Tasha the cat passed away on March 6, 2008. He leaves behind at least two litters of kittens who long ago grew up and no doubt made him a grandpa a long time ago.
Some remembrances of my old friend:
- I always felt he may have been taken away from his mama a little too early as a kitten because he used to chew on our shirts and knead our chests like we was trying to nurse, from both men and women alike.
- He eventually outgrew that, but he did continue to have a very close relationship with blankets and afghans which seemed to be romantic in nature. He would be quite irate if one tried to separate them before he was -er- done.
- Back in Athens, Tasha was a serious outdoor cat, staying gone sometimes for days at a stretch and coming home just to eat and sleep and then disappearing into the night again.
- During Tasha's long lifetime (96 in cat years) he lived in Athens, Atlanta, Manhattan, Queens, and Allentown.
- He took well to Hayden and Harrison, who loved him in turn. When they started out playing a little too roughly with him we taught them to treat the old guy gently, and, to the boys credit, they became quite careful when handling him.
- He was quite verbal---he would meow if you began or ended a sentence with "Tasha."
- He will be missed.
2 comments:
Oh, Tasha. Rest in peace old guy. I so remember our Athens days and I admire how you took to all the changes in your life.
Your old friend, and paramour, Geordi, preceded you in death by 7 years. That October day when she sashayed into our house and went straight to your food bowl was memorable indeed. And the adventures you've had since!
You and Geordi save some of that cosmic catnip for Katie. She'll be 19 years old in May and isn't far behind you, I'm afraid.
I'm sorry for the loss of your old friend, Glenn. You gave your furry friend a good life.
Peace.
Thanks for the reply, Aly! I actually didn't remember that about Geordi's first appearance in our household (what did we call that post-Swamp house?)
I do remember how Geordi went into heat and he and she went at it, first with a litter that didn't survive, and then one that did---that included , as I recall, Worf and Q and I don't know who else.
I also recall that Tasha was constantly mistaken, for the rest of his life, for a female, due to his name, which was due to someone mis-sexing him as a kitten. Don't remember who that was, though. Never seemed to bother Tasha, for what that's worth... ;)
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