The little assemblage that Frida was:
loud purr, ginger and orange and white fur, gold mineral eyes, white paws like unnecessary (but perfect) gloves. A propensity to eat kibble with those same gloved paws, like a dainty monkey. She had her own distinctive smell– dusty, comforting, and wholesome. She was a licker, too. Would lick your hands and toes sandpaper-raw if you let her.
I like to think that while i held her in my lap this afternoon, her wee kitty spirit slipped out from between those pointed ears, sideways a little, skipping her heart, and then up over the clinic room, over the kennels outside full of funny hungry dogs, and into a pretty nice day full of birds, wind, sun. I just wish John and Aimee got to say good-bye.
bye bye, kitty (like I said to you every day before I left the apartment). i miss you much.
Frida (formerly Fatty Fat Fat) 1995-2006
