A blogger I follow “Our Neck of the Woods” triggered a
memory of our last cat. Spooker was a black, female cat. Not a speck of white
on her. Daughter No.3 found her as a kitten at a home where the owner had a lot
of cats. She was the “runt” of the litter so she felt sorry for it. Daughter
no.3 felt the kitten wasn’t getting her share of food because of its size. In
the beginning, the little black kitten was scared of everything. A leaf blowing
in the wind, a loud noise, anything. Hence the name Spooker. Spooker loved to
go outside with me when I worked in the gardens. She would follow me around
like a little puppy, startling me when she would suddenly appear through the
plants. Watching for her when hoeing in
the vegetable garden, made that job more time consuming then necessary. But
Spooker would bring a smile to my face when she would find something to “attack”. And that cat knew what getting out the
suitcases meant. She would follow me around the whole time it took to pack,
meowing as loud as she could. She seemed to be saying, “Don’t go. Please don’t
go”. It was so sad and yet would bring a smile to my face. In the early years
or in the winter, we would leave her inside when we left with plenty of “supplies”
and had a friend check on her. As she got older and hated to be inside all the
time, we would leave her outside when we left. A friend would check on her and
make sure she had water. She was a great hunter so we were never concerned
about food, knowing she would take care of that herself. I swear she knew the
sound of our car. When we would pull in the drive, she would come running from
the back field and meet us at the garage, meowing her head off. Giving us the
devil for being gone so long, I am sure. Spooker was a fun cat and gave us
years of loyalty. She lived with us for 14 years and it has been 13 years this
July since her passing. We haven’t had another pet since her. Maybe one day but
not right now. We travel so much that I don’t know if I could stand all that
meowing when packing.
Take care,
Rose
Spooker sounds as perfect as our Violet was...
ReplyDeleteLovely Spooker. Black cats are very special,we've had 4, and each has been odder than the previous! We have rescue Luna now, and she has been with us nearly a year. She follows me up and down the stairs, speeding with the grace of a drunk elephant. We call her the 'Balloonatic' because she is chubby and clumsy. But lovely. Spooker was lucky!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun cat. I remember when our cats would "attack" things such as a paper bag. Very entertaining!
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