Tid Bit
Five years and four days ago, Keli surprised me with a cat for my birthday. I named the cat “Tid Bit” after reading a Mutts comic strip about a little homeless cat named “Tid Bit”.
Tonight I came home from work to find my wife in tears in our driveway. That’s when I found out that our cat, Tid Bit, had been hit by a car earlier in the evening.
My wife had been standing in the street, unsure of what to do, when I was brought home by a co-worker. Our kids were in the car, in our garage, but they could tell that something was wrong. Before I could go and pick up my cat from the street, we had to calm the kids down and explain what happened. Not what you expect to have happen the evening before your birthday.
After the kids were okay, I took some old baby receiving blankets out and picked Tid Bit up off the pavement. The poor thing, she was so limp and broken. Her fur was still very soft.
Growing up, our pets always had a tendency to die within a day or two of my birthday, so it shouldn’t surprise me that my own cat would follow their lead.
Part of me feels silly for crying like a baby over a cat. But, damnit, she was my cat, and I loved that twitchy, spastic, furball to pieces.
It was only this morning that I was petting her before I left for work.
Two nights ago she laid on my chest while I read “I Am Legend” to Keli.
It was only a few days ago that Keli and I were talking about what “stocking stuffers” we would get Tid Bit this year.
I’m sure going to miss her following me around the house, racing up and down the stairs like a lunatic, how she left eye and right ear always twitched when she got really riled up and how she always ran to lick the water off of my ankles when I stepped out of the shower in the mornings.
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