This is just about our lives - four cats, two kids, a musician and a preacher.
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Monday, May 01, 2006
We've all been a little sad here today. Noire died last night. She had been on a steady decline, and we were going to take her to the vet today. I've been trying to figure out just how old she was. I'm pretty sure she was 20 years old.
Noire was my DeKalb cat. My friend Susannah brought her to live in her apartment next door, hoping that her landlord wouldn't notice. Noire spoiled that plan - she would sit between the closed blinds and the window and talk to the landlord. In those days, Noire spoke in melodious 7 syllable meows. And she enjoyed a good conversation. When you asked her questions, she had an answer.
After I moved back to Lexington to work on my doctorate, Noire went to live with my Dad. I couldn't take any time away from work to look for an apartment, so my Mom found one for me. And no cats were allowed. Dad didn't really want a cat, but he agreed to take her in with only a small amount of grumbling.
Before Noire moved in, Dad went around muttering "What am I going to do with a *cat.* It's going to be too much trouble, that *cat.*" After about a month, Dad admitted "I kinda like that cat. She's pretty good company for a cat." Then once he really knew Noire, she was his buddy. And he said "You're not taking that cat! She's staying here with me."
Noire lived a long, long life. She adjusted through quite a few household changes, and the addition of three more cats and two human babies. Nathan told me today that he felt sad. He helped Randy dig a hole and bury Noire under a big pine tree. Lila was so confused and upset by the burial. She didn't want that dirt on her cat. But I am glad that we said our good-byes at home.
Noire was a feisty cat with enough spunk to get her through 20 years. I've spent the day thinking of Noire's adventures, and she will be missed.Labels: Juice Fast
7:31 PM
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