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Goodbye Tatsuko.

My frail and charming old kitty, Tatsuko, has finally passed. For the past few years, Kij has had custody of her first in Seattle and then in Raleigh. I am grateful for the time I got to live with her, and grateful that Kij and several friends took such nice care of her after she moved.

We got her in the late summer of 1995. At the time, Kij's ex Bob was working in an emergency vet clinic in Oregon, and she had been run over by a truck. This encounter left her with a skewed pelvis and various other health issues, plus a hatred of change. Just moving across the hall to a brighter apartment (she was about a year old) made her panic - I remember her running back into the old (now empty) apartment and howling even louder to discover that even her old home looked different now. When we first brought her home, she lived under the covers for weeks, maybe even months, venturing out only when no one could see her for food, water, and the litter box.

Here she is in Seattle in 2001 - even then not a young kitty, but with the softest bunny-fur I have ever touched:

Eventually she grew braver and ferocious. She loved to wrestle, and for those of you who've raised kittens, you know this is code for "tear the skin of her humans." I learned to wear gloves when playing with her, and she learned that gloves = "I get to really attack!" She had asthma, though, so eventually she'd get to wheezing and gasping, so I'd leave her alone for a while until she settled down. This was especially fun when she was a little older: Her favorite toy became a dressage whip, which she'd chase for hourse if I'd let her, except for that she'd collapse from lack of oxygen at some point. Heck, sometimes she'd purr so profoundly that she would end up gasping for breath between each purr.

Oh, that kitty! What a joy she was. EDIT: Don Glover (corwynofamber) posted several charming videos in his response, below. Here's one I thought I'd share, in which you can hear some of the aforementioned purring:

Tatsuko was simple at heart. She didn't have complicated feelings; in fact, even those not particularly good with animals could pretty much read her thoughts, which consisted mostly of "Pet me," "Play with me," "Feed me," and "Ooh, that looks tasty," the last usually in reference to rodents. She was never demanding except of play when she was very young; as an older kitty, she was patient with other animals, letting them eat and drink first, and seemingly okay with waiting for attention. She loved the heat, going so far as to lie in the sun upstairs during the Kansas summer, as in this shot:

I have fond memories of laughing myself silly watching her climb the walls in our old apartment after we finally gave up trying to discourage her. She literally clawed her way up the drywall to above head-level. Drywall can be repaired (and I did repair it later), but that was priceless. Later I realized she just needed an alternative, so I screwed a big carpet sample to the wall for her to use. She loved that, leaping up and sideways whenever I stood in the hallway near her "climbing wall," trusting that I would support her weight as she scrambled side-to-side. She loved to use her body, and watching her do so provided great joy - perhaps especially since that body was so damaged. Never have I lived with an animal who actually asked for her daily prednisone pill, because she knew she'd be rewarded with her kitty treat (chicken-flavored laxatone)... which also served as anti-hairball medicine. Win-win.

One of her paws at each end was butterscotch-colored, and she'd attack it mercilessly. I suspect she enjoyed the humans' reaction to this behavior, as she'd kick and bite almost abstractedly, watching us laugh. Or maybe she was just confused as to why we were behaving this way. Here she is on one of her favorite pillows, ready to attack:

In her novel, Fudoki, Kij used Tatsuko as the basis for the protagonist, and this is perhaps even more true with the story, "The Cat Who Walked a Thousand Miles." (The art even looks a little like her.)

Here is what Kij wrote today about Tatsuko. The photo below is from about five years ago, when she was watching some mice playing in their cage:

"When I wrote Fudoki, it was Tatsuko I wrote about: 'Her fur was at first a blurred darkness. As she grew it changed to black flecked with gold and cinnamon and ivory, like the tortoiseshell of a hair ornament. Her eyes when they opened were gold, like a fox’s. She was small but fierce: in no way but size a runt, for she lacked the gentle resignation of the weak.' She had a butterscotch chin and three of her feet (but not the fourth) had butterscotch toes. She never weighed more than seven pounds. She had a chronic respiratory infection and a damaged pelvis from when she had been hit by a truck as a baby. She had the loudest purr I have ever heard.

"She was a dragon-baby at first – small but fierce, indeed. She scrambled five and six feet up the bedroom walls, using her claws the way an ice climber uses her axe and crampons. When we left that first apartment, Chris had to fill hundreds and hundreds of tiny, claw-shaped holes. She also liked Monster Atomic Cat and Devil Paw, but as she aged she settled down and became a mannerly little dowager, bird-boned, pleasant and elegant.

"I travel a lot and lots of people took care of her in Seattle and then in Raleigh: Nisi, Don and Vicky, Lorelei, Peter, Shelly, Kessel, Lew, Caroline, Eric, and so many others I can’t recall at the moment. She loved big hands and low voices. She also loved the water from canned tuna, roasted chicken, salsa, sleeping under the covers, sleeping on my head, sleeping on the couch, sleeping in the second bedroom, sleeping sleeping sleeping. Except for the salsa, she was a very traditional little cat."

I got to see Tatsuko a few times via Skype since she went to live with Kij - including yesterday - which was so nice. Her purr was still so loud as to rumble the speakers on my computer, even the day before she died. She was so sweet and her affection so important to me during the rough years when last she lived with me, as I'm sure was true for Kij, as well.

I don't really have the heart to write any more about my sweet kitty right now.

Goodbye, Tatsuko. I love you.




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Jan. 12th, 2012 03:12 am (UTC)
Oh, I am so sorry she's gone, but it sounds like you gave her a wonderful life. May those lovely memories be some comfort.
Jan. 12th, 2012 03:20 am (UTC)
Thank you, and they really do.
Jan. 12th, 2012 03:13 am (UTC)
She was lovely and awesome. I shall miss her dearly.
Jan. 12th, 2012 03:20 am (UTC)
She was! And she thought you were awesome.
Jan. 12th, 2012 03:23 am (UTC)
What a beautiful kitty. I'm so sorry you lost her.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:19 am (UTC)
I thought she was, and thank you.
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Jan. 12th, 2012 04:29 am (UTC)
Re: I was sad to hear of her passing
Thank you for all the video remembrances! I'd almost forgotten how insistent she could get with the requests for scritches. But beware of rubbing her belly.

And the shedding! My goodness, I remember how much she loved her metal-wire brush... I could brush her for an hour and remove what appeared to be a complete cat from her pelt, and STILL she wanted more.

You were such a good kitty-sitter. Thank you.
Jan. 12th, 2012 03:46 am (UTC)

I'm very sorry to hear of your sadness, Chris.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:29 am (UTC)
Thank you, Rae.
Jan. 12th, 2012 03:50 am (UTC)
I'm sorry.

Jan. 12th, 2012 04:30 am (UTC)
Thank you, H.
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Jan. 12th, 2012 04:31 am (UTC)
I appreciate the kind words.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:17 am (UTC)
I love that piratical squint as she regards her paws, contemplating an attack--I swear I can hear her saying "Yarrr, mateys; the paws are on the move!"
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:31 am (UTC)
I know! She had a vivid imagination for combat situations.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:41 am (UTC)
Oh honey, I'm so sorry
that will hurt forever, but my heart says we'll all meet the ones we love at the Rainbow Bridge, later.

Love and hugs and sympathy across the e-ways. She was a beautiful girl.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:46 am (UTC)
Re: Oh honey, I'm so sorry
Thank you! *smiles*
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:53 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry for your loss. I enjoyed reading every word about her. Thanks for sharing your words and the lovely pictures.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you, and I'm glad you enjoyed her little obit.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:54 am (UTC)
Sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. She sounds like an amazing cat!
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you. She really was - though I'm sure every kitty-dad everywhere feels their kitty is the greatest.
Jan. 12th, 2012 05:00 am (UTC)
My sympathies to you, Kij, and everyone else who knew her.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
Jan. 12th, 2012 05:13 am (UTC)
She looks like a lovely kitty. Tortoiseshells are special. You and she were blessed to have each other.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you for your kind words. I've never lived with a tortie before, so she was special in a lot of ways.
Jan. 12th, 2012 05:16 am (UTC)
What a mighty little kitty! I'm so sorry to hear of her passing, and glad you got to see her yesterday.
Jan. 12th, 2012 02:59 pm (UTC)
"Mighty Little Kitty" is a perfect descriptor.
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Jan. 12th, 2012 05:20 am (UTC)
My condolences. She sounds like a wonderful friend. And looks a lot like our new one, Ripley.
Jan. 12th, 2012 04:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you. She was a wonderful friend indeed. Hooray for torties!
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