Some of the Cat Chatters may remember my thread on the 'missing' page, when my darling little Bat went missing on 1st November. We searched high and low, put ads in the local papers, put up posters, posted flyers and put her details on MyMoggie. Every time I felt like giving up, someone was there giving me hope.
Sadly, today all my hopes have been dashed. It was a lovely morning so I went for a little wander round out bit of land, and found the remains of my darling little cat. How we didn't find her before I just don't know - we must have walked by that spot so many times, and she had obviously been dead for a long time. What happened to her? Was she hit by a car? Our lane is very quiet but we still have those who insist on driving too fast, too carelessly. I can only hope it was quick, and that she suffered no pain - she did not deserve pain.
Bat came into our lives two and a half years ago. We had lost our beloved cat, Maisie, to cancer a couple of months before, and decided we'd like to give a rescued cat a home, as we had with Maisie. We chose a big handsome tabby and white fella, but were then asked if we'd like to have a look at the kittens too. Who could resist? There was a litter of Siamese cross kittens, all fast asleep in a heap, and the sign on the door said there was a black one. My husband reached in, and there at the bottom was this little black mite, with the biggest ears I'd ever seen! I was smitten, but we weren't really looking for a kitten, were we? So I put her down and went for a look round. But when I walked back past the pen, there she was, sitting all on her own in the middle of the floor. She looked up at me, mewed loudly, and my heart melted. So we went home with a big bruiser, Butch, a little scrap, Bat and 6 chickens too(but that's another story...)
Bat, you had the sweetest nature of any cat I've ever known. You wanted to be every other cat's friend. You even managed to tame the savage beast, Spike, our big black cat who came from a farm and thought every question should be answered with teeth and claws. The play fights you two used to have had us in fits of laughter.
You loved to be cuddled, and you would happily be carried round, draped over my shoulder, rumbling away with that purr of a cat twice your size.
And I've never known such a LOUD cat! That would be the Siamese in you. You could yowl for England! I will so miss the long conversations we'd have (most people would have thought me mad, though I'm sure the lovely people on this DG will quite understand).
It's at times like this I maybe wish I believed in some kind of afterlife. Perhaps I'm being a bit of a fraud posting on Rainbow Bridge when I'm not a believer. I hope this doesn't offend anyone. I just wanted to say a bit about my little cat, who I loved, and who I miss like crazy.