Last week I introduced our lovely new puppy Rex, just beginning his adventures in this world. Well, life has come full circle with the death of Missy. In this post I’d like to celebrate the life of a very special cat. This is her story. We run a small boarding kennel and cattery here at Pilyara, and one day fifteen years ago, a young couple arrived with a dog and six-month old kitten in tow, Max and Missy. They were going away for the Australia Day long weekend, and had booked their animals in for three nights. The boyfriend turned up on cue at the end of the stay – by himself.
‘I’m only collecting Max,’ he said.
‘Me and my girlfriend broke up. I’m taking the dog and she’s taking the cat.’
The girlfriend didn’t come for Missy that day, or the next, or the next … She didn’t answer phone calls. Weeks passed. I began to feel sorry for the half-grown black-and-white kitten, languishing in the cattery. I brought her inside. Missy was a nondescript little thing – quiet and shy, with a tiny meow. She fell asleep on my bed.
Nobody ever came for Missy. Lucky for us. Her unfailing good-nature soon won everybody over. The ideal cat – loyal, beautifully behaved and gentle as a lamb. Sometimes she would sway slightly when sitting, as if to some rhythm only she could hear. She never scratched the furniture, and always used her carpet post. She never made a mess and always used her litter tray. Unlike the other cats, she never scratched the kids during an over-enthusiastic hug, but patiently put up with their clumsy affection. She wasn’t a hunter.The native wildlife was perfectly safe around her. One day a mouse famously ran across the carpet and into her tail. Missy jumped a mile!
I became her favourite. Wherever I went, so did Missy. If I was writing in the office, or dining room or in bed, she was with me. If I spoke to her, she always responded with a considered mew. My youngest son, Tyson, dubbed her my writing cat. If I was stuck in my story he would say, ‘You need your writing cat,‘ and unceremoniously dump her on my lap. Hey presto, the words would flow. I began to believe it myself – that Missy was my muse.
She never cost me anything. She suffered no injury or illness, no expensive medications, or operations or special diets. She never caused us a moment’s worry, and gave our family enormous pleasure – a perfect life, well-lived. She even died well. That morning she had some breakfast, played with her toy mouse for a while, and went to sleep on the bed in the spare room. Fat and shiny, calm and happy as ever. Tyson went in to to cuddle her. It was still the first thing he did every morning, although he’s now nineteen. ‘Mum,’ he called, his voice urgent. I hurried in … Missy had passed away, still curled up in the blankets. Tyson’s tears flowed as freely as if he was four again. He wasn’t the only one. There was no sign of distress in her pose. Her expression was peaceful. She died in bed, in her sleep, which is more than most of us can hope for. She spared us that heart-breaking last trip to the vet, the sleepless nights because she was sick, the fears for her. She was simply there one minute, and gone the next – an angel even in death. Thank you Missy! Wonder if I’ll be able to write without you?
We have plenty of other cats and dogs to comfort us, but none like Missy. This post is to celebrate the life of a much-loved, humble little cat who we were proud to call our own. Missykins, you never put a foot wrong, darling! If I can live my life half as well, I shall be happy. Rest in peace. I miss you …
What a great companion. You will keep her alive with your vivid writing. I was right there with you for moment!
Thank you so much …
-big hug- I wish I’d known her too. Sometimes the good are rewarded.
Thank you – it’s so hard. I see her everywhere …
Every so often a special friend comes along. Sometimes they have two legs, sometimes four.
Jen, I was crying as I read your post. I bawled like a baby when our first cat was killed by a car. We now have Zara and Mayhem (mother and daughter) and I’m hoping they’ll live to a ripe old age because I don’t even want to think of them leaving us. You will miss your darling cat terribly, but she will still be with you in spirit. That bond can never be severed. Hugs.
Thanks for the hugs Sandy! I need them. So glad Missy’s story touched your heart. She was that kind of cat …
Sorry for your loss, Jen. What a touching story about an unassuming but noble little soul.
That sums Missy up beautifully – unassuming and noble … thanks Theresa
Thank you for sharing this wonderful story. I rescue cats and invariably they have health issues that last for their life, but they are always loved, pampered…just like your Missy.
Thank you all you do Astrid!
Right now I have a feral kitten (3 months old) and all the advice about feral kittens…Ashley is proving to be totally unique. Born of a feral mother, living in my friend’s garage, never had a human near him… I can stroke his back and he listens to me as I sit next to him in his room, and he’s been with me only 3.5 days. All cats are special, but some are just SPECIAL. I think Ash is the latter.
How wonderful! Yes, sometimes an animal just has that special something 🙂
Tears flowing here too, Jenny. What a darling girl. Loving hugs to you and your family xoxox
Thanks Desney. Your thoughts mean a lot … x
Cats just make a cozy place in your life so easily you often don’t appreciate how big a place it is. It’s when they’re gone and there’s this little hole wandering around your day that you realise just how much space your little friend filled in your life.
That’s exactly it Jenni. Beautifully said! She is indeed a ‘little hole, wandering around’ my day …
What a beautiful tribute to a cat who sounds truly amazing, Jennifer. My tears are flowing along with yours. I hope that your new puppy can be just as an amazing part of your life as Missy was.
As my friend said to me when we lost our pup, don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.
Thank you Karen for your kind wishes, and your tears. Shall try to smile because it happened 🙂
Jen, thank you for sharing your story of beautiful Missy. I know how heartbroken you must be at losing her.
Thanks Kandy. I appreciate your kind words 🙂
So sorry you have lost your loving Missy
Thank you Claire …
I am sorry to read the loss of Missy, she will be truly missed, hugs from all of us to you all x
Thank you so much Kerrie. We appreciate it 🙂
Oh, Jen, Iam sobbing my heart out for you. That is the most beautiful tribute. Missy is still your writing muse. Hugs
Thank you so much Jenn xx
What a lovely post! Missy sounds like a wonderful companion.
I too recently lost one of my writing partners. A once in a lifetime cat. A huge presence. In his last five years he was treated for Diabetes, and the vet staff all loved him because he was such a cool boy. No cages for my Wolfe, he proudly marched around on a leash and visited everyone, talking the whole time. It’s been 6 week and I still miss that huge presence in our house.
Sorry to hear of your loss Kathryn. He sounds like one special cat!