For my sweet girl, Katrina.
Katrina was with me for half of my life. I knew from the moment I saw her at my local SPCA, the only surviving cat of her litter, that she was meant for me. She had no name, and with my love for fairytale characters, I gave her the name Katrina Thumbalina, her small stature and daintiness worthy of that surname. She never learned a proper meow. She had the most unique and adorable squeak that brought a smile to your face every time you heard it. She was born with adult sized bat-like ears that took some growing into and made her look even smaller than she was. She was my whole heart. I had her for 15 years. When we lost her adopted brother, Merlin, who was with me for 16 years and for all of her 13 years at that point, we had each other to get through it. As I suffered health struggles and eventual organ transplants, she was right there with me, offering endless support and unconditional love. She was my true love and soul kitty. My Chicken Head and my Teeny Beeb. Her spot in bed feels achingly empty, but I am comforted when I remember the feeling of her pressed beside me.
-Matison D.