On Thursday March 24th Anny passed away, She hadn’t been eating and was spending a lot of time in the corners of closets and under furniture for 2 days. The Monday prior she was herself vibrant, attentive, loving and bright eyed. It was very sad when I came home from the grocery store to find her dead under the living room sofa. It’s been almost a week and Katrina is showing signs of missing her best friend and sister. I’ve had Katrina since 2011 and she’s fine just crying a lot. I have my cat Jackie in search of another companion. I feel less inspired but work on the MK book and some work from my employer is helping to keep me distracted. This weekend is Michael Monroe in St Charles and then the April onslaught of podcasts begins.
photo of Anny the Watercat by Melita
Unlike Katrina, Anny never wanted out of the apartment. She never tried to get out of the back porch as Katrina has so many times and even when I’d leave the front apartment door open to all 3 flights of stairs Anny never wandered. She knew she had a safe home to live inside. A warm loving home with all of her spoils meeting her demands. And she was certainly demanding.
One thing I’ll miss and I am absolutely missing now during the early spring stormy time of year. Anny was afraid of thunderstorms, lighting and the sounds of hard pouring rain. She’d whimper and run for me and lay on my lap shaking slightly. She knew she was safe in my company. So many late night mid moreng storms she’s come to bed crying. It was adorable In many ways she never grew out of her kitten phase.
Anny loved water. If she’d hear the shower she’d get between the liner and shower curtain on the edge of the tub. She loved dripping faucets. She’d come running if I played a cat games video of a fish tank you YouTube. The most perfectly weirdo cat she sure was.
Thursday 4/3/2025 1 week after her passing: I bought ice cream last night and as I ate my first bite I had another funny Anny memory. That cat had the most amazing talent for detecting when I would pour or scoop a dairy product into or onto a recepetical. She could be 2 rooms away and her uncanny sense of smell would pick up on it and she’d come running and meowing at my feet. I doubt I’ll ever pour a glass of milk or eat cereal again for the rest of my life without reminiscing about this.
