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| Name: |
Litchfield
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Age: |
Deceased, Seventeen years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Calico Cat
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| Home: |
Greenville, South Carolina, USA
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We
were on our honeymoon in April 1992 in Litchfield Beach, South Carolina
at the Litchfield hotel. My husband went down to the car to get some more
clothes to wear to dinner, when I heard a knock at the door telling me to
open the door quick. I said "You have a key," he replied "Open it!" I did
and there he stood with this perfect little kitten. She was abandoned
outside, so we brought her in with us. We had to go to the store and get
cat litter, litter box and food for her. She slept on my back all night.
The next morning we had to sneak her out so the maid would not see her.
When we got her home it was a big change for her coming from an Island
with beach to the woods of Greenville, not to mention a new family of
three male cats and one female. She got along with all but the female...
that is until the last couple years of that female's life. Then they slept
together and got along. We had another male join us in 1993 and Litchfield
loved him also. Litchfield loved to swim in the creek and she would take
off in the woods all day and come home at dark for dinner and to sleep,
usually all of them slept in the bed with us.
She was very affectionate on oor honeymoon, then when we brought her home
to meet the rest of the cat family, she became more independent. She was
cat number five in the house. Litchfield and the other female (Blackie)
did not like each other, yet they slept together every night.
As she got older she did become more and more affectionate. She loved to
play cat soccer with the little balls the come off of sweet gum trees. She
would throw them up in the air and then bat them around. She was
wonderful. Litchfield was the last one of our original cats. She died on
July 20th, 2008 - the day my heart broke. She was a very special cat. She
was my honeymoon child, since I don't have any children. She is missed every day.
I have had such a hard time with her loss that I contacted Sonya
Fitzpatrick the pet psychic who actually saw her and told me things that
only my husband and I knew well and Litchfield. Sonya also spoke with my
husband's sister, who had died of a brain tumor in 1999. She told me that
Sandra said she would take care of Litchfield and all my other cats until
I got there. We have three young cats now, two four-year-olds and a
three-year-old; Munchie, Bella and Hemi Cuda.
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