Pussy Willow

Pussy Willow left us today. We’re very sad, yet not. In the spring of 1996, I was on my deck drinking coffee when a cat appeared out of the woods behind the house. I knew nothing about cats, but this one came up to me and jumped up on my lap. I was sold immediately. We started feeding her, and although at that point she lived outside and in the garage, she became our cat. I gradually figured out that she was pregnant, and in the summer she gave birth to 5 kittens in a box of my husband’s engineering books. She moved inside, along with two of the kittens. Pussy Willow became the fearsome protector of the house, all 6 or 7 pounds of her. She decimated the rodents, and walked my daughters to the school bus. She fought anything and often came home worse for wear and had to spend a few nights at the vet’s. She always did come home, though and she was always fiercely loyal to us. Over time, we adopted or rescued 15 more cats (not all at the same time). Pussy Willow remained the touchstone, the constant, the first and eternal cat. Even though we knew she was getting older, she remained so lively and so spry that it was hard to believe. Over the last few months she began to slowly decline and truly show her 20 years. The last week was the worst, and today she crossed the Rainbow Bridge. But because of her, 15 more cats have had homes and others have been inspired to rescue cats as well. Here’s to Pussy Willow—a lioness at heart!
Anonymous
Ellington, CT