Some people are cat people and some are dog people. I don’t know if I necessarily fall into either group solely but I had a cat who was the best pet anyone could ask for and her name was Leia. What made my cat so special is more than a few simple reasons, it’s many complicated reasons. My brother got me my cat for my 8th birthday and it was on Superbowl Sunday, January 25th 1998. She was actually born Dec 7th of 1997. There was something funny about her because right away she became best friends with my dog Belle and they acted like something out of a movie. This one time, my dog got out and another dog in our neighborhood was walking by and the two of them started to fight. While me and my sisters were running out to try and get Belle, Leia took it upon herself to run right into the mix and attack the other dog. Mind you, this wasn’t some little dog, this was a big regular dog and Leia probably weighed all of 9lbs. I don’t know another cat that would do that. Leia also was a mom, she had three litters of kittens and even more odd, they were all with the same cat. She had a litter of six then a litter of five and then another litter of six. All of them the same cute kittens black with little white patches. We didnt keep any of the kittens but my brother kept one from the first litter and re-named her Star.[She is still alive and keeping my brothers property rodent free]. Though Leia was a small cat, she was also the toughest. She ran the neighborhood and was often in fights but as far as I knew she was never the loser. That dominance carried over to our new neighborhood when we moved. She wasn’t happy about the move and probably less happy that my parents decided to make her strictly an outside cat but she thrived just the same. Before long she was strutting around here the same way she did at our old neighborhood. Continuing to catch anything that was dumb enough to come near her, even bunnies which seems crazy to me because they were nearly the same size. Leia would follow me and sometimes my sisters to the bus stop up the block every day and she’d usually find us on our walk back and follow us back to the house. She was almost like a dog, waiting for us to get home. When I got older she learned to wait for the cars and once we pulled up she would run up to the car and sometimes climb in, if we were taking too long to get out. She was so great and strange at the same time. More recently, she became friends with the raccoon’s living here and it was like something out of a Disney movie. I walked outside one night and saw her in the bushes, so I called her out over to me. She came out and sat down near me and followed by her were three baby raccoons. I stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes and then they ran up into a tree and hid from me. I’d also see her sitting on the porch kind of just hanging out as the older raccoons would come up and eat her food, she apparently had no problem sharing, because she reeked the benefits when they knocked over our garbage cans. After junior was born, I’m not sure if she knew he was my son but, she it was like she knew and was nothing but nice to him, even when he grabbed her tail too hard or tripped over her. It seemed liked she offered a little more tolerance for his antics than for anyone else. More so than anything, she’s always been there for me. She’s been my constant for the last 15 years, I’ve always known that all I had to do was go outside and she’d be there waiting for me. She was a fighter, a good mother cat and most of all the best pet I’ll ever have. Though I must correct that last word because I didn’t have her. She was a free cat and she chose to stay all these years.
Monday afternoon after me and junior were playing, we walked up to her and started to pet her. She seemed more affectionate than normal and got up and walked away as we were about to head inside and as she walked off that was the last time I saw her alive. I noticed on Tuesday I hadnt seen her all day and I started searching for her around the property. I knew she hadn’t been feeling well and I feared her time was near. I found her around 6:30 this evening after I came home from work. She had crawled into a box on the porch and looked like she was just asleep. I buried her on my own later on. It seemed right that it was just me.
Nothing I wrote here pays any real justice to her or to how much I cared about her and it probably was all out of order and rambled on but I felt I needed to write something.
Goodbye Leia. You will be forever remembered.