Katze Kitty
1994-2009
Her royal highness, her majesty, Queen Katze Kitty (Katze, German for kitty so her name was kitty kitty) passed away quietly Sunday, February 1, 2009 after a long bout with diabetes. As the first of the childhood pets, she ends an era in our household and has literally etched memories in all of our lives and skin forever.
She came to live with us shortly after we purchased our first home. We had mice at the time. Holdovers from our apartment where we couldn't have pets, but were allowed mice (perhaps only because they were small and never went out so management never really knew they were there). As a kitten, she quickly made friends with them keeping an eye on them everyday from the time of her arrival until their demise less than thirty days later. She endured and outlasted Abby Dog, Pepper Kitty (no relation), Rosie and Sammy Bunny, Brigham Bun, a brood of chickens, and a million goldfish. Without a doubt she ruled over them all.
Despite the early days when she was embarassed weekly as I took her out with the trash, she somehow overcame the embarassing experiences and rose to rule over all she could see. There was only one cat that dared to venture into her domain, and that was Pepper Kitty, who, as her only defeat, came to live with us as well. She put the rest of us to task serving her hand and foot, giving up our beds, couches, La-z-Boys, and good health in order to please her. Everyone of us bears the scars on our extremities that attest to our servitude. Doorjams and furniture were shredded and stand as a silent testimony to her iron hand rule.
But despite even her harsh rule, who can forget the fun that was had with her. Fighting with her by grabbing her tail after she had caught a bird in the backyard. Throwing her onto the frozen pond and watching her land on the ice instead of in the icy cold water.
She was also known as the Healing Kitty. Despite her proud demeanor and attitude, she had healing powers unknown to any other animal. Whenever anyone was sick she should lay next to them and purr and make them better. She had the loudest purr of any kitty. And there were times that all you had to do was look at her and she would purr loudly. She would purr as she shred you hand and arm to a bloody pulp. And she would purr as she left you in a rushing head as you went to wash out your wounds. She never had a wound. In her whole life, she never had a wound.
Our only revenge was when she was diagnosed with diabetes a year ago and we got to give her daily shots. She knew they made her feel better and would come to the kitchen and line up properly for us to shoot her. She even purred when we gave her shots. And she still shredded the door jams right up to the end.
Katze loved life and lived it to the fullest until she just plumb ran out. If ever there was a cat who knew how to be a cat, it was Katze. Queen of Cats, Queen of all she could see. Long live the queen; if even only in our hearts and memory.
She came to live with us shortly after we purchased our first home. We had mice at the time. Holdovers from our apartment where we couldn't have pets, but were allowed mice (perhaps only because they were small and never went out so management never really knew they were there). As a kitten, she quickly made friends with them keeping an eye on them everyday from the time of her arrival until their demise less than thirty days later. She endured and outlasted Abby Dog, Pepper Kitty (no relation), Rosie and Sammy Bunny, Brigham Bun, a brood of chickens, and a million goldfish. Without a doubt she ruled over them all.
Despite the early days when she was embarassed weekly as I took her out with the trash, she somehow overcame the embarassing experiences and rose to rule over all she could see. There was only one cat that dared to venture into her domain, and that was Pepper Kitty, who, as her only defeat, came to live with us as well. She put the rest of us to task serving her hand and foot, giving up our beds, couches, La-z-Boys, and good health in order to please her. Everyone of us bears the scars on our extremities that attest to our servitude. Doorjams and furniture were shredded and stand as a silent testimony to her iron hand rule.
But despite even her harsh rule, who can forget the fun that was had with her. Fighting with her by grabbing her tail after she had caught a bird in the backyard. Throwing her onto the frozen pond and watching her land on the ice instead of in the icy cold water.
She was also known as the Healing Kitty. Despite her proud demeanor and attitude, she had healing powers unknown to any other animal. Whenever anyone was sick she should lay next to them and purr and make them better. She had the loudest purr of any kitty. And there were times that all you had to do was look at her and she would purr loudly. She would purr as she shred you hand and arm to a bloody pulp. And she would purr as she left you in a rushing head as you went to wash out your wounds. She never had a wound. In her whole life, she never had a wound.
Our only revenge was when she was diagnosed with diabetes a year ago and we got to give her daily shots. She knew they made her feel better and would come to the kitchen and line up properly for us to shoot her. She even purred when we gave her shots. And she still shredded the door jams right up to the end.
Katze loved life and lived it to the fullest until she just plumb ran out. If ever there was a cat who knew how to be a cat, it was Katze. Queen of Cats, Queen of all she could see. Long live the queen; if even only in our hearts and memory.
