Meeko da Moo Cat

Meeko da Moo Cat

I think I have always loved cats. We got our first one when I was only a year old. Dixie was a black cat with gold eyes. She was always a lady and well-behaved except when you stepped on her tail. Patiently, she waited three hours after the fact and then would painfully remind you on your ankle that you caused her pained. She believed in revenge and she always got it.

She was also the dragger of dirty laundry. Poor Poppa found that out the hard way when she visited his house during Thanksgiving. Everybody was sitting at the table and enjoying the meal until complete silence fell across the room. There was Dixie doing laundry again. As she paraded around the room, Poppa's dirty skidded underwear dangled from her mouth. I learned that day how upset Poppa's mom could get as the rest of the family laughed at Poppa's exposed secret.

Dixie did many amazing things through her life, but I believed her most important role was playing mother to my siamese kitten.

I was seven when we got Trixie. She was my living babydoll. I dressed her up and took her for stroller rides around the neighborhood. She ate in my doll-size highchair and slept in my bed everynight. I would share mustard-cover sardines with her and sleep next to her by the heat register. She was there in my young life everyday through every heartbreak and every accomplishment. Trixie had her own pictures done when I did my senior pictures in high school. In a sense, we grew up together. Letting her go when she was 22 years old, was the most difficult thing I've ever done. It was a decision made purely out of love with the faith that one day we will see each other again. She was definitely one in a million.

The next couple of cats were definitely my mother's. I played with them, but they were always still her babies. Pixie was a gray tiger-stripe cat and Spooky was a black cat with a couple white marks on her paws and body. Both had limited IQ (no offense, Mom) and were definitely special ed. They lived in their own worlds and on occasion would let you in. Pixie died a few years ago at 21. Spooky is still kicking it at 20.

My mother adopted an outside cat next. She was pregnant for the sixth time and mom had her fixed. It was the first time in a long time that kittens were in the house. The last set was when we took in Spooky and her family. Princess is young and full of fun. She is affectionate and has adapted easily to indoor living. She definitely fills a void in the family and remains a happy camper.

Meeko is my baby. He is a five year old siamese mix and just a chubby guy. His nickname is the Meatloaf. He loves for people to rub his belly and will sit on your feet until you do. His cognitive capacity is limited, but he was meant to show people the joy in the simple life. Pure happiness is what he has added to my life. I cherish my time with him and never forget to "rub his chub"!

Stay sweet 'n smile.....................Mz.