On February 7, 2014, I was devastated to learn that my beloved cat Baby had chronic renal failure (CRF), a common disease in older cats. Sadly, Baby succumbed to her illness yesterday, on March 1. I'd had her in my life for exactly six years and four months.
A rescue kitty, Baby came home with me from New York Animal Control on 110th Street in Manhattan two weeks after my brown tabby cat Martin died--just days after we'd moved back to NYC in October, 2007. Baby was shy at first but rapidly became the best cat I ever had.
I miss her dearly. Baby was my light in a dark world. An affectionate Chantilly/Tiffany cat who loved her "person," (me!), Baby wouldn't let me eat breakfast, watch TV or work at my desk without making herself comfy in my lap. She was fun, playful, and sweet--all wrapped up in one beautiful chocolate-brown package.
Baby's antics while "pillow diving" and chasing the red laser light made me laugh. She was forever trying to get her foster sister Jelly to play with her. Try as she might, she never gave up despite repeatedly being snuffed by the Jelly. Regardless, Baby opened her heart up to Jelly when we rescued her in May 2009, making Jelly the third addition to our happy little family.
In her final weeks Baby was snuggly-buggly with me in bed at night, which was a gift that I wasn't accustomed to from her.
May she rest in peace on the other side of the rainbow bridge. This photo was taken Feb. 13, 2014, at our home in Atlanta, Georgia.