We’ve known all along that the smallest being in our household possessed the biggest personality – real cattitude, in fact. Rarely would we walk into the house without a greeting at the door by this little gal.
She would stake out a comfy nook on the bed with us each night and voice her displeasure sternly if disturbed. If a cabinet door was open, she would be set to explore the interior. If there was ledge or a window sill to jump on, she’d feel called to jump on it.
She was a cuddler – on her terms, of course. If there was a lap to sit on, she’d declare, “Well, don’t mind if I do,” and curl up to nap or bathe.
She looked forward to her wet food each day – starting to chow down at her bowl enthusiastically, then moving over to Kiki’s bowl to finish what Kiki had abandoned, and finally making her way back to her original bowl to finish off what she’d started. She was all girl – from her pink collar to her love of Gossip Girl and Fashion Police.
She had a little black spot on her nose and a few black marks on the bottom of her paws. Pure white, except for a bit of grey on the top of her head. She’d bathe for hours each day – a white coat doesn’t clean itself, you know. She loved gazing out the window, and her mischievous self even made it outside a couple of times, much to her humans’ dismay. She loved suitcases and boxes.
For over three years, we have known about her heart condition. She has been on medication since the beginning and she would eat her pill pocket treats each day like a champ. (We did ruin salmon flavored pill pockets for her though, when we gave her a cherry flavored children’s Benadryl following an allergic reaction. Apparently salmon and cherry Benadryl are not a nice pairing and she would look at us with disdain if we tried to give her a salmon pill pocket!) She was the queen of photo bombs and home repair projects – always there to offer a helping paw.
For nearly 12 years, she was a faithful sidekick to Kevin – or, more likely, it was the other way around and he was her sidekick – and cat-roomie to Kiki. I came along four years ago. She seemed happy to have double the lap options, and I was happy to fall in love with her. On Thursday, July 17, 2014, in the early morning, our beloved Flo passed away. It was probably a blood clot, and we hope, pray, and tell ourselves that it was fast and painless. We are relieved that she was her healthy, mischievous self to the very end – it would have been horrid to watch her decline and lose her Flo-spirit. But still…she has left a void in our big house. Her body mass may not have taken much square footage, but her personality filled the place to the rafters.
We are very grateful for the love and companionship that she offered and…gosh, we miss her.