Maggie Moo
2000 was a fairly tumultuous year for me, and it could well be described as the Year of the Cat. I lost Chewie to feline leukemia. My parents brought home Sylvester from the SPCA. I found a stray, pregnant adolescent cat who adopted me and proceeded to have four kittens (see most of my other entries). And Megan, my roommate at the time, brought home Maggie.
Our friend Dana had found a small, black-and-white cat hanging around outside her condo, and knew by her lack of claws that she had been an indoor cat. Dana took her in and set to finding a home for the little thing. She didn't have to go far; Megan fell in kitty love. In fact, I just remembered, I actually went to pick her up from Dana's once Megan decided to take her in, since Megan couldn't that night (Adam's birthday? It was a Wednesday in mid-July; I want to say the 19th. Anyway...). She was indeed absolutely adorable, that small, long-haired type of cat who almost looks chubby but isn't. Shortly thereafter Megan gave her her Simpsons-inspired name.
Emma, Megan's little white cat, wasn't too amused. But she adapted.
When I got up on weekend mornings, Maggie would come out (or scratch at the door) to see me, and I'd plop an ice cube in her water bowl, which she just loved. Not too long after that, Megan moved in with Adam and I got my own apartment, so we only spent about 3 months together, but you knew right away how special Maggie was. Loving and with the kind of eyes that bespeak intelligence and emotion; easy to pick up and snuggle. The definition of adorable.
Last week Maggie died very suddenly, at home with the people she loved.
Sweet little black-and-white kitty, you pitter-patted through our lives for such a short time, but such a wonderful time. For my part, thank you for coming my way six years ago. You helped me through a tough time, and I'm only sorry I never let you into my room of mystery and fun.
Happy trails through your next world, little one. And if you see Chewie (you know his scent for sure), give him a good head butt for me.
"We love you, Maggie, and we miss you," says Megan. "I hope you found Grandma Faye and Great-Grandma Florence. They'll give you lots of treats, and comfy laps to sit on."
Our friend Dana had found a small, black-and-white cat hanging around outside her condo, and knew by her lack of claws that she had been an indoor cat. Dana took her in and set to finding a home for the little thing. She didn't have to go far; Megan fell in kitty love. In fact, I just remembered, I actually went to pick her up from Dana's once Megan decided to take her in, since Megan couldn't that night (Adam's birthday? It was a Wednesday in mid-July; I want to say the 19th. Anyway...). She was indeed absolutely adorable, that small, long-haired type of cat who almost looks chubby but isn't. Shortly thereafter Megan gave her her Simpsons-inspired name.
Emma, Megan's little white cat, wasn't too amused. But she adapted.
When I got up on weekend mornings, Maggie would come out (or scratch at the door) to see me, and I'd plop an ice cube in her water bowl, which she just loved. Not too long after that, Megan moved in with Adam and I got my own apartment, so we only spent about 3 months together, but you knew right away how special Maggie was. Loving and with the kind of eyes that bespeak intelligence and emotion; easy to pick up and snuggle. The definition of adorable.
Last week Maggie died very suddenly, at home with the people she loved.
Sweet little black-and-white kitty, you pitter-patted through our lives for such a short time, but such a wonderful time. For my part, thank you for coming my way six years ago. You helped me through a tough time, and I'm only sorry I never let you into my room of mystery and fun.
Happy trails through your next world, little one. And if you see Chewie (you know his scent for sure), give him a good head butt for me.
"We love you, Maggie, and we miss you," says Megan. "I hope you found Grandma Faye and Great-Grandma Florence. They'll give you lots of treats, and comfy laps to sit on."
posted by Cree at 12:29 PM
4 Comments:
Oh sweet fluffy Maggie! You were such a great kitty. And very photogenic -- that's a great one in the Xhiliration bag. We'll miss you, honey bun.
Thanks, Elly. :) She was pretty cute. We used to call her Deep-Sea Fish because of the whiskers over her eyes, which you can kinda see in that first pic.
so sorry
awwww .... i'm gonna cry now :(
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