RIP Ms. Sara James 1989 - 2008

When Stevie was 5 years old, a friend from work gave me this beautiful male Calico kitten. (Male Calico, hmmmm, very rare.) Stevie named her, (yep her) James. James loved Stevie, but she (yep she) loved the night life and cattin around even more.

James took a walk on the wild side and he became a she. The male impersonating hoe was now Ms Sara James. In no time she was pumped up higher than a nickle balloon!!!!

Pregnant, over and over and over again. Each time we took her to the vet to get "fixed" she was already heavy with kitten. Even with an extremely active night life Ms. Sara James was a goooood mama. She loved her kitties, she fed them, she groomed them, she coddled them and she played with them. But when the street lights went on she was gone. And boom she was preggers again.

We finally got her "fixed" but kept her last three kittens. Black Cat2, and Bert and Ernie. Black Cat 2 was really tiny and somewhat touched in the head, she just wasn't right! Ernie turned out to be a huge tom cat. He grew way bigger than Ms Sara James. But he still nursed!!! Yep, he'd spend a night on the town with his female companions then come home and nurse on his mama. We have pictures of this. They're hilarious, Ernie is twice as big as Ms Sara James and he's hangin on with two paws, just a suckin as hard as he can. Bert and Ernie ran off together and Black Cat 2 died, so we got a rabbit.

We named him Roger. It was love at first sight. On Sunday after church we put Ms Sara James in Roger rabbit's cage. She groomed him from head to toe. Holding him down, biting his ears if Roger didn't cooperate. Roger didn't mind he loved Ms Sara James and Ms Sara James loved him.

BUT, she loved Stevie even more. She would not leave Stevie alone. If he was watching tv, should would climb to the top of the piano, jump down on Stevie's head and knead bread. (You know how cats do that, they get their claws into something and proceed to knead it, like gramma did when making bread.) The harder Stevie laughed the more she kneaded. She followed him around while he was playing. She'd hide around the corner and jump out at him. She watched and waited until he had made a huge airplane, then jumped on it and scattered Leggo's all over the room.

When he went to the bathroom she waited for her turn outside the door. Yep, she did her duty in the toilet. If the door was shut, she just sat patiently waiting. We never could have one of those nice padded seat covers, Ms Sara would tear them up trying to bury her "duty".

Ms Sara James slept with Stevie, on his butt. If he moved she would bite him. When the alarm clock went off Ms Sara would bite Stevie on the nose, little nibbles until he was awake.

When she got old she went deaf. I didn't know this until I ran her over with my car. OOOPS!!!!

Ms Sara hung out in the driveway. She liked to terrorize the Blue jays. They had nests in the tree over the garage. Ms Sara would climb up the tree and knock the nests, baby birds and all to the ground. She always had bloody knots on her head from the Blue jays pecking her.

Anyway, Ms Sara spent a lot of time in the driveway. When we drove up we would honk and she'd get out of the way, sometimes. It was always a hassle! Sometimes she'd move, sometimes she'd give us the "wait a minute I"m busy look".

I found out she had gone deaf the day she didn't move. I heard this clunk, clunk, thud, meeeeoooow, and thought oh crap I just squashed Ms Sara. Almost, but not quite. She got caught on the front fender, was dragged a little, and had the fur stripped off her back. The vet gave her a shot and a prescription. I brought her home and put her on a blanket. But she insisted on sleeping on Stevie's bed, by now he had his own apartment. So each morning I fed her and gave her the meds. Soon as I opened the bedroom door she would start growling. She stayed mad at me for weeks. Eventually she healed, the fur never did grow back, but when she saw my car coming she moved!!!! No more of that "wait I'm busy" look!!!

When she got old, she got senile, cathimers. She'd get lost and the neighbors would bring her home.

She had always been bad, a fighter and friskey. Old age didn't change that, but she just couldn't remember! She'd chase the wild cats out of the yard, but soon as they dissapeared over the back fence she'd get this confused look on her face like she couldn't remember why she was running. So she'd go lay down on a lawn chair until next time.

She'd climb the tree over the garage, knock down the bird nest, then just look at it kind of confused like she was thinking, "why would the birds make a nest on the driveway?" She'd contemplate this for awhile then go lay on the lawn chair until next time.

She died when Stevie was 24.

I had been keeping her in the house because she had been chasing the armadillos. She would not have had a chance if she would have caught one of them.

So one morning I found her asleep peacefully and forever on Stevie's bed.

RIP Ms Sara James
The angels are going to love playing with you.