“No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch.” -Leo Dworken
My old cat, Pearl, died last week. I’ve probably had at least a hundred cats in my lifetime. Of those, a handful are particularly memorable, and that was the case with Pearl. For whatever reason, I’ve always found calico cats to have the most interesting and intense personalities. Pearl seemed to have some inner agenda, known only to itself, and she moved about with purpose, looking annoyed at any impediments. She was truly a cat with nine lives. She cheated death years ago as a shelter rescue cat. She roamed the neighborhood, sometimes for 12 hours or more in any kind of weather, crossing major traffic intersections and fighting other cats, yet she always came home with nary a scratch.
“Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are gods.” -Christopher Hitchens
Pearl had two obsessions in life…first, it despised any interlopers in it’s backyard territory with a passion. It loathed other cats, who would be met with blood-curdling yowls if they ventured onto Pearl’s turf. Any small wildlife that had the misfortune to encroach on it’s space would suffer a brutal end. It once killed 7 bunnies within a week, bringing them to the door and meowing to show me it’s determination to guard the perimeter. Many people think that it’s cruel the way cats will kill something, not eat it, and then bring it to you, but really it’s their natural inclination to rid the home area of anything that it perceives as a scurrying pest…and it’s ego demands credit for the kill. I surely never had a problem with rabbits feeding on the garden. Pearl was always “on the wall”…the thin calico line.
“Way down deep, we’re all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.” -Jim Davis
It’s other obsession was water. Every cat that I’ve ever known had some sort of quirk, but Pearl’s odd fascination with water was really unique. It would sit mesmerized by the sight and sound of water coming from a faucet for as long as I would let it run, sometimes climbing into the sink to let the water pour over it’s face. It loved to go out in the heaviest rain storms, and I would often find it sitting in a deep puddle. Trying to figure out a cat is a futile exercise.
“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.”―Ernest Hemingway
Pearl was notably aloof and treated most people with ambivalence. You really had to work to get her trust. Once you did, it would sleep on it’s back near your feet to show acceptance. For a cat with an acute sense of survival and self-preservation to put itself in a vunerable position like that requires a lot of trust. I always found it calming when it slept nearby while I was editing video. I understand why Hemingway worked with cats around him. Once I was on a Google+ conference about social media with university students in Amman, Jordan. In the middle of it, Pearl jumped on my lap and started yowling for attention. It got a big laugh from the students and gave Pearl some international face time.
It is difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat. It is a philosophical animal… one that does not place its affections thoughtlessly. -Theophile Gautier
In the last 3 or 4 months, Pearl started to decline. There is, unfortunately, no cure for old age. I would have to lift it up onto the sink when it was no longer able to make the jump. As it’s metabolism faltered, it ate less and less, and I started calling it “Perlita” because it began to resemble skeletal Mexican folk art. Yet, it nonetheless continued it’s lengthy roaming sessions. It was during this time that I discovered it had a large network of neighborhood cat lovers with whom it spent portions of it’s day. Pearl always wore a tag with it’s name and the home phone number on a break-away collar. Occasionally, it would lose the collar and I’d get a call from someone who had found it. These were over a surprisingly large area. I found that it had fans all over the neighborhood, one gentleman referring to it as “his cat.”
“Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.” -Mark Twain
It’s last week was pretty grim. It could barely walk, yet it still pined at the door to make it’s daily rounds in the neighborhood. I think most people would have had it put down by this point, but I decided to let it go out on it’s own terms, rather than having it die afraid, on a cold table at the vet’s office.
I’ve spent time in about a half-dozen Muslim countries where cats are respected for their function of ridding the area of pests. There is an Islamic Hadith about a lady who fell from grace for imprisoning a cat, and did not “set it free to eat from the vermin of the earth.” Pearl was clearly near death, but I allowed her the dignity of spending it’s last few days as a cat, letting it roam and fulfilling it’s predatory instinct. Amazingly, it would be gone for hours at a time, apparently still traveling long distances on it’s wobbly legs. I doubt that it caught anything, but at least it got to visit it’s numerous admirers during it’s last days.
It even got in one more day-long journey in the rain…a rain so hard that I received a flash flood alert on my cell phone. I found it sitting in a rushing stream of flood water, looking quite calm and happy. I carried her inside, soaking wet and looking like a drowned rat, where it sat on my lap and purred while I toweled it off. For Pearl, it seemed to have been a perfect day.
A few nights later, it’s heart gave out while it was attempting to jump up on the couch. Adios, Perlita. You are missed…although probably not so much by the neighborhood rabbits.
“If you tell me that curiosity killed the cat, I say only the cat died nobly.” -Arnold Edinborough
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