There is a certain impotence when dealing with cats. The expressions on their faces never change. You cannot tell by looking at them how they are feeling, what their emotions are at the moment, or whether they are ready to pounce. Cats are wondrously inconsistent. They can be following a piece of wool one second and then become intensely uninterested in another.
There are those who have made a career of studying cats and claim to understand them. The fact that they have been domesticated later than dogs and are not close to their canine counterparts makes me wonder about their expertise. If you have had a cat anytime in your life, you know you cannot predict their behavior. Further, each cat has its own personality.
Inky Dew, named after a distant cousin’s used toner cartridge company was all of those things and more. He was foisted upon us by a neighbor girl 14.5 years ago. She had found him at Rehobeth Beach in Delaware and chased the kitty till she found it. Her parents would not let her keep it. She came down the street to Carol and Arnold and cried for us to keep him. We did.
He was an outside cat for his first 10 years. He would leave in the morning and come back sometime during the day and be out till we went to bed. Before retiring, we would call him an no matter where he was, he would come running to the house and slip in.
He was not a cuddly cat at all and was solitary most of the time. When he needed love, he would jump up on my desk and sit and stare at me and bnk my head with his. E really never craved attention, just a warm home, friendly people and a nice soft place to sleep. He had his own bed in our new condo and used it ferociously to snore up a storm.
He was rarely, if ever sick. He ate modestly and was not at all fat. That’s pretty good for a now indoor cat. ON December 6th, I took him in because he had a cold. The vet said that he was in good shape for a 14 year old cat, but he was wrong. Over the past two days, he seemed very lethargic and began to plunk down in unusual places. He began to drink larges volumes of water. He seemed to have more episodes of vomiting.
This morning, Carol and I decided to take him to the vet again. He was down 3 pounds from his December 6th weight. Something was wrong. The xrays showed a massive tumor around his erratic heart. His liver was distended. He was not long for the world and we ended it today.
We have a few pictures of Inky and many many pleasant memories. I am not sure that our other two cats will be affected. Carol and I will be. He was a stable influence in our lives. We have already shed tears because of this loss. His departure means that an era is over for us. That may mean something to these two humans.