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A Short Kitty Tale

Today, this story popped into my head after four decades:

 

I took my beloved cat Little Boy to the vet.

He was there for two days.

When I picked him up, the vet brought him out at the far end of the long table. I was at the other end. The vet opened the cage, and Little Boy stepped out, unsteady and unsure where he was. He looked around, confused and clearly distressed.

Then he saw me. And made a kinda drunken beeline in my direction. When he reached me, he pivoted, stopped, and let his whole side sorta collapse against my body. Then he looked up, as his tail bounced around.

My eyes welled up with tears.

The vet said, slowly: “I’ve…never…seen…a…cat…do…that.”

I bent down and wrapped my arms around my sweet pea.

 

11 Responses to A Short Kitty Tale

  1. I’m not surprised. Cats can be a bit self centered but they know when someone loves them and takes care of them and who they can trust. And little boy clearly knew that you were safe and loving.

  2. Glad to hear your surgery went well and your taking it easy, it’s important! Love your story, forgive me for asking but is sweet pea still alive?

  3. Cats bond very strongly and love deeply. My son got his cat when he was six, he was her human. When he was studying in college and medical school she was always with him. If he dropped his pen or pencil she would pick it up. If my son left the room she would pick up his pen or pencil carrying it around the house meowing for him to show she “found” it. They had 20 years together, she passed in my sons arms two weeks before Christmas. I cry when I think about it, I’m crying now. She was a wonderful soul.

  4. I’m not surprised that Little Boy had that reaction. He has clearly bonded to you.

    We’ve always had big Maine Coon-ish size cats, so when the stray tuxedo cat Snarph moved in with us I thought he was still a kitten at 8 months old. When he started to respond to a neighbor cat in heat I took him to be neutered. He was still a little high when I went to pick him up, but when they carried him out and saw me he started screaming until they let me hold him.

  5. What a touching story. Cats can be all the things people think and say they are, but they know who loves them best. Hope Little Boy is doing better.

  6. My great-grandmother had an older female calico named “Kitty” when I was a kid, and Kitty thought that she was a guard dog. Wherever Kitty was, she would beeline for the side porch whenever anyone pulled in the driveway, and you did not set foot on the porch until she approved your visit. Grandma lived in a big old farmhouse all by herself from 1968 (when G-Grandpa died) until she went to the nursing home in 1987. At that time, Kitty came to live with my grandmother, and was well over 20 years old. She was angry and hostile at first; then as the days went by, she seemed to mellow out; she found a box of bath towels from G-Gma’s house and claimed it as her bed. She was lying in it when Gma found her early one morning a few weeks later; we think she simply did not want to be anyone’s cat but Gma Lizzie’s.

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