There are lots of us living here and my mom tries to give us all equal attention. But one of my friends is very sick. She’s a young calico cat – female of course – and she came from a place called Agios Dimitris, where there is a large church and a lot of sad cats – maybe a hundred or more.
Anyway, a while ago, my mom went there with a friend and rescued two small kittens. Mom’s friend is Scottish and wanted to rehome a tiny ginger kitten, who looked very sickly and his friend; another calico cat wanted to come along too.
So, from being the only house cat, I suddenly had to share everything. At first I was a bit jealous, but after a few days, I realised it was fun to have other kittens to play with and I enjoyed their company. The ginger cat was named McDuff as it’s a Scottish name, the calico became known as Naomi; I’m not sure why.
We spent a lot of time together and always curled up for a cuddle at night and during siesta. Naomi was quite clever and could find out how things worked, but McDuff was quiet. I think he was relieved to be somewhere safe. He couldn’t even eat at first. While Naomi and I fed on cat biscuits and meat, my mom had to feed him milk and soup with a dropper. She was very worried about him and took him to the doctor a couple of times. But he soon began to gain weight and look better.
Naomi was fine until just before Christmas. My mom had been away and Flora; our neighbour who helps look after us had been with her. But we had a nice friendly carer living in the house, so it wasn’t too disruptive. The first sign that she wasn’t well was when she developed a wobbly walk. We were all worried. She wasn’t in pain, but her back legs wouldn’t work properly. We tried to support here and mom took her to the doctor’s for an X-Ray, to see if she had had an accident. But there didn’t seem to be any damage.
Then in the middle of the night, she had a fit. It was horrible and mom called Flora to come and see her. The next day they went back to the doctor. She was much worse. We all got excluded from the bedroom, where we usually sleep at night. The doctor was worried she might be infectious and we could catch something from her. She had blood tests and antibiotics but nothing helped and she just got worse and worse. I tried to sneak in to see her, but mom was determined to keep me out.
After about a week, mom told us that Naomi was dead. She was crying, so was Flora – we all were. We had been such good friends. Flora dug a grave for her in the garden, near the lavender and they buried her, while we all watched. They put some stones on top to mark the spot and a few bright red geraniums. It was all very sad, especially as she was such a young cat. We cats don’t cry like humans, but we do feel unhappy sometimes. McDuff, who had been with Naomi since he was born, was dismal for many days.
Other cats in the outside colony had died, but this time, we had all lost a close friend.
We all moved into another bedroom, so mom could clean thoroughly, to avoid us catching whatever Naomi had. I gave her special cuddles, whenever I could to try to cheer her up.
A few days later, a friend of my mom’s arrived. ‘I’ve got a Christmas present for you’, he said. He opened his jacket and inside was a tiny hairy white kitten, with huge eyes that looked like she had applied make-up like my mom sometimes does. She was hungry and crying. Of course she stayed and we all tried to make her welcome. My mom called her Amelia and she settled in really quickly.
We’re all pleased to have her here.