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Missy crossed the bridge sometime between 2am and 4am.

This morning, a field mouse dared to come to the 2nd (main) floor of this house. I have never seen a mouse in this house, but there is a chance that with all of the work downstairs, either Dad or Brett forgot to put the towel down on the floor to block the side cellar door - there's a crack under the door wide enough for a tiny enterprising mouse to squeeze through.

From the bedroom, I saw India run down the hallway from the laundry room to the living room with a puff of grey in her mouth and I thought it odd that their toy fuzzy mouse had made it all the way back to the laundry room, but it was no big deal: they play with it a lot. Then I saw India playing with it in the dining room: it was under the baseboard.

Missy had very slowly brought herself out to the dining room area from the bathroom. As of yesterday, she could no longer climb to her favorite shelf. I had made small steps for her, but she wasn't strong enough so she slept on the bed of towels on the floor.

It must have run away from India, because next thing I knew, India was still back at the baseboard and Missy had the mouse in her mouth. The mouse appeared to have escaped India and Missy mustered the energy to launch herself at the mouse. She was a Master Mouser, that one.

Missy was one of those eco-disaster cats you hear about. Once I let her out in South Glastonbury and she had herself a bird and was back into the basement in about two minutes. Couldn't believe my eyes. She ran up the cellar stairs, ran up the nearest tree, caught herself a bird and took it immediately back to the basement. Never did see a trace of that bird. *shudder*

I didn't let her out again except I think once or twice here - I think she lived outside for a long time, as a part of her life. I am glad that the weather finally cooled down a bit at the end so that she could at least lay next to the screen door and feel the breeze and smell the scents and watch the squirrels.

I went back through LJ and figured out that Missy, Nala and India came home with me July 21st, 2007.


p.s. I wrapped her in a bag and then tucked her into a Yankee Candle box. She's in the freezer.

p.s./2: I absolutely cringe when I go back and read the entries from that time period.



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Jul. 29th, 2013 04:04 pm (UTC)
Forgive me if I'm misreading, but Missy got to spend her last day heroically hunting a mouse? It may sound odd to say, but I'm glad that mouse found its way into your house.

*HUGS* I'm sorry for your loss. I'm glad she had such a good life with you. She was such a sweet kitty.
Jul. 29th, 2013 05:50 pm (UTC)
You've got it exactly!! How brilliant was that, right? The universe or chaos or what-have-you saw fit to bring a mouse to Missy at exactly the right moment. Another day and she might have only had the energy to watch the mouse. I do think she used up the last of her remaining strength to catch that mouse, but what better way, right? I'm so glad that the mouse came. Sorry for the mouse a bit, but it was too adventuresome for its own good.

Dad buried her this morning with Wooby and Bootsy. ;-) Not long in the freezer.
Jul. 29th, 2013 05:51 pm (UTC)
{HUG} Thank you. It is hard because I am seeing her everywhere. And I am remembering that spring, which was a very hard time. And I'm remembering my other lost little ones. But I am glad she had an easy life. And plenty to eat. And pillows.
Aug. 1st, 2013 02:37 am (UTC)
Ah, that's a fine way to end a chapter in a cat's life. Mousing to the end. I'm sorry about her passing but glad that she remained a vigilant huntress to the end.

Regarding seeing her everywhere - I swore I saw my old black cat Minnie at my parents' house for years after she died. It was so strange. That doesn't happen anymore. I think that it is the mind expecting to see the creature that has been there for so long.

Good kitty...now rest a bit until the next one.
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