Snowflake was my cat, so called because when we first got her, nearly 20 years ago, she was white and weighed about the same as her namesake. As a kitten she was ill treated and left for dead and it left her with a lifetime of mistrust for humans. She wasn’t fond of cats or most dogs either. The number of people she ever got close to was very limited and I was privileged to be counted amongst that number.
She recently passed away. It was to be expected. She had been ill for some time and she was getting old.
That said, I haven’t cried so much since I watched Up.
She liked boxes. Any small places really. Any place she could hide away. She liked to climb inside, or if she didn’t fit, sometimes she would just stick her head in.
She loved computers. She loved sitting on games consoles as they kept her nice and warm. She particularly loved hitting the reset button right after one of us had done a particularly difficult part of a game, but right before we had saved.
She liked books. If she ever saw me lying around reading, then clearly the spot I was staring at so intently had to be the best spot around and it was the only spot for her. Time after time she would come and park herself on whatever I was reading.
She liked playing. She liked to sit on a fabric chair while we played with it so she could chase our hand around.
She hated baths. She had very few, but she was adorably cute when she did. She shrunk down to less than a quarter of her normally fluffy self.
She hated haircuts. She was noticeably embarrassed whenever she had one. She liked to look her best.
She liked warm places. She liked sitting in the sun. She liked to purr.
Farewell little one.
Rest Peacefully.
