Eulogy
for Yadda, our cat
He was a feral cat but a good companion over the
years, through several moves into and out of houses and apartments,
experiencing the ups and downs of life along with his human buddies, my wife
and me.
When we first adopted him and
his mate, Charlie, we thought Yadda was a female cat because he was so small. We named ‘him’ Pinata but later shortened it
to Yata, or for me, Yadda, because that’s how Texanese is spoken here in Texas. He grew and grew and when I saw him trying to
mate with Charlie, we checked and guess what, he was really a boy growing into
cat manhood. What a shock. A trip to the vet was next up for him.
We have had many different cats through the years, introducing
them to humans - us, sometimes neutering them, letting them grow up if they were kittens,
and then finding homes that would love them as much as we did. But occasionally we would keep them as
family. Yadda and Charlie fell in that
category. They were both very feral and
did not ever totally accept the moniker of tamed house cat. Which is something we can all learn
from. To stay somewhat independent of
what is out there in the world and to be our own bosses.
He was a good companion through some tough times
that we went through and always stayed with us.
Thanks, Yada, for the memories, we will cherish them and what you meant
to us forever. May you rest in peace,
good buddy, and may the mouse-chasing in the afterlife be fun and fulfilling. Go get ‘em, tiger.
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