It’s appropriate to say goodbye to 2015 with a story about a cat that was dear and annoying all at the same time. I have photos of the young Jake to share.
Jake wasn’t planned but how many cats are? My cat-allergic friend found him at 3 months old hollering his fool head off in her yard. He had lungs you wouldn’t believe that stayed with him until near the end. He also had the biggest paws I’ve ever seen on a cat. He grew into them looking more like a mid-sized dog than a cat.
The plan was to find him a home without the stress of going to a shelter. It took me two weeks to find a home and then I couldn’t part with him. As they say the rest is history.
He was opinionated and always felt that he rescued me, not the other way around so there was no gratitude. He didn’t like all cats. I already had two, one of which he adored and followed around. The other he did not like at all. The feeling was mutual and lasted until the other cat passed.
In the course of mourning I tried to focus on things about him I don’t miss. There are a lot.
Getting two injections a day spaced apart by 12 hours. Waking me up at 3 a.m. Whining for food every hour. Not eating the food so I have to make sure Hazel doesn’t get it. Wanting to go outside. Not coming in at dusk. Making me go outside to coax him back in. Making me pick him up to carry him back inside because he’s so freaking stubborn. Hollering at me all during the carry. Drinking 8 oz. of Lactaid milk every day. Whining if I ran out of milk. Peeing outside the box if one of the other cats didn’t cover. Spritzing outside the box because his “equipment” is too big to fit.
What I really remember is a cat that was the most affectionate cat I ever had. A large cat that wiggled into a three-inch space between the beloved husband and me on the loveseat. A cat that put his head on my belly and purred when I was sick. I cat that jumped into my lap when I was sad. A cat that approved of the additions of Mollie and Hazel but wasn’t so happy about Morgan. The following routine happened every morning until he got sick. No cat was ever hurt though. It was all air boxing. Morgan is his match in size.
Yes, 2015 was the year of Jake. Goodbye old friend.