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Topic: The Family Pet (05/15/08)
TITLE: Cinnamon, Princess Among Cats
By Pamela Kliewer
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The anguished cry comes from somewhere deep inside of me. Our beloved cat, Cinnamon, convulses on the driveway in front of our car and then lays still. A little piece of my heart leaves with her that day.
After more than fifteen years, tears still fill my eyes when I think of how she died. We had been leaving to go somewhere. As we backed out of the driveway we felt a thud… Cinnamon… ever loving, had maybe come to ‘see us off’ or maybe she was sleeping under the car. We will never know…
Cinnamon came to our family when I was still living at home with my parents and just beginning to date my husband. What a gorgeous cat she was, even as a kitten. Shorthaired, she had a taupe colored head and back, with a white scruff, belly and paws. Gray ears melded into an almost raccoon looking mask over her eyes, the rest of her face a pure white. Cinnamon was a Manx with nothing but a small stub of a tail to grace her hind end, which left her looking nothing like the brother who accompanied her. Craig was a longhaired tabby. A boy through and through.
Cupping my hand, I put it near Cinnamon’s nose and she pushes her whole head through, relishing the feel. Drool slips out the side of her mouth, but somehow, it’s okay.
About five years after we married and three years after our daughter was born, my parents moved to California from Oregon and we, moving into their house, inherited the cats. Craig was adopted by some friends of ours, but Cinnamon we kept as our own.
Loving may seem to be a strange word to describe a cat, but that’s exactly what Cinnamon was. She was as devoted to us as we were to her. Almost every time we came home from being gone there she was, greeting us with a purr as we emerged from the car. She would then walk with us up the driveway and into the house.
A real people cat, Cinnamon treasured being petted and paid attention to. Maybe I’m attributing too much of a human characteristic to her, but how can I not? I cherished her.
The day and way she died will forever remain etched in my memory as a tragic day.
After she died, we had six more cats over a four-year period – Fluffy, who bore two kittens: Keemie and Sachet. Then there were Callie, Squeaky and Tasha. No cat was ever able to take the place of our unique Cinnamon, for no cat on earth was or ever will be her equal. She was, and will always remain in my heart, a princess among cats.
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