Q came into my life 3 years ago. I was at a construction site that was being prepared to be demolished and in the dark corner of the basement was a stray mama cat and her single kitten. She ran away when I approached and with the demo about to begin, I did not know where to leave the poor baby. The kitten may have led a happy life as a stray, but I placed him in a bucket and took him home.
I researched the physical conditions of a kitten and determined it was about 2 weeks old. I named it Q, for being the 9th pet in our family's history and kyuu being the Japanese pronunciation of 9. I'm Chinese, but the chinese pronunciation of 9 is the same as dog...
Checking out the kitten's genitalia has helped me determine it was a girl. I researched more on what to feed a 2 week old and for 3-4 weeks, I bottle fed her a kitten formula. I wiped her clean after her potty and bought her a mini pet heater. She was my daughter.
Oh, the mischief of the little girl! She often went into hiding in the hamper or closets. Once she fell into an open heat vent and I took it apart to save her!
Eventually, she started to go into heat and meowed all the time. It was time for a spay. I took her into the vet and when the vet inspected her lady parts, we all had a laugh (I had a surprise) when those were actually testicles...I had a son!
Q grew up into a mean cat. He liked to sleep and didn't like to be disturbed. He attacked everyone in the house, except dear old dad. He sent my own dad to the ER with a swollen hand. Over time, he calmed down and was an enjoyable presence.
Then he needed to go exploring and would rush at any open door. I would yell at everyone to keep him inside, but the parents argued that a cat needs to go outside. We live in a busy part of town and near a main street. But every night, Q would come to the back door or wait in the driveway for someone to let him in.
But last night, Q was found in the middle of the street. He had been hit by a car and seems to had internal bleeding. I found him when I was taking out the trash. I could not afford a minute and quickly picked his body off the road since there could be cars. He was still warm. Earlier, I had seen him in the backyard and thought to myself "I should take some more pictures of him." I took him to a 24 hour emergency vet for cremation.
My biggest regret, besides letting him outside, is that since bringing my GSD Dudley home, I had not spent time with Q. He use to sleep for hours on my bed. He stayed out more and had lost some weight. He had brought me back some mice and birds that he had killed. I can't help but think Q felt neglected in his last moments. Yesterday, he was waiting for me in the driveway when I pulled in from work. He followed me into my room, had some kitty snacks, and snuggled a bit. Then ran off for more kitty adventures.
***Rest in peace my kitty love. Keep terrorizing the mice and bird population wherever you are and know you'll always be my little black panther. You helped me realized I had a cat-lovers side and you'll always be in my heart.***