Athena Soucy ??-September 27, 2004
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guenievreShe was already a wise cat when we got her - the vet believed she was 4 years old, the mother of several litters of kittens. She was such a sweet cat that the animal shelter refused to let her be put down, and placed her at the pet store for us to find. When we first met her, she was butting her head against the cage door insisting that we take her out and pet her. So we did, and that was that - we were hers. Taking her home was a new experience - neither of us had ever had an indoor cat before, so we didn't know what to expect. We certainly didn't expect her to have a hissing fit about the mirror!
She was a tortoise-shell cat, with somewhat odd markings, and green eyes. She really wasn't fat, she was just fluffy though I suppose she did earn her nickname of "Cannonball Butt". No wonder really, as she was a little tiny thing when we got her, and regular meals were still a novelty in her life. She was most definitely a priss - she didn't even like walking across the bed because she didn't like the feel of the comforter under her feet.
Athena was very insistant about when she wanted to be petted - in fact, she would bite you (nicely) if you weren't paying enough attention to her. And if you did pet her? Oh, she was a cuddle-slut - her favorite things in the worldwere chin scratches and ear rubs, and she would spend hours sitting on you and kneading your legs if you would provide them. She could be very matronly - I used to think that Gandalf never actually had to lick himself, because she did it for him. All in all, she was a cat who knew exactly what she wanted - and wouldn't take any shit from anyone, human, feline or canine. (When we first got Caitlyn, she spent a few weeks launching herself hissing across the room whenever she saw the poor puppy - she wanted the dog OUT of her house...)
Although she had been acting a little odd the past few weeks, she started being herself again over the weekend, and I thought it was just a mood she had gotten in (she did that sometime, spending weeks at a time avoiding us and the other cats and then coming back as if nothing had happened). We think she passed peacefully in her sleep, as we found her in one of her favorite napping spots. We weren't expecting it, though we should have been - she was at least 8, possibly 9 or 10, which was old for a stray.
We will miss you, Athena.
She was a tortoise-shell cat, with somewhat odd markings, and green eyes. She really wasn't fat, she was just fluffy though I suppose she did earn her nickname of "Cannonball Butt". No wonder really, as she was a little tiny thing when we got her, and regular meals were still a novelty in her life. She was most definitely a priss - she didn't even like walking across the bed because she didn't like the feel of the comforter under her feet.
Athena was very insistant about when she wanted to be petted - in fact, she would bite you (nicely) if you weren't paying enough attention to her. And if you did pet her? Oh, she was a cuddle-slut - her favorite things in the worldwere chin scratches and ear rubs, and she would spend hours sitting on you and kneading your legs if you would provide them. She could be very matronly - I used to think that Gandalf never actually had to lick himself, because she did it for him. All in all, she was a cat who knew exactly what she wanted - and wouldn't take any shit from anyone, human, feline or canine. (When we first got Caitlyn, she spent a few weeks launching herself hissing across the room whenever she saw the poor puppy - she wanted the dog OUT of her house...)
Although she had been acting a little odd the past few weeks, she started being herself again over the weekend, and I thought it was just a mood she had gotten in (she did that sometime, spending weeks at a time avoiding us and the other cats and then coming back as if nothing had happened). We think she passed peacefully in her sleep, as we found her in one of her favorite napping spots. We weren't expecting it, though we should have been - she was at least 8, possibly 9 or 10, which was old for a stray.
We will miss you, Athena.