Oh, no! Another week, and another melincholy memory of saying goodbye to one of our many much-loved cats.
We adopted Kua, the second of our pair of first-generation calicos, on June 6, 1987.
The next year, we moved ourselves, and three cats, from a townhouse in Kahala to a home in Kaaawa. It was a great place to be a cat, at tne end of a short dead-end street with an undeveloped 4-acre parcel right in front for wandering and hunting. But, as I recall, Kua wasn’t really a hunter, or a wanderer. But oh, she was sweet!
Kua died on July 14, 1998, not too long after being diagnosed with congestive heart failure.
Here’s a photo of our original two calicos. Kua in her prime, splayed out on the floor of the house in Kaaawa, with Ms. Miki, who was a year older, relaxing in the box.
If you would like to know more of her story, just click on the photo for a short essay I wrote not long after she died. This was in the very early days of online sharing, and the post looks its age, but the story catches much of
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A lovely remembrance of Kua. Her sweetness is evident from your story. Strange how some kitties are just that way. Our current only kitty is our first female. She is very sweet but is not a lap cat. She loves a head or belly rub, and will greet me with a nose or head butt, but doesn’t like to be carried or held for long.
We’ve had cats that weren’t interested in laps until they were 8-10 years old, then they became lap regulars!
Oh, I would be so thrilled if that happens! One of my boys was the cat of a lifetime — always sat on me or put his head in my lap, answered to his name, came when called, and played fetch with his rattle mouse. He was raised with my Rottweiller and they were the best of friends.