Monday, November 28, 2011

A cat named Possum

Four years ago when we visited our son in Georgia, I bonded with their cat.
I had no intention of doing so.  It just happened.  
When I'm a visitor in anybody's home, I am usually the first one up in the morning, rising between 5 and 6 A.M.  The one resident at my son's house who greeted me each day when I went to the kitchen to make coffee was Possum the Pussycat.  I did a blog entry about her back then.  


She was a fine, fat cat.  She would meow a "good morning", and I would reply.  We had some great conversations, she and I.  Although she was seventeen years old at the time, you would never have guessed it.
During our visit this year, she and I still had our morning conversations.  She's twenty-one years old, hard of hearing, and blind in one eye; but she greeted me politely each day.   


She's much thinner, although she seems to feel just fine, thank-you-very-much.  I'd find her on her favorite chair when I walked through the living room, and she would soon follow me to the kitchen.  After we had our usual conversation, she invariably went down the hall to the door of the bedroom where my son and daughter-in-law sleep.  


There she would sit, acting as though she thought if she stared at the door long enough, it would finally swing open.  


We humans discussed, several times, the fact that Possum can't possibly have much time left.  At one point I made the mistake of mentioning "Possum" and "death" in the same sentence in the presence of Deb's six-year-old granddaughter, Morgan.  


That's Morgan, in back, posing for a picture with her little sister.  She is eternally happy, unless you mention that somebody is going to die before long.  I don't even want to talk about how worried she was at the mention of Possum's mortality.  When it was time for her family to go home, she tearfully gave Possum a goodbye hug.  
Somebody just shoot me.  
Here's a video I made of Morgan in 2007 that I absolutely love.  Back then, she didn't know about death; she only wanted to be able to put her pants on all by herself.  It's a shame we have to lose our innocence at such a young age. 



6 comments:

Forty Pound Sack said...

The photo of the kitty sitting patiently outside the bedroom cracked me up. Mine would be howling their fool heads off if they wanted in somewhere. Sounds like you had a nice visit ~

Vicki said...

The video of Morgan is priceless along with the surprise ending. I was rooting for her to get those pants on by herself. So glad that you had a fun Thanksgiving and are home safe. Vicki

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I love the pictures of the cat. Such a grand age she has achieved. As I lost my 2 old lady cats last year, I can relate to your story. Death is a part of life and although sad that the little one is worried about it, hopefully she'll have some good memories to remind her how precious life is.

ADB said...

You can tell Morgan from me that I have known a cat to live to 32, so not to worry.

TARYTERRE said...

Possum looks so sweet. I am glad you bonded and that she remembers. It is hard to see our pets pass on, but sadly they do. I hope Possum has a few more GOOD years left, so Morgan can enjoy their time together. Cute video.

Lori said...

Such a cute video. She was determined to get those pants on right all by herself, wasn't she?

21 is quite an old age for a cat. I hope she lives a few more years. Loved the pictures of her, especially where she's waiting for her master and mistress to get up.