This is a sad coincidence: last week I wrote reader Bettina, telling her that I’d like to post her cat Simon today, and asking for any update she had. She informed me on Sunday that Simon had just been killed by a dog. This is happening entirely too often around here (the same fate met Huxley), and it makes me really sad. So this post, written by Bettina, must serve as Simon’s memorial. He was a tuff cat, and I’m sorry for his loss.
Simon was a cat with many lives. He used his first life one winter when he was hit by a car, taking months to recover and keeping a limp in one back leg. His next life was a paw that wouldn’t stop bleeding and needed stitches under anesthesia. Then, he ran away while I was on vacation, and it took a month to find him. Upon returning, he nearly died of illness caused by fleas. Next, he developed an abscess the size of a ping pong ball on his face, which required surgery and tubes stitched into his cheek to help it drain. He lost his life in a fight with probably a dog on 4 June of this year, and died outside in one of his favorite spots. We (my boyfriend and I) always called him a grump because of his low tolerance for petting, puppies and kittens. But he loved to follow his humans around the neighborhood, meowing loudly if we walked faster than his gimpy legs could match. I loved him rubbing his face on my face, crying to be let out, and sneak attacking the dog from behind. He was especially fond of jumping out of the bushes and rolling in the driveway when I came home, asking for scratches and attention. He had a special personality, and I will miss him.