Hera has received her 10th life. I took this sad picture when we were considering putting Hera down. She had been gone for awhile, and decided not to eat. I called her original owner, Amber, and delivered the sad news only to find I was in the middle of a comitragedy.
Such is life with Hera.
I remember my first brush with her. A coonass got attacked by a chipmunk. Hera had brought in the half-dead chipmunk and stashed it in the closet while Amber was away. When my friend Amy's Cajun comrade was headed up the stairs he was met by the risen chipmunk, who decided to take its revenge out on his finger.
Ahh, Hera.
The cat that enters and exits the house by window, and not by request. The cat that battled it out for months with my crazy cat. Not just hissing, eyeing eachother in the hallway fight. We're talking full on cat fights.
Hera's fighting spirit.
When I moved to Louisiana we took Hera. She survived 16 hours on the road and a hotel stay all while high on powdered Valium. We thought this would calm here. She came down sometime in Georgia and was ready to eat.
Life on tour is not her thing.
Finally, she has settled in Sulphur with my sister. Besides an annoying Yorkie, she is living the life. We thought she was a gonner, but she decided to tell us how the cow ate the cabbage. Hera is eating, gaining weight, and back to sassy.
Hera has many, many lives.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Hera Lives!
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Remember when I moved to Picadome and she refused to show up on moving day... or 7 days after... and I posted signs about my LOST KITTY all over the old hood and finally someone called me and I drove over immediately and she came walking out of the creek area like, "Oh yeah, it's you." I've never known a cat to fatten up in the winter and slim down in the summer like she does. Or to get into strange, life threatening situations (like cutting her toe off or living with a drain tube in her tail after being chomped in a cat fight) and come out on top. Thanks for taking care of her and letting her be the wild animal that she is. You'd never guess that this cat weaseled her way into my life by giving me a kiss when I saw her at the pet shop because she ended up being anything but loving. Tough as nails and hellbent on pleasing herself, absolutely, but loving? Not exactly. Glad to see she's bouncing back and that she's living all of her lives to the fullest. Lucky poot. Kiss her for me, and tell her I'll see her in July!
i miss this cat :(
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