R.I.P. Bodoni

I was never a big cat fan. It was indifference that I felt, more than any kind of dislike. I found them aloof and frankly, a little boring. So I don't know what over came me when I told a co-worker I was interested in one of the kittens she had rescued from a storm drain in the Valley. Maybe it was my maternal instincts kicking in, I don't know but suddenly, I wanted that cat. I was interested in the gray kitten, but she told me it was a package deal and the black and white kitten was part of the kitty package. They were found together and she thought they should stay together. I figured, OK, what's the difference. One cat, two cats, not that much of a difference taking care of them and they'd have each other for company.

That was 11 years ago. The gray cat became, Molly. The black and white cat became Bodoni. I then fell in love with cats. I loved their independence and they weren't aloof. They were affectionate. And funny. And like dogs, loyal. They made me feel like I was important, as silly as that sounds.

Bodoni's life was good. Her cancer was not. It was discovered and the end came fast. She suffered nothing, I don't think anyway. You can't ask them. They only answer with big eyes and well, Molly talks a lot but Bodoni just snuggled.

I will miss her more than I EVER realized was possible with a cat. Such a tiny little being can leave a HUGE hole in one's heart.

Rest in peace, sweet Bodoni girl.