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| Name: |
Tiki
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Age: |
Deceased, Four years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Torti-tabby
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| Home: |
Virginia, USA
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Tiki
came to me in October 2008 as a hungry feral living in the woods
around my house. It took eight months of calm, patient talking to her
every day when I'd feed her for me to win her trust. Finally one morning
she gave my hand a headbutt as I put her food in her dish. From then on we
were as close as a cat and human could be, though she stayed living
outside. I got her spayed and vaccinated to keep her as healthy as
possible in her outdoor life.
She would be waiting for me every morning and every evening when I got
home. She always wanted to be petted for a bit before she'd eat. When the
weather was nice, I'd sit on the front step and she'd get in my lap and
I'd scratch her neck. She'd go into a coma of bliss and purr and purr. She
was always with me when I worked in the yard or garden, digging with me,
jumping in the wheelbarrow, coming over for some petting, or just
surveying the scene.
I built her a little wooden house and put warm blankets in it for her in
the winter. She'd often sleep in it, or on top of it if the weather was
nice. She didn't mind rain, but wind and snow sent her off to hide in some
safe spot only she knew about.
Sadly, in July of 2011, she stopped eating and seemed to be in pain with
every movement. I took her to the vet, which terrified her. Staying at the
vet would have been too stressful, and the vet seemed to think she had the
wet form of FIP. Sadly, I had to put her to sleep. I miss my sweet girl
every day. The yard and garden are empty without her, but she is always in
my heart. Sleep well, Tiki, sleep well.
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