My Little Cat

[Veronica]

You made me so happy running up and down the hallway in the middle of the night with your boots on. How could such a tiny cat make so much noise? I loved how you knew it was time to get up, even if I had had a late night. You always knew when there was a lap - even if there wasn't. You were my petite chat, so tiny. I called you my miniature cat. I always wondered how such a little thing could have such a big voice.

You were my little porta cat, happy to be lugged around, my soft little fluff ball with the big loud purr. We had 17 wonderful years together. I am so happy you wandered into our apartment all those years ago and refused to leave. All you wanted was to be loved, and you were.

I will miss the paw on my leg to get my attention, the "help" with making the bed, the hanging off doorknobs because you wanted to be outside. The "look" when you weren't getting what you wanted.

Your little paws filled the empty spaces when Bozo and Greta passed away. I'm glad for you that your life was good right up to the end. I just wish it could have been longer. I don't know how those empty spaces will get filled now.