Many have read about how Liza came to live with us and I’ve been asked more than once how she is doing. So I thought a little update on Liza might be in order.
Kylie always wanted a kitten. When we got home from the hospital after hearing the dreadful news that the cancer had spread throughout her body, Kylie looked up at me with her big, blue eyes and said, “Now can I have a baby kitty?”
Liza’s story was amazing. As you can read here, Liza laid in the crook of Kylie’s arm and wouldn’t budge. She took on the job of comforting Kylie until she breathed her last. Liza proved to be a faithful kitten who did her job so well, that even though our pet burden was very high, she earned a permanent place in our home.
How fitting that Kylie’s kitty has big, yellow eyes.
She has been with us over a year now, so let me tell you about her. She hasn’t grown very big but somehow still thinks she is the queen of the house. She gets along well with her subjects – our two huge, dumb dogs and the other two cats. Even though she is over a year old, she still plays like a kitten. Her favorite toys are her hedgehog and any shopping bag that might be laying in the floor. Just like when we first got her, she takes naps in a storage bin under our bed – the same bed where she met Kylie. Liza must be part tiger because she loves water. In fact, I never get to shave alone because she is particularly intrigued by standing water in sinks.
Kylie’s mommy can’t make a chicken dish without arousing Liza’s curiosity. She must be present on the counter for the chopping-of-the-chicken festivities and most would consider her a nuisance. But not Kylie’s mommy. Liza has a free pass in life because of what she did for Kylie and is never a bother or nuisance. In fact, Liza broke a coffee mug that Kylie once gave her mommy for Mother’s Day. She is the only one of us who could have been readily forgiven for that.
This relationship between mommy and cat – this is Liza’s new job and her performance is as exemplary as it was in her original job. Grief can be overwhelming at times. Tears like an ocean storm force you to stop what you are doing and wait them out until clearer seas prevail. It happens to us all, especially to Kylie’s mommy. But when mommy gets sad, Liza gets her lunchpail and clocks in. It’s like that little rascal of a kitten has a sixth sense for when mommy needs her and she will stop playing or harassing our other pets just to curl up in her lap to help ride out the storm. She’ll hop down when it is over like nothing happened and hang out nearby waiting for the next squall to approach.
Since she doesn’t have Kylie to lay with, she sleeps in the crook of mommy’s arm every night and often wakes her with kisses. Liza could never take Kylie’s place, but she is a very special cat with a unique purpose in life and right now, I am happy to report that she is doing quite well.