My Cat George, In Memory.
My Cat was found by us in 1997, the same year George Of the Jungle was released. In fact, we found her at the movie theatre when this movie was released. She was trying to go into the theatre with the people, after having been abandoned in the parking lot.
The Cat was a kitten then, barley able to eat.
We knew the Theatre owner, and he let us take the cat in and watch the film with us. We did, and we took the Cat home afterward, and she became a part of our home. We named the Cat George, after George of the Jungle. At the time, we didn’t realise he was a she.
We soon discovered this, however, but by then it was too late, the cat had already begun to respond Only to George, so this was her name.
She came in on us when we had a small dog named Lady, who at first didn’t like her, but thy soon got use to each other and got along, and for years we had them both.
George was a good cat, but not an overly loving one. She seldom wanted to be petted, and a pat on the head was usually good enough. Mainly she liked being left alone.
But she didn’t like me being gone from home for long periods, and would search the house crying if I was gone when I was not suppose to be. (Such as when I took a trip, or had to spend the night in a Hospital.)
But she was a very loyal Cat and stayed with us, endearing herself to us.
She was also sometimes funny. When we first got a speaker phone near her, my Grandmother, who lived with us, called form California. She recognised the voice, and tried looking for her ot no avail. She looked under the phone, on top, and behind it, and finally tried to claw my Grandmother out of the phone. We laughed at this.
Other times, she perked up and went to the Television whenever she heard the name “George”, such as Hurricane George, King George, or for eight years, President George Bush.
She enjoyed going into my bedroom and hiding, or sitting in the bathroom window, but her favourite place was on top of the Heater. In the Winter this made sense as it was warm, but she did this even in summer. The Heater top is a large, flat metal surface. We once put a pillow up there for her one summer and she knocked it down. She liked the Heater as Hard and flat. She didn’t fancy soft things.
Sometimes thought she’d try to sleep with one of us. She had an unfortunate habit though of wanting to sleep on our heads. We didn’t allow her to sleep with us, but if I slept on the couch she could sleep on the back of the Couch.
She was a good cat indeed.
But this year she suffered an illness, an infection, and this would prove Fatal. Unfortunately she passed away recently. In fact, the night I write this is the night she died. At 9:03 Eastern Standard Time, on the 3rd of July, 2009. I write this only an hour after I placed her body in a Towel and put it in a Freezer in the Garage, to await help in the morning, which is both the 4th of July and my Birthday, to burry her.
We had taken her to the Vet, and he told us it was an infection, but despite 9 days of treatment and Antibiotics, she did not respond.
She gradually got worse.
The Vet had wanted to put her to sleep three weeks ago, but I felt that she’d be happier at home, and couldn’t stand the thought of her dying in a Hospital, especially how they handled it, wanting me to OK it over the phone and do it with us not even there to say goodbye. Call me insane, but I thinks he should at least have had us around.
And, some may consider this cruel, but I just though that, If she was going to die, it should be at home. I know that if given the choice Id rather die at home, and not in a Hospital. She never liked the Vets anyway. So we brought her home against the Doctors wishes.
Surprising everyone, she began to eat and move around once home, though not strongly, and she did get weaker. I had to go to Los Angeles for business but my mother and Grandmother took care of her. Fearing she would Die before I got back, I was pleasantly surprised that she was not only alive but perky, although now with sores on her hips.
Although growing weaker, I got to spend a week or two more with her after I got back, and she even sat on my lap and slept with me some. Last night she got onto the couch and we both slept there.
Today, though, she didn’t eat, and in the evening began to cry weakly and thrash about. She died a few minuets later, with me holding her, telling her it’d be OK.
And now, her spirit has returned to God who sent it, and she is no longer suffering, back in the Immortal Embrace of her creator.
She had a long life that really wasn’t all that eventful. Well, she was a cat, but she was good company and a grand companion, who would curl up with me and purr, or just be there for me as to keep me company. She was happy and contented in this life, and hope now she is happy and well again in the presence of God.
And here I’ll end this.