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There Was A Cat

November 23rd, 2014 by Magdalena Tabor

There was a cat named Snowshoe. Oh! He was the cutest thing. Ten months old and “loves people more than food” she said. L J was right. And he loved food. A lot. You can just snowshoeimagine his devotion to humans.
Anyone who spent just ten seconds with him immediately liked him. Even if they didn’t like cats. “This is a cat?” they’d say. “You sure he’s not a dog?” Most cats run when they hear the doorbell ring. Hiding in the far reaches of a closet or under a bed. Not Snowshoe. He came running to answer the door….”Who’s that? Are you friend or foe? Never mind, we can change all that.”
He always had to be in the midst of things. (What’s that you’re doing?) Putting on make up at the bathroom sink. (You don’t need that stuff if it’s not food.) In the shower. (Can I join you?) Yes. Snowshoe was a cat who loved water. A cat in the shower. Who ever heard of such a thing? What pleasure to be found in a dripping faucet! He’d come out of the bathroom with his spiked hair-do. Never needed gel. It dried that way just fine.
Snowshoe was a Snowshoe Siamese breed. Rather rare. A recognized breed created by mixing a Siamese with a domestic cat having white markings on the chest, muzzle and feet. The perfectly marked ones share unilateral whites on either side of the muzzle and/or chin. Showshoe, however, was adorably flawed with one small white mark on one part of his muzzle. A spot of milk, we used to say.
We got him from a rescue shelter. They found him hanging out with some German Shepherds. Could explain his dog traits.
What to name him? Why, Snowshoe of course.
Snowshoe, the Singular.
Snowshoe, the One and Only.
Snowshoe, the Best Cat Ever.
Don’t get me wrong. There were plenty of times I scolded him for getting under foot. (I’m sorry for that, Snowshoe. I have my flaws too.) But even now, I find myself watching my step at the kitchen sink. And wishing he was there to trip me up. (What I wouldn’t give to yell at you now.)
We could fill a volume with his teddy bear qualities. This is just a small hug. You know that feeling when you’ve lost something cherished? And you just can’t get another? That, my friend, was Snowshoe.

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3 Responses to “There Was A Cat”

  1. Susan Says:

    Snowshoe was indeed a special cat (at least he was by species, but that’s probably it). I had the great fortune of meeting him and he was Mr. Personality. Sweet, affectionate and always wanting to join in on the conversation. I was saddened to hear of his passing. Michael and Magdalena were pur-fect pet parents. They were kind to reach out to adopt him and they gave him love and the best home environment anyone on 4 feet could hope for. God Bless Snowshoe, and for their love and consideration, God Bless Michael and Magdalena. My thoughts are with you.

  2. magdalena Says:

    Thank you, Susan, for your friendship, throughout these many years. Snowshoe was very special and touched everyone who ever chanced to meet him. He is sorely missed.

  3. Susan Says:

    Let me correct my comment. When I said “special cat (by species), I meant Snowshoe was the most special cat of all cats I have known……………..seriously! He had the most human qualities of any cat and by that I mean only the best qualities in humans (loving, sweet, smart, funny, inquisitive, amiable). He was my all time favorite. Rest in Peace sweet Snowshoe.

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