Advantages Love, fun and happiness
Disadvantages It ends.
Eight years ago on Christmas Eve my fiancé, who is now my husband called me into the lounge. “Look at the tree” he grinned “It’s moving”
Really busy and rushing around I told him not to be so daft, I looked anyway, and well we do don’t we?
There to my surprise there were two little glassy eyes staring out of the pine branches.
I thought the light was glinting on the decorations until this bundle of black fur fell out of the tree.
She is completely black, born on 31st October as people often call me a witch for knowing things before they happen I had to call her Tarot.I first wrote this many months ago and left it on word.
My bundle of black fur made me cry with tears of happiness and now tonight she has gone to cat heaven (I hope) and now I cry with sadness at the loss I feel through her not walking across my keyboard as I type and her not being here anymore.My bundle of black fur with the glassy eyes grew up to be a very tough cat. A character as they always are and a lover of trees, especially the fir trees in my front garden, she must have thought it was Christmas every day!
My Tarot was a character when we brought our puppy, a German shepherd home (another ball of fur) Tarot climbed the curtains and tried to get through the ceiling. However they became friends of a kind, although they fought in front of us we caught them out a few times and they kept each other company.Tarot was always a feisty cat, very proud and a very one person cat. I was privileged to be that person. I was the one she punched on the nose to wake me up in the morning if I had a lie in and she wanted breakfast. I was the one she meowed at every time I went in the kitchen for her food.
She would sit and watch me for hours, getting pretty fed up with me on a Saturday when I was reading the papers and then she would show this by sitting on the paper so I could not read it. She told me when she wanted attention and would go to many lengths to get it even trying to push the papers away. She demanded my attention.When she was a young cat she had kittens, she was quite moody at this time and wanted peace and quiet so she fell out with the dog for a while and retired upstairs. One day I just wondered how she was doing and as I walked into the room she was giving birth. She did not mind me with her and gave birth to four black kittens who all survived. It was a wonderful experience for me and to watch her, a very independent cat, care for her kittens was a miracle as we felt sure she would abandon them... However that did not last long she was soon out and about and left the dog to do the babysitting. Which I must say I had a lot of doubt about this but our German shepherd was a wonderful babysitter!
Where we lived at the time we found out that our new neighbour had a fear of black cats. She tried every trick in the book to harm our cat even with rat poison and fox alarms. Poor woman obviously had some kind of phobia. The children in the street were wicked to Tarot and one day I caught them hurting her. Tarot became quite an angry cat and would really only trust me.
One day she disappeared I could not find her anywhere and thought I had lost her.
Then one evening two weeks later I was out with my husband walking the dog. I was talking as we walked down an alley and I heard a meow. I commented that it was my Tarot’s meow. My husband told me not to be so daft. But I knew her meow and there up on the alley wall was Tarot saying hello to me. She had recognized my voice I carried her home and she never left home again.
We moved and I have never seen such a transformation in a cat. She loved those fir trees, she loved all the trees in the garden, and our neighbors all have cats so she loved the freedom. She began to relax but still argued with the dog.
She was clever and crafty knowing all the ways to get across the lounge without our dog getting her, she was quick and clever.
When the dog was not looking she would slink up to the dog’s water bowl and drink from it. Or she would go to the tap, nudge it and drink from the tap. Many a time I caught her drinking water from my glass! Rarely did she drink water from her own bowl.
I found after she had eaten my tuna from my tuna salad that I could not even leave my food for a second without her enjoying it.
If you have ever read the book Slinky Malinki you will know what my Tarot was like.
That is my favorite cat book.
If I was going away she always knew, she would watch me packing my clothes and sometimes even hide in our camper van hoping to have a holiday with us. She probably thought hmmp! The dog goes on holiday with you and I don’t!
She did not like going to the cattery the first time she sulked so much when she came home but after the initial visit she was fine and in fact I think she enjoyed the peace and quiet.
(Tonight I was thinking about the last week. I had a few strange things happen to me. One was that I have felt my aunt brush up against me, one time I actually felt she was standing next to me. My aunt died four years ago. This is the first time I have felt her presence)
Tonight I found it so hard. The tears would not stop flowing but I had to go to her although I had said good bye this morning. I kept all the tears inside as much as I could but I had to go outside to the cold hoping it would freeze the tears for a while. I just did not know how I would keep composed.
The final thought before I was called into the vet was. I am the only one Tarot really trusts I must be strong for her she must hear my voice and know that I am there with her.
She must go in peace and knowing that I love her so much.
My poor Tarot. She would sit on my lap when I read. She would meow a greeting to me every morning and night. She would punch me when she wanted attention and she would hide on the stairs and give me a whack with her paw when she wanted me to stroke her.
I am off work next week I shall miss her terribly as tonight every time I walk up the stairs I expect her to be there. When I sit down she would come and sit on my lap
Every time I go into the kitchen I will expect her to be there.
When I iron she would always sit by my side on her shelf just watching me.
Who knows maybe her spirit will be there.
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