Our beloved Kinky went missing Wednesday. We searched the area and we searched online. I filed a missing cat report with the local animal shelter and printed up a flyer in the hopes that she had been picked up...
Yesterday my husband found her body not even 10 feet from where I'm sitting now... lying in the hedge by the front porch. Her tortoiseshell coat proved to be an effective camoflage because we walked right past her many times and didn't see her.
It's been an awful year for us. We lost our Doberman Maxine in March, our cat Felix in April, and now Kinky.
Kinky was a wonderful cat who loved her human family, but she favored me with a dog-like devotion that I've never experienced with any other cat. She wasn't driven by food like most cats, she was driven by love. Every morning she expected to be picked up and she was never shy about asking for it. If I didn't take the time to pick her up, I'd get her "flying kitty" move where she'd leap onto my chest. She was the Queen of the house and she would not be denied.
I already miss her dearly.