Years ago Frank and went to the animal shelter with the intentions of adopting a kitten. Once there, they implored us to take 2 due to extreme over crowding. We headed into the cat room and began to walk down the aisle looking from cage to cage. One little black and white kitten jumped to the front of a cage and attempted to climb the little bars. For those old enough to remember the movie Gremlins, she looked just like one of the little monsters with giant ears and eyes the size of silver dollars. She picked me! I pointed her out and went along and did choose a second cat. They were both a little sick so we were send home with meds and told to follow-up with a Vet.
Once home, we realized the adorable black and white baby was younger than we thought not even able to feed herself. I found myself bottle feeding her sitting on the kitchen counter. We named her Lexi. I guess it was a test run at children. Throughout the years we had other animals that came and went. A dog who we had to give away after he tried to bite Meg, my mother’s cat that we took in after she passed. She went a bit crazy when I was pregnant with Megan so she too had to leave the family.
When the girls were younger we added Holly, our beautiful black lab who wanted nothing more than to play with our now aging kitty. Lexi would sit on a chair just high enough to smack the dog in the face, she did not share the urge to play. Eventually Lexi moved herself to the basement no longer climbing the steps, and interestingly the dog never went down. It was always as if they had made an arrangement on living space, often staring at each other at the stairs.
Over the years no matter the changes to our household, Lexi was a constant, @18 years old. She moved a little slower and screamed a bit louder and maybe did not hear as much as she once did but she was our girl.
This morning we said goodbye to Lexi, finding her peaceful in a corner after she did not come to eat. She will be missed.