When I got married 25 years ago, I brought with me a pregnant cat my sister had found at a school where she was working. We called her Mama Cat all of her life. She lived 19 years.
We also saved a kitten someone found in a trash can that still had it’s eyes closed, and I raised her with bottles of kitten formula. Chynnah lived 17 years and disappeared one day and we never saw her again.
Sassy was my baby, the last one. I still remember the day I fell in love with her at Sea World Pet Mart in Fresno. She was clinging to the bars on the cage shaking in fear. Sassy had one litter of kittens, four of them were orange and one was a calico like her.
My 19 year old calico Sassy Cat went to kitty heaven yesterday. Laura my Collie, and Sassy, were bff”s. When Sassy was in her last moments, she started pawing like baby kitties do on their mommies tummies, and purring so I think maybe her mama came to take her home.
She was a good kitty, a great mouser and a wonderful friend.
