Xena was my cat growing up, and when my first engagement ended she moved into the Richmond House with me, and resided there for four years. Many people in Dallas knew her as a really fat blur of fuzzy white that would shuffle from one overhead shelter to the next, couch to chair, chair to bed, etc, and some often confused her for some kind of feral creature that had gotten in during one of our parties.
She was a great pet, and an excellent nemesis. After a few evenings of having a girl stay the night, on one occasion, she climbed to the top of my bedroom set headboard (a good 6.5 feet up) and swan dived onto my head to express her discontent. Really, she was just being protective (and territorial), but it didn't stop me from bodily throwing her into the back of my couch. She righted herself, our eyes locked, and in that moment we knew where we stood with each other.
I loved that cat, as many who lived in the house did, in an embrace of all of her quirky bizzarities, such as chewing the air incessantly and doing the "talking cat" gag when her butt was scratched. She helped me through some really tough emotional times while I lived in Dallas. After I moved to Denton she went to live with my parents, her obesity had begun to get worse and she was losing her vision.
She spent 3 happy years in her original home until she died last night in her bed from cardiovascular complications, she was 19.
Bye Xena, I'm going to miss you, you cuddly evil bitch.
-Sean
1 comments:
I remember she used to sleep in between us when I stayed over, which is probably for the best considering I karate kick in my sleep... I bet she took a few blows for you.
Sorry for your loss.
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