In Memory of Mikki

Today was one of the saddest days of my life.  My first baby girl, my cat Mikki, died today.  She would have been 17 years old sometime this month.  I don’t know exactly when she was born as she was a stray.  She was only a few weeks old when I got her around Memorial Day weekend in 1990.  She was a little tiny furball who was afraid of her own shadow.  She moved with me from my apartment, to my townhouse, and finally to the house we live in now.  She was always a tiny cat, but in the last few months she became very skinny.  Her appetite was still good, though.  But I guess her heart was worn out.  I will miss her terribly.

I do want to share a favorite story with you.  The first Christmas she was with me, I came home from work one night to find that the bottom string of lights on my Christmas tree weren’t working.  I checked the string and found that one of the sockets was missing a bulb.  I thought it strange, but just put in a new bulb.  A few nights later, the same thing happened again.  I still had no clue what was going on.  A day or two later, someone came to my apartment and I went to answer the door in my stocking feet.  Now, my door was at the bottom of an interior flight of stairs.  I felt a lump under the carpet, and when I looked I found the two light bulbs together under the rug!  At that point, I knew that one of my two cats must have had something to do with it, but I didn’t know which one.  Until a few hours later when I heard a noise at the bottom of the stairs.  I went and looked, and there was Mikki sticking her paws under the rug looking for her buried treasure!  To this day, I have no clue how she managed to pull the bulbs out of the sockets without breaking them.

Rest in Peace, my sweet angel!

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