In Memory Of Jamima
This one is for TRT (Tummy Rum Tuesday) which is my absolute favourite post to read on a Tuesday. I always save it for last.
Jamima Patch Pirate Cat Puddleduck! (Is her official name) Jamima Puddleduck was the name she kinda came with and we added the rest because of the patch of colour over her eye and early penchant for liking to sit on our shoulder. Just like a Pirate’s parrot…
Jamima came from a house across the town that had 5 cats! 5! And there were three litters of kittens all at once. I know. Bit extreme that all five cats were not fixed. Jamima was a runt of her litter apparently. She came home with my housemate and I when she was five or nine weeks old. Two of the other kittens (black and white boy and a girl) were adopted by B’s mum who paid for all three to be de-sexed, which was nice.
I would love Jamima to have had kittens as she would be much more settled and calmer now, but I also know her kittens would have been even harder to part with.
I bonded with Jamima early, I guess I kinda become her mother. B, the cool now housemate previously mentioned would put her on his turn-table and played with her a lot.
But he also did the “Bad-Parenting” letting her scratch the bejesus out of things that should not be scratched.
Jamima and I have moved four times now and she’s now 15-ish. Housemate ‘B’ lived in the first two houses and then sadly, he decided he couldn’t afford real rent. You know, to have had a proper roof, a bathroom that wasn’t falling apart and we were no longer housemates.
He was really chilled-out ‘cool’ housemate and I miss him, but I made it clear when we weren’t housemates anymore I was keeping Jamima.
Makes it sounds like he was my boyfriend? Read it again! He wasn’t. So Jamima is my greatest companion in these lonely days of being a barren, single, crazy cat lady.
Yes, I’ve got the crazy cat lady mentality despite only having one cat.
There are evenings she just stays in bed until I chase her out, insisting this is why I have her. Love her, feed her.
So, I don’t spend every single night on the couch alone, this is her job.
If you are a new Hellonwheels visitor/convert, you might like to check out some earlier posts.
Sadly, earlier in 2017 my last responsibility as Jamima’s fur-mum was to take her to the vet one last time. Still now, it makes me very sad. I have not yet welcomed a new fur-child into my heart and my home as moving home has needed to happen first. I miss her every day.
But it’s still nice my followers get to hear how weird and special she was.
You can catch up on her previous post here…….