Good evening readers.
You may have noticed that updates have been sort of light these last several weeks. Well, I’ve been dealing with a bit of sorrow. About a week ago, Tiki, my 18-year-old Siamese cat, died after an extended period of illness. Now although losing a pet is not the same as losing a close friend or relative, it still can weigh heavily upon you. After all, she was a good and loyal companion who will be sorely missed.
And yes, before you ask, despite being a New York Giants fan, I didn’t name her after Tiki Barber. After all, I got her back in 1992, a full five years before the Giants drafted Barber.
I wanted to share with you a few more photos of my cat as well as a rather amusing story. Back in August of 1998, when Tiki was six years old, I was busily packing up the family vehicle before I headed off to college in Williamsburg. After loading up my car, I put a few of the bulkier items in my parents’ minivan such as my computer, bedding, suitcase, and the like. Right before we were set to leave, I looked around to say goodbye to my cat, but she was nowhere to be found. As went back to the vehicle, I discovered her as you can see in the picture.
They say that Siamese are typically a smart breed of cat, so I guess she figured something was amiss. As so many of my items had already left the house, I suppose she didn’t want to be left behind. Unfortunately, given the university’s policies, I could not take her with me.
She was a strange, but colorful, animal. Much like a puppy, she would often follow me around the house and, until she went deaf, would usually come when called. Tiki was a vacuum; she would suck up just about any foods she could find: meats of all kinds, cheese, crackers, chips, insects, and even ice cream from time to time. She had a bizarre habit where she would chew on my socks right around where the tendon meets the heel. I can’t tell you how many socks I lost to her. In her youth, she would attack the shoes of any stranger who came near her. When I would take her to the vet or if I tried to force a pill into her mouth, she struggled mightily and would foam as if she was infected with rabies.
My, my…she was a pretty good-sized cat in her day. Once her kidneys began to fail about a year ago, she lost a lot of weight. Around a week before she died she refused to eat anything and dropped below six pounds. Trying to force-feed a cat is a difficult task, but I kept hoping she would recover. Despite my efforts, she continued to wither away like a flower in the hot sun. In the end, her time came at last.
What more can you say about a faithful and constant friend like Tiki? Although she can never be replaced, I hope my next cat is of the same calibre.