Friday, April 9, 2010

In Praise of Older Kitties


If life passes in a blink, our fuzzy companions are with us for a mere nanosecond. They are our first "children", our birth children's best friends, our confidants, keepers of secrets and volunteer tasters of new recipes; our favorite necks to hug, and occasionally the bane of our existence...gone in a flash...although we remember the days of string chasing and shoe chewing like it was yesterday.

I have the softest spot for the Old Kitties; who still take a roll in the catnip, and gum their Kitty Treats. But I am especially soft on Violet...sweet, sweet Violet. The daughter of a feral mom, captured in an abandoned building in Gainesville, GA. Who had no idea that humans came with caresses; no idea that her white self with the black nose, looking for all the world like some kiddie scribbled on her proboscis with a Magic Marker, is remarkably beautiful. Who howled in disbelief when handed over to us from our vet, her Savior...as he whispered, "Stop complaining! You're on the way to Kitty Heaven!" Who can cancel out evil in the world with a "meow".

Violet is 16, and in kidney failure; every day I give her fluids (which involves a big needle) and a potassium tablet. She forgives me, if I also give her Seafood Medley Temptation Treats. And, if I let her drink water out of the dirty dishes in the sink...and if I give her a little scratch on the butt every now and then. And access to the empty yogurt containers. Today, she upped the ante...Violet wanted a taste of the violets I gathered from the horse pasture.

I tried to change the subject. Picked her up, clipped her nails, put her down...Violet returned to the bouquet. Handed out treats, Violet headed back to the violets for dessert. Moved the flowers to the safety of the master bath. Violet looked wounded.

Then I remembered that birthday cake with candied violets years ago. I have no idea who was feted, just that beautiful cake. People eat violets. Maybe cats can eat them, too. A quick check with poison control indicated that violets pose no harm to the Kitties; and, in fact, Violet is not the only cat with a taste for violets! I returned the bouquet to the window sill, and looked the other way while Violet had a nibble. (Followed by her little brother, Foster, who can't stand to miss out on any adventure...)

The violets in the pasture are fading, now. I hope - with all my heart - that Violet is here to enjoy the first delicious, purple, taste of spring, next year.

6 comments:

Orgo Cosmetics said...

Awww, what a sweet post! She sounds fabulous. Cats are such wise, interesting creatures, aren't they? You never can really tell what they're thinking...

Sarah Knight said...

sounds very sweet
: )

Spirited Earth said...

this is a lovely photo of your elder cat..
sweet post as well.

Nancy said...

Thanks, y'all...Violet has been the avatar for my Etsy shop since I opened it. She gets fan mail over there! She is very special!

Debbie said...

Why is it the loss of pets hurt so. I lost my first one last year and can't even begin to face what it will be like when Audrey (my first kitty) begins to get old. Thanks Nancy for expressing it so well.

HelenGeorgiaRealEstate said...

Awww, that is such a sweet post and I too hope and pray she stays with you a long time. Violet is indeed special, as are they all! give her some fresh violets for me, please. Flynn