It’s been well over a month since our cat Kumquat passed away, but I still miss her terribly. She was 14 years old. I’d had her for 1/3 of my life. She shaped it, albeit in small ways, but so many and for so long that her absence is dramatic. She’d been with me through more moves, roommates, and relationships than I feel like counting.
She had the coolest eyes ever. They were orange and green at the same time.
She loved playing in the tub. She liked to be chased around, and she would inevitably hide in the tub and her eyes would get huge.
She was very charming, almost everyone who met her liked her. She used to leap to meet someone’s hand if they bent down to pet her. She would snuggle with most people right away.
She loved to curl up next to me, or on me. Almost every single night, she would either sleep in my armpit or directly on top of my head. Nothing made me happier than to be cuddling with her.
After we moved in with Joe, he and I started taking her on walks. We live in a neighborhood with a lot of traffic, so we’d take her out on a leash. She got used to it fast, and our neighbors got a big kick out of seeing her.
After awhile, we realized we didn’t need the leash so much anymore. She didn’t seem to like going too far without us. Except to chase squirrels.
Unlike most cats, who are pretty independent, she didn’t like being without us. We even took her to Vermont with us. She liked the change of pace and seemed quite happy in the hotel room.
But she was old, and sick. The vet did her best, but, her body began to reject the only medication that helped her. She just seemed like she was done. This is the last picture I took of her, a week before we put her to sleep. She got to eat a lot of tuna fish and whatever she wanted—including exploring the forbidden basement—in her final days.
If there is an afterlife, I hope she is spending it chasing squirrels into tubs.
Earlier this week I was sad to see DC Comics announce that Birds of Prey has been cancelled. While the most recent run was not my favorite, the title will always hold a place in my heart as being a trailblazer when it came to teaming up women in superhero comics. But my sadness was mitigated a bit by the long awaited arrival of the original graphic novel Black Canary and Zatanna: Bloodspell by Paul Dini and Joe Quinones which DC Comics sent me a copy of this week.