Pictures of Kitten

Kitten died this weekend, quite unexpectedly. This is my memorial to her:

When we were mad at her we would call her "Kitten", as it rhymed with "mitten". But when we loved her (which was always), we would call her kit-TAHn, with the emphasis on the second syllable, with a French accent.

At the time that we found her, we had about five other cats, so I insisted that we not name her so that we could give her away easier. I was sure that somebody would claim her since we found her with a spiked collar (which looked expensive). She was young and small so we called her Kitten.

But despite our posters and calls to the pound, nobody ever claimed her. And somehow over time, we neglected to get rid of her, probably since she was so fun and cute. And we never renamed her.

She reminded me of a Dennis the Menace. She liked to dive-bomb the other cats. It kept them on their toes.

I can totally see her with a slingshot in her pocket.

She is so photogenic. Here she is playing on the tree in our old sunroom.

Here's a picture of Fielding Mellish loving on Kitten. Fielding was the only cats with a thick enough skin to not let Kitten terrorize him.

Oh, now Fielding is embarrassed that he was caught loving Kitten.

I was trying to take a picture of the green fruit juice that I had, and Kitten wanted to be in the picture. Anytime I broke out the camera, Kitten was there. She was a camera hog.

Kitten is wondering why I left the window open, along with Fielding and Sage. Here's a picture of them through a window screen.

This is the last picture I took of her. She's looking up at Heaven. She's in heaven now, along with Kurt Vonnegut and Isaac Asimov.