Sunday, May 07, 2006
I was given the cat as a present when i was 12 and she was the most active pet i have ever known of, chasing dogs down the street if they got too close. Unless you have a pet and one for so long, it's probably hard to imagine how close you can get. When i think back over the years from my head getting cut open by a flying brick to me falling on the fence in the back garden a load of memories come back. Some of the most prevelant are:
- that we couldn't think of a name, deciding on "Rambo", only to find out 6 weeks later she was a "she" (too young for me to tell when we got her)
- her getting stuck on the roof (on a number of occassions)
- watching her run up the side of the house (we had stones on the side and she somehow was able to get her claws into them)
- when she had kittens (literally, 4 of them) on my bed one night only to carry them downstairs to the cupboard the next morning
- how she used to almost rip my hand off as i teased her... she enjoyed it, but she often got carried away
- that she used to chase my Sister's feet when she walked down the stairs
- how she took to my son Xavier when he was born, always looking out for him and sleeping next to him
- many other memories that i'll never forget, and for that i will always be thankful.
In truth she got very old and frail and wasn't her normal self, but she always retained her character and i'm glad she went peacefully rather than any long-term illness and having to be put down.
This weekend i'm pretty sad, but happy that i had such a great cat. Having found out we are to have a baby only the other day, i'd like to think Rambo's spirit will carry on, although i think i'll resist the temptation to name the new baby "Rambo" - maybe a nickname ;)
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