good bye to my wonderful kitty

My Jelly

Last night, my cat Jelly Bean died.


She was mean, grouchy, never very affectionate. If I was eating something she thought was delicious, she would scratch and paw at me until I gave her some. She would wake me up in the middle of the night because either she wanted a treat or she just thought I should be awake. She was never a lap cat and whenever anyone other than The Momma and I came into the house, she would hiss and scare the crap out of them. When I would come home from college or from being away for a long period of time, she'd ignore me, as if to say, "I no longer care for you. You have no value until you feed me."


But she was my kitty.


I'll miss how she made me laugh when she'd rub her catnip toy all over her face and then run around in her catnip-induced high. I'll miss how she'd knead my chest until I thought she had created multiple bruises and then settle down and take a nap. I'll miss how when I was getting ready for the day in the morning she'd sit on my bathroom counter and then she'd want me to pick her up and cuddle with her as I sat on my bed. I'll miss how she'd go crazy when we'd play with a Chinese yo-yo. I'll even miss how when I was sleeping in she'd get on my night stand and paw at my face as if to say, "You awake yet? You awake yet? Wake up, Sleepy!"


I got her as a kitten right after I had started the 8th grade, 15 years ago. She was my kitty for over half of my life. She wasn't the most loveable cat, but I loved her on her terms. She wasn't going to be the kind of cat that I wanted her to be. But she's the only cat I'd ever want.


I miss you, my stinky butthead kitty, and I will always remember you.

Jelly with her friend Tony

She loved a good bag

Her favorite sleeping position