Remembering Honey Cat

 

For 17 years, Honey Cat had the run of the house.

She was an Arizona desert-born cat who happened to be a real huntress.  

One of the scariest days of my life came when she caught a living, foot-long lizard, had it in her mouth, proudly pranced through the patio doors, and dropped the lizard in the living room.

My daughter got it from under the couch, placed a cardboard box over it, and waited for my late husband to come home and deal with it.

All the while, I stood on the couch and screamed.

Honey Cat moved cross-country to Massachusetts and adapted perfectly to freezing cold winters.

She died in her 17th year of life and broke a lot of hearts.

One Christmas, my son and daughter-in-law gifted me with the Jim Shore Santa shown at the top of this post.

It came with the kitty that reminded me of Honey Cat and has been a favorite Santa ever since.

DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING THAT REMINDS YOU OF A PET WHO DIED?