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Jan 06 2012

Malice

She was just there one day when we walked out the door, sleek and friendly. We stopped to pet her briefly and went on our way.

She was there again in a day or two, then again after that, less sleek and dirtier every time. Still always friendly. We put out food when she showed up, but pettings were her first priority. So we pet her. Then we washed our hands.

It was when she showed up with the oil spot on her back, I think, that we took her in. There was a spare bedroom at that point where she could be quarantined until we could get her to the vet. After the gray kitten a few months before who turned out to have feline leukemia, we were careful about getting too attached, and very careful of our two other cats.

The bath was a necessity. She stank, and the oil had to go away before it got all over everything. I’ve never seen a cat enjoy a bath before, but she seemed grateful she didn’t have to clean it all up.

The vet’s visit was expensive. Spaying a pregnant cat, even if she hasn’t been pregnant long, is an expensive thing. “By the way,” the vet said, “what you have is a lynx-point Siamese.” Siamese. First heat. Well, that explained why she was now a stray. That and a certain amount of random cruelty from idiots who couldn’t handle noise.

She was clear on the feline leukemia, and there had been plenty of sniffing and pawing under the door to the spare bedroom, so it was time to introduce the cats. She went straight for the Mysticism, the older cat, the moment she saw her. That’s when she got her first name: Malice. If you were a person, you were golden with Malice. If you were another cat…oof.

Mine. All mine.She got other names over time. “Bruiser” for the way she walked with her toes turned slightly in and her shoulders turned out. “Underfoot” for obvious, entirely cat-like reasons. “Aforethought” more because it was required than because she displayed any planning. “Football cat” for the shape she eventually took on.

She was Ben’s cat, probably because Humor was so thoroughly mine. He trained her for cute. If she wanted your attention, she would very politely put a paw on you, on your face if she could reach it. She spent countless evenings on the couch with Ben, demanding pettings every time he stopped, until her nose slowly dipped down onto his chest and she was asleep. She was the cat who lived on the bed at night, by Ben’s head or by my feet, because there wasn’t any room by his.

She had a nasty habit of licking herself raw in spots. It looked like compulsion, except that she would scratch if not allowed to lick. Eventually we got her on corn-free food–easier said than done when she’d stop eating at any change to her food or water, even in placement–and that cleared up.

Then this summer, she started licking her shoulder again. It got nasty and infected, and she had to take a course of antibiotics. That was “fun.” Even after she was all healed, however, she’d still scratch at the spot more than she had before. One night, thinking maybe she had a tooth that was bothering her, I checked her jaw for any swelling. There was indeed a bump, so she went to the vet a couple days later.

It wasn’t a tooth infection. It was cancer. It might have been operable, but Malice would have been miserable, and there was no guarantee it would prolong her life. We opted to spoil her for the time she had left.

Snuggled KittenIt made sense of a number of small changes, like the drooling when she was receiving pettings, which was half endearing and entirely gross. It also explained why, for the first time in her life, she wasn’t completely gobbling down the rationed food she received twice a day. We moved her onto wet food. She was hungry enough not to fight the change very hard. Eventually that became liquid food, as we mixed water into it so she could just lap it up.

She still lost weight over time, becoming less football-shaped. She still had her bruiser walk, though. She drooled more. We got used to wiping her chin and smelling vaguely like wet cat food where she rubbed herself against us. Unable to clean herself well, she needed another bath, which she only tolerated this time. She came downstairs less but slept on top of us in bed in order to get her people contact. She was, in fact, spoiled rotten.

Then the day came where her tongue, which she used to sometimes forget about when she’d been cleaning herself, just didn’t really fit in her mouth anymore. It was time to make the appointment at the veterinarian, while she was mostly happy and healthy, aside from the huge chin that was pulling down her gums. She fell asleep on her boy’s lap yesterday, after fighting the sedative. We left her, calm and peaceful, on the towel on the table and came home to an empty house.

For the first time since I lived in a dorm in college, I live in a house with no cats. It will probably be better for Ben’s asthma, but it is a very strange place to be.

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  1. 1
    Josh, Official SpokesGay

    Oh my god, Stephanie, I’m so sorry. I’m in sympathetic tears with you. A house without a cat is not a home.

  2. 2
    SC (Salty Current), OM

    Condolences.

  3. 3
    Manly Bowler

    I’m reading this while my cat is sleeping close to my bed. Now I want to hug him until I don’t imagine anymore that this might be him someday. :-(

    My condolences, Stephanie. I hope you and Ben can deal with the grief. Like Josh says, a house without a cat is not a home.

  4. 4
    blorgle

    My sympathies.

    I’m glad you made her life a good one.

  5. 5
    george.w

    I am so sorry… how a house does echo when there’s no cat in it.

  6. 6
    Jason Thibeault

    This cat, this poor dear football cat, lived a good life because of you and Ben. I am sad that I will not get to say hello to her and give her scritches when she meows quietly at me.

  7. 7
    Greg Laden

    So we pet her. Then we washed our hands.

    Some of the best relationships start that way.

    In case you need anything: http://goo.gl/h6GcX

  8. 8
    shouldbeworking

    My condolences.

    Her Majesty, aka my daughter’s cat, just jumped onto my lap demanding attention again. We took her in as an abandoned kitten. She will go to me as her first, second and third choices out of sheer bloody-mindedness instead the girl. I’m typing one handed as the other one is occupied with chin rubs. I resolve to be a more loyal subject of Her Majesty Queen Cleo.

  9. 9
    Ramel

    I know how you must feel, one of ours died on christmas eve. In his case it was simply old age, he turned 20 last November. It’s strange just how big a void a small fluffy creature can leave in your life.

  10. 10
    WMDKitty -- Survivor

    *hugs Stephanie*

  11. 11
    Stephanie Zvan

    Thanks, everybody.

  12. 12
    crowepps

    This was just really beautiful, and honored your cat very lovingly. It aroused echoes from many sad occasions over the years when I had to say goodbye to beloved cats. I guess the pain is the price required for the pleasure, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

  13. 13
    tuibguy

    My sympathies, Stephanie.

  14. 14
    'Tis Himself

    Putting a pet down is the last duty we owe to our animals. But a pet is a family member and is mourned like any other family member. My condolences.

    Now I have to give Hammerstein an extra head scratching in commemoration of Malice.

  15. 15
    Phledge

    A beautiful commemoration for a beautiful cat. My sincerest condolences to you and Ben.

  16. 16
    D. C. Sessions

    $HERSELF and I have been outliving four-footed companions for a total of more than 80 years. It’s always heartbreaking, and even knowing that we keep inviting them into our lives.

    There’s a lesson there, I suppose. However, I think I’ll just spend some time petting Chaos and Phantom instead.

    Hugs, Stephanie. And please hug Ben for me.

  17. 17
    ohioobserver

    I am so sorry for your loss.

    Our cat of 21 years died of cancer just as we were moving into a new house. So we went out and got two new cats. Immediately. We couldn’t live in such an empty house.

    You are brave.

  18. 18
    24fps

    My condolences. Losing a pet is losing a family member, even though we know they will not live as long as we do, and it is heartbreaking.

    I’m facing being dogless for the first time in a long time – we will have to put down our gorgeous English setter soon because of a degenerative neurological disease. It’s going to be very odd not to hear a tail thumping on the floor when I get up in the morning.

  19. 19
    Luna_the_cat

    One of our best friends just lost his cat of 16 years to mouth cancer. I feel for you, that grief is just too close. The thing to remember is just how loved and cared for your cat was, and how happy she obviously was with you; and I hope the pain of her loss fades with time.

  20. 20
    Dana Hunter

    Oh, my dear. *hugs* What a beautiful girl she was! And what a beautiful life you gave her!

    If you need anything at all, you know where to find me.

  21. 21
    Susannah

    My condolences. We recently lost a “stray” who insisted on moving in as a kitten, some 18+ years ago. The house will never be the same without her.

    So here’s to our Sasha, my Brandy (d. 2000, still missed), Jellybean, Midnight and Rusty and all their kin. And your remarkable Malice. =

  22. 22
    tielserrath

    Hugs for your loss.

    They wriggle into your lives, don’t they, and leave unexpectedly large gaps when they go.

    My Hodge, I think, is part siamese – though all black from nose to tail, she wanders through the house having complicated conversations with the walls.

    I don’t think I’ll ever be catless. There’s Hodge (12), Bosie (10), Lucy (10), Molly (4). Then there are the ferals Talisker, Frodo and Marmaduke, ages unknown. When I’m on holiday, hotel beds seem oddly empty and during the nights I wake unexpectedly alone. I don’t like it.

  23. 23
    DLC

    yeah. kinda sucks, losing a cat. Best wishes to you, and I hope you remember the good things.

  24. 24
    Aratina Cage

    A wonderful and heartbreaking eulogy for an unforgettable kitteh-cat. Damn you, cancer!

  25. 25
    Greta Christina

    I am so sorry. Having recently lost cats of our own, Ingrid and I know how hard it is. It sounds like you gave her an excellent life and a peaceful death. That’s all we can do for our animal companions. Please accept our sincerest condolences.

  26. 26
    Stacy

    What a lovely little gal she was. How lucky she was to have such loving humans.

  27. 27
    Interrobang

    Sorry for your loss. All cats deserve good eulogies.

  28. 28
    Cujo359

    Sorry for your loss. She sounds like she was a wonderful friend to have around.

  29. 29
    Juniper Shoemaker

    I’m late, but I’m still sorry. Malice sounds as if she was a good cat– if there can ever be such as thing as a good cat, and not a lovably diabolical creature you wouldn’t have any other way– and I’m glad she had you and Ben to spoil her rotten until the end.

  30. 30
    scenario

    I’m sorry to hear about Malice. I always had cats growing up and its amazing how much you love them. We’ve got two yorkies now and I don’t know what I’d do without them. I’ve always believed that pets are an important part of life and I wanted my kids to have the joy of sharing their lives with them.

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