
I was thinking about what mom and her human kits have said on occasion while we were all in the living room. Robin, The One Who Came Before Me, was also a Tortie but she was mostly black with orange and buff little places attractively arranged on her furs. She had an orange paw that with age, turned to a soft butter color.
Mommy said and her human kits agreed that Robin was truly a cat among cats. A beautiful wee 5 pound wonder girl much beloved and cared for. She came when called usually believe it or not. She was allowed out--I, the Admiral never have been--but she had to be inside before dark, for the night. Many times Robin would come to the deck to be let inside if we were late calling her. They never learned her well taught lessons though..never EVER open the door without looking. Especially at night. She was mostly black, you remember I wrote- and in the dark, you could not see her..just hear her. They would absently mindedly open the door on her knock. She would tap her paw to the window or storm door, whichever and we would let her in..day or night.
HOW MANY TIMES she brought a live field mouse in with her to deposit in front of them for their supper..how many TIMES did she bring in a small snake..still wiggling..how often did she bring a small rabbit, still alive, a chipmunk, likewise alive and wiggling...a squirrel, a lizard, multiple bugs, birds, a frog..you get the idea and STILL..they would open the door without looking until the snake. Countless times thru her 16 years. That snakie finally cured them and they kept a flashlight on the table near the door to shine on her face. No more surprises. They would go outside and praise her and let the prey loose if still alive.
Mama's baby, Robin ultimately succumbed of renal failure despite all the green papers and love and daily trips to the v-e-t and them coming here. Much beloved..so preternaturally smart..but most of all, much beloved. Rest in Peace dear Sisfur before Me. Our mama and her kits loved you deeply. After all, you helped raise them all.