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Stinky Kitty has a minion!

Alien the Squeaky Ball Minion

Stinky Kitty
Legacy Name: Stinky Kitty

The

Angelic Feli
Owner:

Austria

Age: 10 years, 3 months

Born: January 23rd, 2014

Adopted: 10 years, 3 months ago

Adopted: January 23rd, 2014

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

My uncle always loved dogs. When he lived with us, he kept them in the yard... but their presence scared away the neighborhood cats, whose presence kept mice out of our house. So my grandmother said, if you're going to have dogs, we need to get a cat. They decided (without asking me) that the cat would be mine and my responsibility. Of course I'd always wanted a pet of my own (what kid doesn't?) but no one consulted me on the matter... one day my uncle just showed up with this little gray kitten and said congratulations, she's yours.

The name they'd given her at the pound was Millicent, but my uncle said I could name her whatever I wanted. I renamed her Kyoto, after a cat in a story I'd written. Back then she had prominent dark tabby stripes all over, but as she aged they faded until they were only really visible on her tail, and faintly on her legs, but her belly stayed cream spotted with gray. In those early days she had her share of naughtiness, as all kittens do. She liked to climb onto the book cases. My uncle bought her an expensive cat tree, but it ended up being used as a makeshift bookcase (not by me) so she never used it... and instead ripped up the carpet, the drapes and the couch. She liked to escape into the garage when people unthinkingly left the door open, and it always made me so mad. Our garage was fully of junk that would be dangerous to a curious little cat.

Somewhere along the line she earned the nickname "Stinky"... though this was mostly because I, a lazy teenager, sometimes didn't clean her littler box in a timely manner. But after that she was known more by the nickname than her real name.

After my brother was born and my mom and I moved out of my grandmother's house, of course the cat came with us. We actually gave her access to her cat tree, and she actually used it! At our apartment she never scratched the furniture or the carpet, but she sure loved her cat tree! We also gave her some other things to scratch... a smaller post that we kept in a corner, and a pad of carpet made to hang on doorknobs... she did use both of those, but her favorite remained the cat tree.

She was the most patient, most tolerant cat ever. She knew playtime and never used her claws or teeth otherwise. She put up with all the shenanigans my friends and I put her through. When she was a kitten, she used to play fetch... I had this round alien head thing (once the top of a pen) that she always brought back. Somewhere along the line the alien head was lost... and she stopped playing fetch. Even if her litterbox wasn't clean, she never retaliated by pooping or peeing anywhere she shouldn't (the worst she'd ever do is poop right outside the door to her litterbox... time to change the litter, lazy human). She never jumped on the counters or tables, and though she did tend to stick her nose in your food or drink and would eat it if you didn't push her away, she would always leave it alone once you did. She didn't like to be held or carried, and would push on your chest to get you to let her go, but she loved laps. Her favorite place to be was my lap. She and I spent countless hours in "our chair" watching TV and napping. If she couldn't sit in my lap for whatever reason, she would just curl up beside me, purring her loud, rumbling purr. Her purr was so loud, my grandmother once thought she'd somehow swallowed a motor. Late in the year 2000, I moved 3000 miles away from home and over the next several years, only came home intermittently. But whenever I did, there she was, hopping right into my lap as if I'd never left. My mom is allergic to cats and though she'd built up a good tolerance to Stinky over the years, she couldn't pet her and give her a lap the way she wanted. And my brother, who is autistic, never really understood pets, so I was her only real outlet for cuddles. I missed her terribly.

Just before my birthday in 2006, my mom sent me an email that Stinky was very sick and that we should probably prepare for the worst. My mom did everything she could to make her comfortable, and I'll always be grateful to her for helping my kitty in her last days. Despite her allergies, she loved Stinky too. Kyoto-Stinky died at home, peacefully, in her sleep, July 28th, 2006. My mom said she didn't seem to be any pain. I'm glad she was able to be at home, in a place she knew, with my mom and brother just in the next room.

I miss her so much. It's not the same without her there. My mom keeps her ashes in a little box in the sleeping hole of her beloved cat tree, and has made the tree a little shrine to her with her picture hanging above it. Whenever I visit home, sometimes I just go stand by the cat tree and tell her how much I miss her.

I'm sorry I left you, little kitten. I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye. I hope you know how much I loved you.