|Type:||Memorial (for the deceased)|
|Location:||Austin, Texas United States|
Caterina came into my life in 1997. She was the feline companion of my dear Jane. Jane taught me about the nature of Nature and that all life was related. Caterina was a person who was a cat, and therefore was my cat-sister. When Jane died in 2000 Caterina became my companion. Her nature was one of a land lady: inspecting everything and insisting on knowing my where abouts at all times.
She was already old when she came to me: 19. I would look at her and say "Caterina, don't you know that I am not a cat person?" She would say Yeah, right." Though I was a dog person with a dog she took over and taught me how to shape up. If I did not know better I would say we were telepathic with each other.
I would go to sleep alone and wake up with a cat in my bed. I did not need an alarm, as Caterina knew when I needed to wake up-- and she would do it. She knew house chores included feeding her first. She loved to sit and watch the birds and told me that I needed to feed them so there would be more to watch. She would climb beside me when I was stressed and tell me the cure was to pet her. I did. It was.
I had to leave my house for some time and left her with the house caretakers. The house caretakers did not care for the house nor did they care for Caterina. I had a dream of Caterina, one night informing me that things were amiss. The people in the house had fun with the dog, but Caterina they abused. My house was falling in and so was Caterina. I scooped up Caterina and my dog, kicked them out, and discovered I had to sell my house.
I had to move twice since selling the house and though she griped she loved me. Last year I moved into the house of a former renter of mine. Caterina, by now even more ancient, loved it as it reminded her of her old home. Besides she knew the owner! She spent the last of her life watching birds and snuggling.
Walking became difficult and her old injuries from the bad folk were giving her a hard time. Sometimes it appeared that she would forget what she was doing and I would have to remind her. It was obivous that she was in pain, but some days were good, and she promised me she would tell me when it was time to go.
Someone opened the gate Thursday before last, and she wandered out. The neighbors found her in a sewer a block away this Saturday. She was in shock, but I nursed her, cradled her in my arms, and loved on her through the weekend, and we got to say good bye to each other. Today she fell and was unable to get up. She said, "Time." I said, "OK." She died in my arms at the cat hospital this evening.
I love her still.