She was just a little skinny ball of gray fluff running around my car when we stopped at the elementary school to deliver Girl Scout fliers. My little son picked her up and played with her while I went inside to deliver the fliers. I asked the ladies in the office if anyone had lost a little kitten. They said no, they didn’t know anything about it.
I went back to the car, I told Edwin to put the kitten down. He did but she jumped into the car before he could close the door. I guess we had been chosen. We took her home.
I could tell she was very young. Her coat was soft and silky. Her coat was gray with an undercoat of lighter gray. In the right light it had a silvery shin. I thought she looked like the breed Russian Blue.
I took her to the vet to get checked out. He said she was about 6 or 8 weeks old, he gave her the shots she needed and wormed her.
We named her Anastasia after the Russian Princesses. But we called her Anna.
Anna was a very sweet kitten. She cuddled and played and she grew. Then we realized she was going to have kittens. We also had another cat named Misha who was also expecting. They had their kittens almost the same day. They Mothered each others kittens. It was great having so many kittens. But I soon realized this was getting out of hand. We did find homes for all the kittens but somehow we had accumulated more. Stray cats seemed to find their way to our house. Kittens would magically appear on our door step. I am embarrassed to say how many we had. Just know there were a lot of cats at our house.
I was the “Crazy Cat Lady”.
Once the kittens were gone, we took the ladies back to the vet and there would be no more kittens.
Misha, was a Manx, her coloring was a lot like a Siamese, another one of my favorite breeds. Manx cats are born without or very little tail. Their hind legs are sometimes longer than a normal cats. They can have a kind of funny gate. Sometimes they can look like a rabbit, kind of running and hopping. But Misha did not have any of these imperfections except she only had about a one inch tail. It was funny to watch her when she was stalking something, she would hunch down and her little tail would look like an airplane propeller going round and round. If she got startled it would become a little ball of fluff. She was also very affectionate. She was not shy with strangers and wanted to come a see everyone who came to visit. Some of our visitors were not as thrilled to see her as she would make herself at home on laps if invited or not.
Anna and Misha became good friends. They groomed each other, chased each other and slept together. If one climbed up on my lap the other would soon follow.
Eventually we were able to clear out our house of all the excess cats. I love cats but there is a limit. Finally we just had three cats. Anna, Misha and Rocky. Rocky came to us when my daughter picked him up as a stray kitten in Rock Springs, Wyoming on her way home from Denver in 1999. My house hold also changed. The kids were grow and gone. I moved to a condominium in Orem with my three cats.
Then it was just my Husband Jim, the three cats and me.
Fast forward to 2007.
Jim and I had gone away for a couple of days. Our neighbor kids were left in charge of feeding our cats. We got home and all was well. Anna ran outside and I didn’t worry about her, she liked being outside. As it was getting late and dark I called for her to come in. She didn’t respond. She had stayed out all night before so I didn’t worry about her. The next morning I looked out the front door and I could see her laying on my neighbors lawn across the street. I walked over to get her. Normally she would jump up run home. This time she just lay there. I knew something was wrong. I picked her up and she was very limp. I brought her inside. I set her down by the water and she just lay there. We took her to the Vet. He reminded me that she was almost 20 years old. She was very dehydrated, he said we could try to nurse her back but she was very old and maybe it was just her time. I realized it was time to let her go. I held her as the Vet administered the drugs that would put her to sleep.
We went home. The house seemed cold. Misha wandered around the house looking for her. Even Rocky seemed to miss her.
Misha climbed upon my lap and even Rocky who never would share came too. We all missed her.
Then one morning just a few months later I was looking for Misha and found her on the floor of the closet where she liked to sleep but she was not sleeping. She was barely alive. I picked her up and she died in my arms. I buried her in the back yard.
Rocky roamed around the house, he would meow and look in the closet where she used to sleep. He became a lot more affectionate and followed me around the house.
I know that death is a part of life and maybe we shouldn’t let ourselves get so attached to our pets. But on the other hand these two cats had been with me since they were kittens. They showed me affection I watched them birth their kittens. I watched as they mothered them and played with them and love them. I watched as they took care of each other.
I still miss them. They were not the first pets I had lost but they were the only ones I had for so many years. We shared many happy hours together.
Rest in peace: Anastasia and Misha.