Pausing to remember an extraordinary cat

A few hours after I wrote my New Year’s Day post, my beloved Amber cat passed away. She would have turned seventeen later this month. Indigo kitten and I are still adjusting to life without our gentle little brown cat.

Amber was sweet, serious, and she had just enough spice to keep her from being too perfect.  For years, we had a gentle disagreement over the wicker chairs.  She liked to scratch them.  I always cautioned her that ‘nice cats don’t.’ She would look over her shoulder at me, scratching away at one of the chairs the whole time, silently asking, “Who says I’m a nice cat?” I found that incredibly endearing.

I loved her instinctive understanding of what was important to me. Remember this photo? I had just taken this cloth from the loom, and she had to be there, napping, as I hemmed it.

May Bastet protect her and guide her on her journey.

2 thoughts on “Pausing to remember an extraordinary cat

  1. I’m sorry for your loss. We lost one this summer and there are days that I catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye and think it’s her.

  2. I too have a little brown tabby named Amber who came to me in the middle of a driving rain storm 14 years ago! She is showing signs of feline aging, thinness, more sleeping, etc. but she still rules the roost when it comes to my other one, named Genghis, a Maine Coon who out-weighs her by 20 pounds! Thanks for the lovely pic and sentiment.

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