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Date Posted: 18:07:42 11/14/03 Fri
Author: JP
Subject: My Katarina Girl

Katarina was the first cat I ever had. Thanks to her, I have adopted a few more.
2 years ago, she had a uterine infection.After surgery, they said we should put her to sleep because she also had Feline Leukemia. We sought a 2nd opinion, she recovered from the infection and the new vet thought maybe she showed a "false positive" on the test since she had been sick.

We brought Katarina back home and she grew nothing but fatter so we affectionately referred to her as "FATarina".

She lived up to her name, jumping in the middle of pizzas when opened to warm her fur and chow down with us, sticking her tiny paw into my milk glass so many times, I had to start using a tippie cup thing. She tumped my cereal over many times, relentlessly snatched food whenever she could.

She broke up dog fights, causing our big dog to cower at her clawing mercy. She ate our photo albums, stood on my computer keyboard and hung her tail down over my screen. She climbed up my speakers, and grew too fat to fit comfortably in a regulation litter box, so a rather expensive Rubbermaid storage container was introduced. She sat in the crook of my arm like a football and chased my pen when I'd write. She hung like a possum upside down along my forearm, while I sat oblivious to the claws. I think the majority of my body is scarred like my first leather couch. She even took it upon herself to sneak out the door and jot up the neighbor's highest tree for a few days.

So, needless to say, our lives continued on happily together despite the vet's warning of a potentially fatal kitty disease.

I had worked with her on allowing to be petted all the way down her back since she was so volitile and unpredictable with biting and scratching , sometimes trying to grunt and bark like her canine brothers. During the last several months, she'd become so gentle to hold and so loveable, purring softly below our necks.

One day about a month ago, I noticed her laying around alot in the hallway. This was unusual since she was usually attached to me like a presistant growth.

I had my wife call the vet. Katarina was suffering from the effects of acute feline leukemia. Her blood cell count was extremely low. They gave her a couple shots, and kept her the weekend. Come Monday morning, the vet sent her home, saying there hadn't been any change and bring her back if we noticed her suffering.

Ihad put several beloved dogs to sleep, but never a cat.I still haven't. I held Katarina in her football hold as I designed a Kitty Condo for her on the computer, not yet knowing it would become her mansion in heaven. The perches were extra wide and doorways boasted a generous girth for her to walk through. She seemed to approve.

On Thursday, my wife boiled her some chicken which she didn't eat. I bent down with a capful of her favorite milk. She stuck her little brown nose to it, and looked at me with sad eyes as if to say," I can't anymore, Daddy."
My heart was breaking as I realized she wouldn't be with us much longer.

Friday evening we went out for a while and came home to find Fatarina unable to stand up but lying in front of the door, waiting for our return. We made her a box with my wife's pink Tigger shirt to lay in. We pet and doted on her for a while in the box and talked to her in whispers.

I could tell the time was very near, as she couldn't rear her head up any more. I moved into my recliner, placing my girl in my arms looking right into her beautiful green eyes.

I cannot explain how I felt at that moment. There are no words, but we all have been there. I told her many times how I loved her and told her how beautiful she will always be. I related how proud of her I was, as I could feel her body start to relax into a final coma. I saw the life go out of her eyes before her body was at peace. I prayed she would not suffer and she did not.

The strange thing about this is the communication between us at that point seemed to change, and an almost audible voice resounded in my head that I can still hear today. A very small voice that says simply, "Daddy".

I never have to make a decision to "think" about her, as she is very much still with me somehow. I am working on building a cat house for the other kids here on earth to Katarina's specifications.

Rest and play in peace that passes all understanding, my dear Katarina Girl.

Love,
"Daddy"

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