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December 19, 2015

RIP, Nancy.

Filed under: General — Vadasmaker @ 11:51 am

Nancy Lee Johnson was nondescript, just another gray-striped tabby, and he got stuck with a girl’s name from the time he strolled through the back gate, but he didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. What’s a name, anyway? He was a smart cat. He’d chosen his people well, and they could call him what they wanted to call him. It wasn’t like he was going to answer, anyway.

He was just going to do his job, diligently patrolling the back-back yard and letting Farkus think he ruled the front back yard. That’s just the kind of cat Nancy was. He didn’t have to prove anything to anyone or any cat.

A murmuration of starlings could, and often did, circle him on the back porch, chattering and eating the cat food two inches from his head, but Nancy slept on. He might have been deaf, but more likely he just didn’t sweat the small stuff. He’d eaten his fill, and it was time for a nap. So he napped. That’s what smart cats do.

Smart Cat Sleeping

  When Farkus stood on his hind legs and battled the inside cats through the storm door, Nancy sighed and watched, seeing him for the fool he was. Fighting cats on the other side of a piece of glass was for suckers. What a smart cat did was eat, sleep, roll over for the occasional pet, and keep his part of the property free of interlopers. Anything else was overkill. And Nancy was a very smart cat.

Nancy got sick fast, but he didn’t crawl under the house or burrow under the brush behind the shed and wait to die.  He knew what smart cats did. He crouched in the yard where he would be seen. Because he had chosen his people well, he knew they would take care of him when he could no longer care for himself. And they did.

RIP, Nancy. You were a very smart cat, and we were lucky to have you.

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7 Comments »

  1. Sorry for your loss. Smart cats are a blessing.

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    Comment by kkbrew — December 19, 2015 @ 12:21 pm | Reply

  2. It’s always hard to lose a pet. I have to think of it in the terms that I gave the little guy/girl have a very good life. They were way luckier than some other animals.

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    Comment by Michael Smith — December 19, 2015 @ 12:55 pm | Reply

  3. The world has always needed smart cats. Nancy Lee, you will be missed.

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    Comment by Kasty France — December 19, 2015 @ 1:03 pm | Reply

  4. And yes he was….my Scully…just a few months ago…just went off to permanent sleep on the couch she loved so much…I am sure Scully came running up to her at first sight in the heavens. My heart is with yours…and Jim’s.

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    Comment by Lily — December 19, 2015 @ 1:54 pm | Reply

  5. So Sorry for your loss. That was so wonderfully written.

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    Comment by The Pop Culture Rainman™ — December 19, 2015 @ 2:58 pm | Reply

  6. A beautiful tribute to a truly good cat. Sympathy.

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    Comment by Sally Bright — December 19, 2015 @ 8:15 pm | Reply

  7. I am sorry for your loss, CAROL. They let us feed and pet them for a while and if we are lucky it turns into years! Cats are good for you. love and hugs, Lottie

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    Comment by pony tale girl — December 21, 2015 @ 8:45 am | Reply


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