Only a few of our entries mentioned the value of cats in helping one get through hard times. This story and photo come from Sal Bro and her cat Calista:
Calista was born on my birthday. I acquired her from a distraught hospital patient who’d left behind a beloved feline and her new litter of kittens. When conversations with my patient changed from returning home to nursing homes, I agreed to take in a scrawny white-and-tabby kitten and her sociable all-black sister. On adoption day, in place of the white tabby, they carted out a beautiful little calico. “Yep, that’s her,” I said and did not mention the mix-up.
Calista was a great comfort to me through the difficult end of a 10-year relationship. When suddenly the bed was only half-full, she dutifully warmed the other half. She sniffed my tears and snuggled with me on the couch. Later, she accepted a new house and two new step-siblings with only one attempt at suicide (failed, fortunately). Today, her pastimes include exploring the back yard, binge-eating, purging, and lounging atop a throne of sisal rope and carpet.
She defies photography, given a fear of anything that is pointed at her face, so I regret that I have only one photo of her in which she is looking at the camera and does not look crazed. It was taken with my web camera, during one of the dark, lonely evenings after the breakup. She’s been a good friend.
Thanks for the opportunity to share my kitteh.