Like everyone else, I’m in the thick of the holidays and all that entails.
I’m reflecting; reflecting on what the holidays mean as a whole and how grateful I feel for the bounty of this time with loved ones. The lingering thought at the end of this reflection is about this black, furry, three-legged, slightly skittish present I received nearly six years ago.
I’m over the moon about this delightful and best gift I’ve ever given myself. How I feel about Kali is viewed by some as pretty unreasonable and my googooing over her has made some acquaintances uncomfortable.
Yes, my love for Kali is over the top. I can just look at her and burst into tears. Is this the way it is with children? I don’t know as I never had any. And, come to think of it, it’s not like I birthed her or anything. So why do I feel this hyper level of care and devotion?
Six years ago my friend/neighbor/realtor Robert and I both were in the market for pets. He wanted a doggie and I wanted an indoor cat. Together we took getting these animals on as a major project visiting every single shelter and Humane Society in two local counties multiple times. Every weekend we’d head out and see who might be out there waiting for us. We did this for two complete months, and each of us came close to getting a particular animal but, for some reason, never completed the process. Then it happened.
One day Robert found his doggie, Princess, a white bichon frise mix, at the local pound, and two days later I found Kali at the local Humane Society. She was hidden in the back of a small room crowded with outgoing and energetic cats. The moment I sat down on the floor, Kali boldly popped out of the corner and began rubbing against my thigh. It was then I noticed she hopped on three legs. Her rear left flank was shaved where her leg had recently been amputated.
She seemed starved for attention. Although somewhat shy about letting me get too close, she obviously couldn’t get enough of the feel of my thigh smashed up against her sweet face, as she rubbed and purred against me. I found out she had been attacked by a dog and her leg hung lifeless for several days before the young couple who owned her brought her to the Sonoma County Humane Society where they gave her up because they couldn’t afford the cost of surgery.
As a one-year-old, she was in good health in spite of this trauma, so the doctors operated to remove the dead limb and neutered and micro chipped her at the same time.
Kali was two weeks out from that surgery when I met her. From that first meeting, I knew she was mine and I went home immediately to make the necessary plans for her arrival the next day.
She couldn’t survive outside with only one back leg, so over the years she has been content to consider the inside of my home her entire world. She only once tried and succeeded in dashing out the front door. She scooted around the outside of the house and wound up in a parking area, bawling loudly. I lured her out into the open with wet cat food, and scooped her up into tightly clenched arms. She and I both were trembling. Ever since that day, she’s never been interested in going outside. I could leave the front door wide open and she’d just sit and stare at it.
To this day she remains quite skittish…hates loud noises, ice cubes rattling around in the ice tray, the sound of tinfoil being ripping off the roll, any sudden movements, boisterous guests, the door on the dishwasher being opened or closed or doing ANYTHING with plastic bags. I gladly tolerate this behavior from her. She’s been through quite enough trauma.
If I don’t shower or put my makeup on, if I have a grumpy day with nothing good to say or do, if I get too busy and ignore her, or if I go on vacation and leave her for two weeks in the care of others, she’s always loving to me, happy to curl onto my lap, or lick my leg or (gulp) reach out a tiny paw to my cheek when I cry (seriously!).
I’d like to think I saved her, but when I look into her soft kitty eyes and feel she’s seeing into my soul, I realize she saved me. She saved me from never having felt that level of love from an animal friend.
She must know I’m talking about her. She just rubbed up against my legs. Then again, it IS dinnertime. Maybe that’s all it is.
As always, this year she’ll be under my tree as the best gift a girl could receive.
Oh Antonia, I LOVE this! Thank you for sharing your “over the top” love for Kali, which doesn’t seem in the least over the top to me.
“I’d like to think I saved her, but when I look into her soft kitty eyes and feel she’s seeing into my soul, I realize she saved me. She saved me from never having felt that level of love from an animal friend.”
Yes, absolutely. There is nothing more pure and true than the love of a sensitive animal for its human. I’m so glad you and Kali found and rescued each other. Merry Christmas to you both!
Just reading your response to this blog brings a softening to my heart and small tears to my eyes Katie. When someone understands a feeling or shares an experience, well, there is no greater gift. Thank you for this, and Merry Christmas to you as well!