Pink
Ladies and Gentlemen,
This is Pink. She and her siblings were born underneath my parents' neighbor's apartment. There were three of them. Pink and her two brothers. When they were old enough, their mother left them to fend for themselves. They wandered next door to my parents' house.
My Mom said every time someone opened the door to go outside the three kittens would be sitting at the bottom of the steps looking up at whoever was coming outside. They were looking for something to eat. Of course, my parents fed them. Eventually, all the kittens went to a good home with Pink staying with my Dad and one of her brothers going home with my sister and her family.
Pink and Dad had a special relationship. He was starting his descent into dementia when she came along She gave him so much joy. Before the disease completely took over, he would hold her every chance he got. He would sit on the couch with her and they would both sleep. He loved Pink and Pink loved him.
She was an outdoor cat when she lived with Dad. I used to tell him she was ghetto and rachet. She learned how to fight the other cats in the neighborhood and kept her skills up to date by practicing as much as she could.
My Dad transitioned in January of 2019. On the day of his homegoing, we were gathered at our house. My brother walked up to me carrying Pink. Her beautiful fur was dirty with mud. My brother said "she's been fighting, you need to brush her. " I laughed. And I did NOT brush her.
After our Dad's homegoing, my sister took Pink home with her. She has adjusted well to being an indoor cat. She's fat and pampered now. My sister said she came into their family and took over. Her brother, Beau, has been terrorized by her since she got there.
She's quite the Queen in that house. When we visit she allows us to pamper and rub her. She does not allow us to pick her up though. I think she knows how privileged we feel that she allows us to rub her. She sleeps on my sister and brother in law instead of her own bed, and she has shown the two baby kitties how to be kitties.
My sister shared this story with me on Thanksgiving: My sister left her house to run some errands. When she got back home, she opened the door to enter her house and when she opened the door, Pink ran outside. She said she panicked and knew she would have to drive around the neighborhood looking for poor Pink.
We both figured Pink needed to see what was going on outside since she hasn't been outdoors in almost a year. My sister said when Pink ran outside she thought the cat would keep running but she didn't, she froze as soon as her tiny paws hit the front yard!!! Her eyes grew as large as saucers and her facial expression said "OH SHIT"!! When Pink got her bearings back, she ran back inside, beating my sister back inside the house!!!
I miss that Pink!!! But my sister keeps me updated on her and her antics. I got a card for my birthday from her this year!!!
I am not owned by a cat, but if I were, her name would be Pink.
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