Large

Large wasn't always her name.  In fact she was smallest of all the cats I had ever had, or perhaps the cats that had me would be more appropriate.  This is the story of large:  She belonged to a client I had.  The woman's is Bev, at least it is for this blog.  Bev was "schizoid affected" ( that is a term that Psychiatrists use when they can't come up with a real diagnosis) she also occasionally had seizures of unkown origin (another one of my favorite non diagnosis) before, during and after one of these seizures this woman was probably the most psychic person I had ever met, sorry got off topic.  Anyway Bev decided to get a kitten.  She lived alone and felt that a kitten would be good company.  I agreed and within a week Bev had gone to the pet shop and purchased this kitten.  The next week her psychiatrist told her "No, a pet was not a good idea and she should return it".  When she told me what she was doing, (returning the kitten) I told her I would take the kitten home for the weekend and she would miss it so much that I would bring it back to her on Monday. The cat was mine until she died.

Large was a tortoise shell, multi colured kitten with a white belly.  I learned something the next week when I took her to the vet.  Once again I didn't know I didn't know the sex of the kitten.  When I took her to vet for shots etc, I asked the vet what sex the cat was, without touching her he said female.  Apparently any cat with 3 or more colours are always female, (more semi uselss information).

Having Bummer and Tigger I thought my family was already complete, however after a weekend with this kitten I was in love and decided to keep her.  Paul also named this tiny kitten.  He called her Shautzie. Paul's parents were from the Ukraine and probably that meant something in that language.

Having Shotz (that is what I called her) seemed to bring new life to Bummer and Tigger.  Tigger was now 2 years old and over the kittenish stage, or least he was until Shotz arrived.  With the kittens arrival Bummer seemed to get young again and Tigger returned to the playful kitten.

When this cat was about 5 years old she started getting bigger and bigger, I thought she ate to much and got diet cat food for her.  That plan didn't last long as Tigger ate hers and she ate Tiggers and very soon I was back to just pouring a large bowl of cat food twice a day and they ate as they wanted. That year I took the animals to the vet for their shots and the vet said "she is to F-A-T".  I was really angry and told him we never used the F word in my house.  Then he said "well she is large".  And from that day on her name was Large.

When my job was terminated and I had my meltdown I rented my house to James, who had a cat of his own.  The conditions of the rent was that he look after Large and Willie Nelson for me.  I was here with my daughter for over a year before I was well enough to return to my house.  I went with the Granddaughter of My Soul, I needed her strength and company just to return to my home.  When we got there I saw this skinny Large.  I was worried that James wasn't feeding her, after being home for a couple of days, I realized he was feeding her and she was eating like a pig.  I was so worried about leaving her that Luisa said she would take her to her home in Oakville and make sure she was looked after.  After a week Luisa took her to her Vet, this guy did blood tests etc and found out that Large had a thyroid condition.  He gave her pills and Large stayed with Luisa.  I went to visit Luisa and that night Large slept in my bed.  I somehow knew that that was the last time I would see Large.  She was happy, she purred and lay beside me for the night, but I knew.  Large died about 10 days later.  She died wirh the Grandaughter of My Soul and my Grandson.  She died loved and cherished.  There is good place in heavon for Luisa and Chad for the love they gave Large.

Friday, January 13th, 2012..........4:05p.m.