Today I came home from photographing a house for a new drawing. Jones was on the porch, as usual. I said, “Jones, don’t lie that way. You look dead!” She was. Zeke just looked over at her body and had lunch. I went into the house to put my things down and realized I needed a friend, because I am just a big baby. S came over and brought Ralph with her. They are so kind. They found no signs of injury, so they loaded her into a box, and I am now trying to get a hole dug in the DG (or whatever the heck this hard excuse for soil is) so I can properly lay her to rest. Jones was a dropped off cat who came to us about 8 years ago. She had pretty coloring, a brown tabby with clear green eyes and very soft fur. I used to tell her that she was made up of the leftover scraps from the Kitty Factory. Her legs and tail were short, and her eyes were too big for her face. She squeaked rather than meowed, and she always let me know exactly what she wanted. “Let me in”, “let me out”, “Perkins wants to come in”, “the food bowl is empty”. . . she was very clear. Each time we got a new kitten (she watched 5 new cats come into her space), she was outraged. If the new cat got too close, not only did she hiss and growl, she actually snorted! Not real ladylike, but she had a point to make. She was preceded in death Wilson, Scout, Prudence and Amos, but is survived by Zeke and Perkins. I got tired of her barfing, and I didn’t always like her, but I loved Jones and I will miss her. So will Perkins, but Zeke will just have dinner.
Perkins and Jones looked out for one another. Zeke looks out for his bowl.
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Oh, Jana, I’m so sorry. There’s a plaque outside my front door for Raisin, a beautiful, rescued, long-legged, black and gray tabby with a scratchy “alley cat” voice I had the privilege to love and enjoy for 15 years and a plaque for Puck, our amazing little long-haired dauchshound mix whom we loved and enjoyed for 16 years. I couldn’t talk about either one of them without crying, for quite some time, but my family said to remember the good life I gave them, and think about them being happy smelling the flowers (Puck) and leaping up on the roofs of houses (Raisin)… Thank you so much for sharing. I hope our comments have helped at least a little.
Hi Jana,
Mike told me about Jones the other day. I’m sorry to hear that she had died. He would tell me a stories about the cats once in a while.
You can’t tell me that they don’t know how to talk. Point in case, Hercules our only male cat. Besides being a big chicken, is also a big baby. He generally talks at my sister. Nine o’clock is his bed time or so he says and demands that she comes to bed too. If she doesn’t pay attention to his demands he will sit and stare at her trying to to command by telepathy. It hasn’t worked yet but he keeps trying.
He will actually stand up against her legs wanting to be picked up…. hehehe that always works!
They makes us laugh, they make us cry, and they can certainly make you mad, but no matter what they can make us love them.
Take care.
Sorry to hear about your kitty…will try to snail mail soon…
Stacy
I, too, know what you are going through. Every feline loss leaves an empty hole in my heart. But how fortunate Jones was to enjoy many years of your love and care. Heck, I even get emotional over my friends’ cats whom I’ve never met. Some day another lucky kitty will squeeze his way into your heart. But Jones will always leave a part of her with you.
Sharon
(currently owned by Bogie and Stella)
Jana, I’m so sorry for your loss. Jones was a beautiful cat! Go ahead and cry your eyes out. That’s what I did when Sadie died. I walk by her grave and tell her hello nearly every day and now I even give her a little pat. It is very comforting to know she is so near. I hope you find (found) a very special place to bury Jones.
Natalie
Jana,
I won’t pretend to know how you felt but my heart goes out to you. Was Jones the cat that was bitten by a rattlesnake a few years ago? Knowing how much you love cats, she dropped into the best home in the world and her life was blessed. She will prowl in kitty heaven as I know our pets meet us there.
Linda
Jana, I am so sorry. Jones was very lucky to have found you, and a very good home. They all are such individuals, it leaves a big hole in your life when they are gone.
I’m so sorry Jana. I too lost my grandkitty on the 17th of this month. He was a persian cat …..my son had named him “Mister” He sure had his own personality , so different from his sister “Remy”. She acted like a spoiled b…! Pardon my language. She shrieked, whined and was just never happy about anything except when she would crawl into bed with you and head straight to the bottom of the bed and sleep. I last saw Mister last February and he was sick then. He used to be huge and had very big eyes, not like Remy who was skinny. She always reminded me of one of those Hollywood stars, skinny and sassy. My son is still so upset about Mister. I believe he got all three kittens back in 2000. There is also a Siamese named Jenny.
Gorgeous cat pictures, and the personality of the cats shine through. Wish I weren’t allergic!!!!!
Awww, I’m so sorry, I know just how it feels. That is how my Stanley went, just came home and he was gone, in the middle of the room, no reason. Very sad.
I feel for you.
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