The world lost a beautiful kitty today.
Bennie was the gift that kept on giving. She was full of surprises from the day she was born – when we thought she was a ‘he’. By the time that mystery was solved she had earned her nickname and it couldn’t possibly be changed. She WAS Bennie – a little girl that deserved a distinctive and off-beat name because she was like no other.
Bennie was the most insistently loving girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. She loved everyone and they knew it. No one came into the house without having the pleasure of Bennie’s time and affection. She had a purr that could be heard everywhere. She was a happy girl every day of her life.
When I came home at night she could be counted on to be sitting at her perch by the door. The other kitties always met me, but Bennie had a special spot putting her right in line for a quick ‘hello’ pet when I came in. She was smart – get up high so mom can reach you!
Bennie always wanted to be at the highest point in the room. Whether it was on top of ‘her’ kitty tree sitting inches below the ceiling or climbing from counter to refrigerator to the top of the cupboards in the kitchen for a quiet nap spot and a great view of her domain – that’s where you could always find her.
She came to me every night when it was bedtime – that was our time - the time she carved out to spend with her mommy. We cuddled every night, after which she would go to sleep curled against my knees. The weight of her body was reassuring to me and I’m not sure how I’ll sleep without her there.
The only time we broke from this pattern was when she was a mommy. She turned from my crazy, quirky girl into a loving devoted mommy almost at the moment she got pregnant. She didn’t sleep with me or spend time with me when she was caring for her babies – she was busy being the best mommy a kitten could have ever wished for. I watched in awe as she nurtured, loved, cared for, played with, and taught her babies. She was strict, letting them have only as much freedom as she felt appropriate. It was fascinating to watch her slowly allow them the independence to go further, climb higher, or investigate the very interesting stairway.
Little Suzanna was the only one who successfully defied her and I still remember the day Bennie gave her a stern talking to as Suzanna hid under the china cabinet, just out of her mommy’s reach, after successfully making the journey down the stairs. Bennie was a clever girl, bringing a toy into the room to trick a recalcitrant teenager into getting his bath or recruiting ‘Uncle George’ to help her when the babies were a little big for her to handle.
I will miss my little girl more than I can possibly say. She was the light of my life and made me smile just by being in the room. She played like a kitten and ran through the house like a crazy girl. She had a unique ability to leap straight into the air before going anywhere – like she had so much energy she had to expend some before she could run across the room like a normal cat. I would have done anything for her.
My heart is broken.
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