The Tale of the Indifferent Cat

Last week my wife and I had to make, to this date, the most difficult decision of our lives.  Our cat, Libby, had been sick for about a month and we decided it was time.  This was the first time we had to make this decision and was rough on both of us.  Tears were shed, comforting hugs were had, and reassurances between the both of us that we were doing the right thing.  Even now, its tough to hold back a few tears (proof that I do in fact have a heart and soul).  

My wife got Libby from the Humane Society down in Wichita shortly after moving down there.  She picked her because of her fluffy tail.  Little did we know that the fluffy tail meant fluff all over as she grew up!  Libby has set the standard in our household for fluff and fur for any future felines that come into our lives. 

Now, I say that she was 'our' cat, when in fact, she was my wife's cat.  Libby was a one person cat.  Insanely indifferent to the rest of the world, whenever my wife would wake up in the morning, Libby would come out for her morning head scratches and occasional tummy rub.  When I woke up in the morning?  I got 'the glare' from her.  The 'you aren't my human now go away' glare.  She was by no means an aggressive cat, in fact I'm sure she was scared of her own hiss or shadow.  

The picture below I took of her lazing on the couch is the best one that we have of her.    

From her crazy whiskers to her furry little paws, Libby was in our lives for too short of a time.  That's how life is from time to time.  Unfair.  You just have to relish in the time together.