later and poor Cappaccino had to take the "back seat" to the man she loved. I tried to be a good friend to her but she only had eyes for T-Dad. And over the next several years everything about her life changed (you know how cats love change) ...T-Dad switched apartments, T-Dad moved to a house, T-Dad was gone a lot visiting me in Springfield, eventually I moved in permanently, then we had a baby, then another baby, then we moved to a new house, and those babies became chasers, tail-pullers, etc. and Cappaccino became more and more reclusive. She was never mean or honestly, even interested in the kids, she just stuck to herself and slept with us at night. Poor Cappaccino, I feel like I did you wrong. But I don't know what I could have done differently. May you be in peace wherever you are, pretty kitty.