She was the runt of the litter. But just try and tell her that. Misha was the biggest little cat that ever lived, a tiny flurry of white I could hold in the palm of my hand. But the moment I set her down next to me on our couch, she began to purr. She knew before we did that this was her forever home and we were her forever family.
She’d been whiskered away the moment she was weened, never learning how to cat, so she made up her own version. She said “Wow!” instead of “meow,” bounded madly about, often glancing up at an imaginary attacker (a playful guardian angel, I suspect), taking fearless swipes at them, and then racing off, daring them to catch her. Her first nickname was “Flurry.” But then, because she constantly followed us around, she became “Puppycat.” And finally, with our human children grown and flown, she was simply “the baby” or “our little girl.”
My wife talked to her constantly, and Misha always answered. She was the most conversational cat I’ve ever heard, developing her own impressive vocabulary of Feline-glish expressions. She took no interest in conventional cat toys, but loved fetching the crumpled paper balls I tossed. She’d race after them, “capture” them, and then push them under the bathroom door while I was in there, or drop them in my lap when I was in bed. Once, just for fun, she dropped a live mouse in my lap instead!
Misha was polite to a point, planting herself in front of us whenever she wanted something, then reaching out and giving us a soft-pawed “excuse me” tap. But if we failed to respond asap, the claws would come out just enough to show us she meant business. And she always meant business when it came to food. Whatever we were eating, she wanted, and often liked. She loved popcorn nights.
My wife was the queen of her heart. Wherever Trudy was, Misha was: sprawled across her lap, on top of her while she slept, “wow-wowing!” anxiously until Mommy safely escaped from the shower, and then sitting on the bathroom counter watching as she did her make-up. Unable to resist, I finally said farewell to what little “manliness” I had left and became Daddy. “Show Daddy what you want, Baby.”
The biggest little cat in the world ruled our home for sixteen years. But then we learned right before leaving on a two-night getaway last weekend that she had an inoperable tumor. We thought we had weeks, maybe months, but the very next night a friend who was watching her said she’d stopped eating. So we packed up and drove home that night.
It was time. Three days ago we took Misha to the vet (her tumor had doubled in size), then petted and kissed her goodbye as she drifted away. It was one of the hardest things we’ve ever had to do.
We miss our little girl every minute, constantly thinking we’ve just seen her…here…or there. Still, it’s the kind of haunting we welcome. Because the biggest little cat in the world has finally found her real forever home…
In our hearts.
My heart! <3 Precious tribute and I can tell how much she was loved. Love the pics, adorable. Prayers for comfort for you and your wife, God cares. <3
He does indeed, Carolyn. More than we know.
There’s something about the passing of a beloved pet that just tears at my heartstrings. Just thinking about the blind devotion they have for their owners creates a lump in my throat. All they ask is that they’re shown a hint of love-nothing compared to what they give in return. Mitch, I am so sorry you lost your precious cat. Misha was truly a lucky cat to share her life with your family where she was loved as much as she loved.
Thank you, Nancy.
So sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Rebecca.
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Thanks, Krista. Good to know. There appears to have been some kind of glitch due to updates (changes) they’re making.
What a wonderful tribute to a precious member of your family. She certainly had some precious attributes. I cannot fathom people who fail to grieve the loss of their pets. Our family shares exactly the sort of pain you are now feeling whenever a beloved feline or canine member of our family passes.
One of my enduring hopes is that the Lord who created them will restore them to our sides when he creates the new heavens and new earth.
Me too, Rob. I have no idea how it would work, but I do believe God has made or will make a way.
Oh my gosh, Mitch, that was a beautiful tribute to your little friend. She was very beautiful, and I am sure her little soul was even more beautiful. It’s so hard to have to saycl goodbye, but take comfort in the knowledge that you were loved and that she knew she was loved.
Thank you, Tim.
You are welcome.
Such a beauty! You’ll stay her favourites forever ♾️
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We had a puppycat once too. He was my youngest son’s earliest memory. It’s so hard to say goodbye to these companions, these dearly loved ones. God bless, Mitch!
Thank you so much, Nancy.
So sorry for your loss. The late Billy Graham once said, “God will prepare everything for our perfect happiness in heaven, and if it takes my dog being there, I believe he’ll be there.”
Exactly. And thank you, Leo and Nina.
I’m sorry for your loss. What a special kitty she was.
Thank you.
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It truly is, Becky.
Oh my, what a special cat Misha was, with her unique style of cat-ness, her talent for conversing, her polite requests (until the claws came out), her exotic tastes, and more. I like to think we’ll see our beloved pets again in heaven, based on Romans 8:19-21! Meanwhile, may you and Trudy take joy and comfort in these delightful memories.
Thank you, dear Nancy, and thanks for the encouraging words too.
I am so sorry for your loss, Mitch. This is a beautiful tribute.
Thank you, Aysid.
I’m sorry, Mitch. What joy Misha brought to you and Trudy. Praying for comfort as y’all miss her and the things you talked about in this tribute.
Thank you.
I’m sorry, Mitch. What joy Misha brought to you and Trudy. Praying for comfort as y’all miss her and the things you talked about in this tribute.
I just realized the “Anonymous” comment above was the same as this one. Glad to know who it was from. Thank you, and thank you on Trudy’s behalf too, Mary. She knows about Bill and you, and your family, so it won’t be from a stranger. Blessings, my friend.
Yeah, that was me (embarrassment). For some reason, I keep getting signed out of WP on my phone, and when that happens I have to fill in my information. I signed back in and replied as me so you wouldn’t wonder who that “anonymous” was. 🙂 Now I know how those anonymous’ get there!
Blessing to you and Trudy as well.
Beautiful memories! Sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Gary.
Misha sounds like such an amazing and special cat! It’s clear that she was so loved by you and your family. She was an amazing little being that knew she was home the moment she stepped into your house. I’m so glad that you were able to give her the love and care she deserved and that she was able to live a wonderful life with you. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful story. Thank you to the author!
Thank you so much, Olivia.
It’s so sad to lose our critters. Sending hugs and healing to you and your family, Mitch.
Thank you, Nancy.
Oh Mitch, I’m so sorry. What a unique little creature to have as a family member! I am so sad for your loss but glad she will live on in your hearts. ❤️
Thank you so much, Kara.
What an incredible story! Misha sounds like such a special cat and the bond she had with her family is so heartwarming. Thank you for sharing!
My privilege!
Oh, you really got me with that last line “in our hearts”. What a sweet kitty she was. Sorry you had to say goodbye to her.
Thank you so much, Rhonda.
So, so sorry.
Thank you, AJ.
I’m so very sorry for your loss. Saying good by is heart-wrenching, but what a beautiful tribute to your beloved cat!
Thank you for your kind words, Ann.
Animals crawl into our hearts then leave a great void of sadness when they’re gone. Memories of unconditional love fill the void…
They do indeed, Lisa Mae.
Misha sounds like such a character! She was so full of life and clearly loved her family. What an amazing story. Thank you for sharing the special bond you had with your furry friend.
And thank you for your kind words, my friend. We miss her so much.
Misha is such an amazing cat! She’s full of energy and joy, and it’s clear that she loves her family. I’m so glad she found her forever home. Thank you for sharing this heartwarming story.
My privilege.
Misha’s story is so heartwarming and beautiful! She was so unique and intelligent, and I’m so glad she had such a loving home. Thank you for sharing this lovely tale!
My pleasure, Olivia. Misha was and is a gift.
Oh what a touching tribute to Misha!
Thank you, Chaya.
Wow, she looks just like our Snowball.
He has epilepsy. It is a challenge but he is a blessing he is worth it.
I bury our cats in the flower bed when they die. It is a nice resting place for them.
A man who gets it. Enjoy your blessed-but-challenging time with Snowball, Joseph.
This cracked me up! ‘”I finally said farewell to what little “manliness” I had left and became Daddy. “Show Daddy what you want, Baby.”’
Also, I’m sorry she’s gone. They take a little piece of us with them when they go, don’t they?
They do indeed, Stacey.
I’m so sorry about Misha. God bless and comfort y’all. Someday in heaven – she will jump back into your laps and lives with a huge purr. Until then…
<3
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