Spookie from Havana
Spookie was born to a feral mom in 2012. The other kittens from the litter were caught and found homes.
I called her Spookie for two reasons. First, she was an orange and black Halloween colored cat. Second, because she was always spooked. Spookie had pretty, long hair and a white fluffy bib under her neck.
I caught her in the Spring of 2014, she was already grown. She was spayed and the required vaccinations given, which was the only time in her short life that she was close to humans.
She was found dead in the front yard two weeks ago. Something must have chased her in the street and she was hit by a car.
Spookie was only three years old, too young to have used all of her nine lives. She didn't have enough time to learn to trust me. She would not eat until I went inside the house.
Spookie never felt the loving touch of a kind hand. I don't know if she would have ever learned to trust.
I can't believe how much I miss that cat. I miss seeing her on the front porch, hiding behind the potted plants, waiting for her dish to be filled and following the other cat, Flick around the yard.
Flick was the only one of my other four cats that she befriended. I know he must miss her too.