Many of you know that one of the Fenner Furgang has been lost to us. My beautiful Lilac Point Siamese was apparently hit by a car and placed across the street from our house after we had put up Lost Kitty posters. I know this because we put the posters up and the next morning there she was--- and had clearly been gone for awhile already. On some level I am grateful to at least know.
Enough of that because I come to memorialize her, not dwell on ugly memories of her. She was Jasmine. My Jazzy. Jazzy Spazzy Jaz was a unique feline. Beautiful gray and beige fur-- soft soft soft. She had the most striking blue eyes. This picture doesn't do her justice, but it is the last one I have of her just the other day.
The first time I saw Jaz was at the shelter. This was also when I met Kathy Schroeder which is in itself a memorable event since we went on to become good friends (okay, Pastor Chris is giving us a tithe discount just to keep an eye on her). She had spoken to my mom who said I was on the lookout for a kitten and so gave me first shot at a new litter brought in to the shelter. I decided to pick the most beautiful kitten of all and that was my Jazzy. She had a very loud meow. VERY LOUD and she made her presence known at every opportunity. She was the Alpha Animal in our home though she was the smallest of the grown up cats. I don't know if she every even saw the baby kittens. She was the boss. She even bossed the dog-- though the dog outweighed her by probably 60 lbs.
She and the dog had a very special friendship. They would always greet each other with a headbonk or a nose to nose sniff. Once, when the dog ran away, I found him trotting down the road with Jaz along side him. I think she was leading him home and nagging at him the whole way. When she was a young kitty she ate part of a rubber ball. It cost me well over $1,000 to have it surgically removed. The doc showed it to me. I always wondered why she ate it! Before her stitches were even out I caught her eating an enourmous rubber band. Weird kitty.
Jaz was an indoor/outdoor kitty. But mostly outdoors. She liked to climb trees and trot along the fence tops. She often was found up on the roof of our old house or in the rafters. One time I didn't see her around and for a couple hours and happened to look for something in the truck of my car-- there she was! She was quick to sneak into non-cat areas of the house and so we had hoped that she had gotten trapped somewhere she didn't belong, until yesterday morning when it was clear that she had certainly been where she didn't belong and had paid the price for it.
I am going to miss her. I will miss the bright curious look in her pretty blue eyes. I will miss headbonks and giving her scritches and rubbing her ears. I will even miss all the times she woke me up in the middle of the night to groom me with her sandpaper tongue. I guess she didn't think I had done a good job washing my own face.
She even shared her tomatoe soup with me sometimes!!
Goodbye Sweet Jasmine.