BooBoo Kitty at 17 years old

Today’s post has nothing to do with network marketing or MLMs or anything to do with sales and marketing.  Today’s post is about my cat, BooBoo Kitty.

The reason I’m writing about her is because we had to put her to sleep on Thursday and I miss her and since I have this blog, I thought I would write a little post about the cat that I spent the last 20 years with.

I still remember when I first saw her.  My first husband and I were in a pet store in Germany and saw this little black kitten with the greenest eyes and a funny little nose.  I just had to have her.  Actually when we asked the pet store clerk what the sex of the kitten was, they told us that it was a male.  I looked but I didn’t see anything that said it was a male but the kitten was very small and very black and I just figured I missed something.  Besides, I was young myself and not very well versed in cats like I am today.

My husband and I brought our little black kitten home and wondered for a few days what to name him (we still didn’t know that she was a she).  After a few days of getting to know our new family member we decided to call her “Blitzen”.  “Blitzen” means “lightning” in German and our new friend was certainly quick as lightning.

There is nothing like having a new kitten in the house to entertain you.  Actually, that was partly why we wanted to get a cat in the first place.  My husband and I were both active duty military and station in Germany.  When my husband went to the field, I was alone and when I went to the field, he was home alone.  So, we both wanted a cat to keep us company.  Besides, having a cat is a lot cheaper and a lot less work than having a child.  At least that was our reasoning at the time.

It wasn’t until we took our kitty in to get neutered that we found out our cat was in fact a female.  You want to talk about a worried momma.  When she came back from the vet after her surgery, I watched over her like she was my kid.  I barely got any sleep that night because I was so worried that something was going to happen to her.  It didn’t, she was fine.  I was the wreck.  It was about this time that I had started calling her BooBoo Kitty.  It just didn’t seem right to call her Blitzen anymore.

Our first Christmas we got a real tree (it was the first real tree that I had ever had in my life) and I still remember how great it smelled and how many ornaments she decided to play with and inevitably break.  She loved to steal the bows from the packages.  In fact, she would bring you a bow from a package so that you would throw it.  She would chase after it and bring it back to you so that you could throw it again.  She was the first cat that I had ever heard of playing fetch.

The first fight that my husband and I had was over our cat.  We had come home with a bunch of groceries and while we where going back and forth to the car, BooBoo had gotten out.  I blamed my husband for leaving the door open and he blamed me.  We thought that she was gone.  It turned out that she had found her way upstairs to our neighbor’s apartment door.  She was just sitting there like she was waiting for us to open the door to let her in.

Her favorite toy when she was young was a balled up piece of foil.  My husband and I used to get DingDongs all the time and they were wrapped in foil.  She would sit and wait for us to finish eating our pastry so that she could chase after the foil.  They don’t wrap DingDongs in that foil anymore.  I wonder why?  When we moved, you should have seen how many foil balls were under the sofa.

BooBoo Kitty taught me a lot about being a grown up and being responsible for something other than myself as well as teaching me to clean under the sofa from time to time.  I’m going to miss her.

If you notice, I only talked about my BooBoo Kitty when she was young.  That’s how I saw her all the way until the end.  I never thought she would live to be 20 years old.  She outlasted my first marriage and many moves.  In fact, I would have to say that BooBoo loved going to a new place.  Whenever we moved, she would have a chance to investigate a new place and scope out the best resting spots.  It would take me a week or two to figure out where “her spot” was going to be so that I could put a blanket there to catch her hair. 

I hope wherever you are now BooBoo, you have a nice spot in the sun.  If you see your pal Slick, will you tell him that I miss him too?  Rest In Peace.