My last year in the Navy, a friend and I got an apartment since the ship was scheduled to be inport the majority of that time due to overhaul and SLEP. The place felt empty though. I found what was missing while doing my usual rounds of the San Diego malls. In a pet shop which I liked to browse through, one day I saw a little, bright-eyed, grey and brown tabby kitten. "Yeah", I thought, "No home is complete w/o a pet" and I had always had pets around up until I went into the service.
So that evening, my roommate and I drove back there and picked her up. On the way back, we stopped at his sister's place. I had the kitten in a box for transport (she didn't like that). When I took the box out and set it on the hood, I pretended like it was almost more than I could lift and leaned against the bumper making the car lower. Sister asked 'What the hell is in there?" right before I lifted out a tiny ball of fuzz. The landlord was not happy as we hadn't cleared it w/ them first but they couldn't resist a cute little fuzzdart so she got to stay.
Then a name. My roommate wanted to name her 'Puppy' but I had a better one. What name would fit a ball of chaos? Eris. Goddess of Discord.
Her first few weeks in the apartment.
At one point, I did end up spending about a month in Washington state. A mutual friend watched the apartment/took care of Eris while we were gone. When I got back, I was outside talking to the landlord and heard a ruckus coming from the apartment. I looked up and Eris had shoved through the blinds, hearing my voice. She let out a MEOW that could probably be heard blocks away and met me at the door. She didn't leave my lap the entire weekend.
We spent the next few years either living at my folks (her first experiences w/ dogs and other cats) or in various college apartments where the 'family' started growing, along w/ her waistline, eventually reaching near 20 lbs, before settling into the 'Trailer' and an ever growing herd o' kitty where she lived for near 10 yrs.
Some of her favorite places was sitting on my lap w/ as much of herself draped across the keyboard as she thought she could get away with, nesting in some blankets next to (or on) my head while I was sleeping, and any shelves with clothing she could shed on. Drinking from sink faucets and waking me up w/ a loud 'PURR...PURR...PURR" in my ear. Over the last few years, she'ld lost some weight and arthritis was bugging her somewhat but overall she remained a content kitty.
A few weeks ago, I found a lump on her chin. The vet said it was cancer and that w/ her advanced age, she wouldn't be able to handle chemo or surgery. They gave us some steroids and antibiotics to try and stem the growth. Since then she went from soft canned food to tuna to finally in-vitro fluids and me feeding her baby food w/ a syringe over the weekend as the tumor grew. Of course over the weekend.
Her last night w/ her daddy
This morning I took her to the vet where she spent her last moments in my arms. I'm having her cremated so she can spend even more time w/ me as I sit in my cave.
I miss my Eris kitty.
My kitty came home: