Monday, February 21, 2011

soaking her in

I wake up a little sick. Wake up feeling blach and blah and blurg and just slightly urf. My my Jeté, my Tator Tot loves it when I'm sick. That means I'm in bed. Not only in one place (because really, how frustrating is it that I just won't stay put?) but in a cozy bed where she can maximize prime cuddle time.

She hops on the bed with a small squeak. Oh yes. It's cuddle time, so I'd better prepare. I move my laptop to the side and wiggle my fingers, the universal sign for "don't you want a nice pet?" She walks around me, trying to find the optimal direction to approach. Once she decides on an approach, she walks gingerly up my body until she can determine the prime location to settle. Today it's apparently right on my stomach with her paws resting on my chest.

I put my hand up to pet her head and she pushes her head into my hand before I can even move. As I stroke her soft head, starting between the eyes and going backward, sometimes cupping my hand over her whole head and over her ears, she starts to get a good purr going.

She has one little white spot right between her eyes, like a third eye. I lightly press my finger there, pushing my love into her. I smooth her incredibly soft, grey fur that I've never, ever felt on another cat. People constantly remark about how soft she is. I can't explain it. She's just a rescue kitty, but she has the hair of a Rex Rabbit. It's long and shiny (because she obsessively cleans it) and downy soft.

I scratch under her chin and she lifts her head back to give me plenty of chin scratching space. I can feel her purring throat under my fingertips. She's beyond purring now. When she gets really happy, the purr turns into a coo. Really. She coos.

I run my hands from her head to her tail, cringing every time I touch the huge lump on her back where it used to be smooth and svelte. She has one square patch of fur that's course and shorter than the rest from her surgical biopsy. I wonder if it will grow out before she's gone.

Oh wait. She starts to get up. Cuddle time is clearly over. At this point she usually gets off me and finds a perfect spot to clean my dirty human germs off her fur. But not today. Instead she just maneuvers herself to a more comfy position on my lap and decides this is a good place for a nap.

I rest my hand on her body and measure the rise and fall of her lungs, silently making a note of the rate to record. Seems so far the numbers are pretty steady. I wonder for a second if I can check on computery things without angering her majesty and try to type one handed. She looks up at me with her big, green eyes, like, Really, woman? That can't wait? and pulls her paw over her face to block out the light. I love it when she does that. So freaking adorable.

I will myself to soak in every detail, to remember everything about this moment. About her.

Jeté has always been my sweet, cuddly girl.

Did I ever tell you that I didn't really want a cat when I got her? We always had cats in my house. Well, we always had animals. Lots of animals to fill an acre of desert land in California. But THAT is a post for another day. But the cats I grew up with were stereotypical cats. They were either outdoor cats, busy hunting and getting eaten by coyotes (sorry for that), or they were aloof or bitchy or snobby. I'd never had a cuddly cat.

So I wanted a dog. But I couldn't have a dog in my small, Hollywood apartment. Never mind why. Pretty sure my neighbor Gloria had a pet squirrel, but I guess squirrels don't bark so.

I wasn't completely sold on the whole cat thing but I went to the shelter just to look and came home with Jeté. You can read that story here. At 23, I'd begun my decent into cat lady status.

Right from the start, I knew she was special, attached to my hip, following me throughout the apartment, curling up next to me whenever I sat or slept. She'd watch for me in the window when I left and come running to me when I got home with her little bell collar jinglejinglejinglejinglejingling.

My sweet furbaby.

I know Jeté and I don't have that much time left. I don't know how much really. It's not like the vets even really know. So I just make sure she keeps her weight up and monitor her respiration and keep an eye on her massively growing tumor.

Most of all, I try to soak her in.

Her cuddly sweetness.

21 comments mean you love me:

Anonymous said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

What a sweet post.....

Andygirl said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

thanks, darlin!

Shnerfle said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Oh, honey! So bittersweet, this time with her...

xoxo

Skye said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Kitty cuddles are the best.

Biz said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

She is such a pretty girl. Take lots of pictures and make time for lots of snuggles. It's good for both of you. :)

Nush said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

What a sweet description of your cuddles. Cuddles from cats are so, so nice.

Am hoping you guys will get plenty more cuddles to come.

Lauren Marie said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

I'm not going to lie, that made me tear up a little. Enjoy your cuddle time with the princess and take as many pictures as you can.

Strugglecity said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

This post made me cry a little and smile a lot. Reminds me of my baby boy and losing him a couple of years ago. He was the cuddliest cat in the world, and he loved me so much. When you talked about Jete putting his paw over his eyes, it brought back so many memories of when my baby used to do that. Thanks :)

El Gato said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Great post. This could have been me with my Penny girl. she's 16 and starting to slow down. I, like you, are treasuring my every moment with her. Cheers!

Mel said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Lovely post. Teared up a bit because it reminded me of my Molly.
Enjoy every moment with your sweet Jete. *hugs* for you both and Hobbes too. :)

Unknown said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

This post made me weep. Bittersweet, this time with her. Enjoy it and treasure it. I'll think of Jete when I snuggle with my Scooter tonight.

Suniverse said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Oh, honey. This is so wonderful and so painful. My heart is with you and your lovely kitty.

alonewithcats said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

I woke up this morning with my arms wrapped around Isabel. This post makes me want to leave work and go straight home to her.

That little spot on Jete's head. So cute. I stroke the stripe down Isabel's nose all the time, half-expecting it to rub off.

Allie Gresham said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

You are so sweet! Loved this post!

Sarah said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

*sob*

So sweet.

Andygirl said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

thanks so much for your sweet comments, you guys! <3

we hate you. love, us said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

I adore you. This post made me a little misty-eyed, but it was beautiful. You have a wonderful way with words my friend.

Ley said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Oh gosh Andy! That was the sweetest thing I have read in a very, very long time. I heart you, I heart Jete, and I hope more than anything that you have more wonderful days like this together!

Andygirl said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

B&V- oh thank you. <3 to you.

Ley- oh you're so sweet! thanks so much, lovely!

Laura said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

My kitty obsessively cleans, too, and is the softest grown up cat I've ever known.

Jete is special. Soak her all up!

Andygirl said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

it must be that the soft kitties know it and feel like they need to take care of their special fur. :)

<3

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