Trixie Pye, Trixie Pye
The cat population in America has lost a good one this week. In fact, she's the only cat I've ever loved.
My roommate and I got her when she was around six-months-old and a friend of ours couldn't handle the cat and a new baby. By taking her in we saved her from the name Plasma, and after a week of brainstorming I named her Trixie Pye. It was the perfect name for her, with just enough sass to match her own. Thin and stately, it didn't take her long to find her own among my roommate's other two felines.
Over time she plumped up. I mean really plumped up. But she still maintained her kitten-like face, and that was the cutest thing about her. When I still lived with Trixie she slept in my room every night. Which means each morning I was awakened to her "making biscuits" on my chest. It annoyed me to no end, but she had a face that was hard to stay angry at.
Unfortunately, she recently contracted FIV, "kitty AIDS," and in the last few months she lost over half of her body weight. FIV is transmitted through biting, which means some cat out there is responsible for her demise. I've decided it would be unwise to go all Ahab on his ass, but the idea is tempting.
It's impossible to say her name only once. Trixie Pye, Trixie Pye just rolls off the tongue. And I will miss saying it.
My roommate and I got her when she was around six-months-old and a friend of ours couldn't handle the cat and a new baby. By taking her in we saved her from the name Plasma, and after a week of brainstorming I named her Trixie Pye. It was the perfect name for her, with just enough sass to match her own. Thin and stately, it didn't take her long to find her own among my roommate's other two felines.
Over time she plumped up. I mean really plumped up. But she still maintained her kitten-like face, and that was the cutest thing about her. When I still lived with Trixie she slept in my room every night. Which means each morning I was awakened to her "making biscuits" on my chest. It annoyed me to no end, but she had a face that was hard to stay angry at.
Unfortunately, she recently contracted FIV, "kitty AIDS," and in the last few months she lost over half of her body weight. FIV is transmitted through biting, which means some cat out there is responsible for her demise. I've decided it would be unwise to go all Ahab on his ass, but the idea is tempting.
It's impossible to say her name only once. Trixie Pye, Trixie Pye just rolls off the tongue. And I will miss saying it.
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4 Comments:
Of course you named her Trixie Pye. And she must have loved you so much. Dear sweet little kitty.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Poor Trixie Pye! And poor girlfriday! I feel your pain. There are few things worse than losing a beloved friend.
Friday, July 27, 2007
RIP kitty, kitty.
Monday, July 30, 2007
I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. The last cat I loss I was so upset that I wouldn't let Becca vacuum up the catfur spot on the carpet for days. Becca thought I'd lost my marbles, but I just wasn't ready to see Oreo's favorite spot bare.So you can get as wacky as you need in your mourning and I wouldn't bat an eyelash! I love the name Trixie Pye and heartily approve of the Y in her name vs pie...I'm glad you have someone "in house" to comfort you in your loss. Hugs, Lucy
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
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