My Little Kathryn
by Mary
(Sugar Land, Texas)
My Burmese cat, who will be 23 years old in December of 2010, is still a little doll.
She has had the run of the house and the streets whenever she wanted all of her life, with the exception of the last 2 years.
She accidentally escaped from inside our home and got lost for 11 days last year and we were hysterical, posting signs all over the neighborhood, but she showed up at the front door without anyone’s help at 7 am one morning.
In her prime, she was quite the mouser. She brought me mice, bunnies, birds, squirrels, anything that moved. She is very small, maybe weighs 6 pounds, and until my friends hold her, they think she is still a kitten.
She has always loved riding in the car, sleeping with me, and sitting in the lap of whoever would hold her.
Kathryn is my 2nd Burmese, and I realized with my first one, Sally, how lovable they are. She has never been afraid of my dogs, 3 yellow Labs right now, but my younger cat who still is playful scares her (he jumps at her from behind corners).
Kathryn has outlived my Collie, my Rottweiler, and one other Lab. She has a bit of senility now, and her vet says she has Alzheimers. She paces the floor crying all the time (unless I am holding her or she is asleep or eating).
But at her bedtime, she very happily goes into her locked room and sleeps all night. As I write this little story, Kathryn is making the circle around my living room, kitchen and dining room crying that “Siamese screech”.
We love her though, and every morning when I open the door to her little room to wake her up, I just hope she is still with us. She is a part of our family like no pet has ever been. There is no other cat like a Burmese, and if I ever got another cat, by choice, it would definitely be a little chocolate brown Burmese.
Mary
