4 weeks ago today I lost my beloved HattieCattie. For almost 15 1/2 yrs she ruled my life with an iron paw only sometimes wrapped in velvet. I loved her so much.
From the very first day she graced my life, she was as fascinated and involved in sewing as I am. Countless hours sewing with her help, countless kilometres of seams supervised by her soon-competent eye. So many flimsy paper patterns strategically ripped and chewed to reflect her discerning style.
I had so much planned to write about her. How startlingly, unexpectedly graceful she grew from such a scruffy scrap of kittenhood. Explain how her (often scary, frequently blood-drawing) iron paw never once made me love her less. How I honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through the worst of the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder without her purrs and love. But I can’t write … the words are starting to swim on the screen.
HattieCattie, I love you so so so much.