Today was a sad day for our family as we said goodbye to Sepia. I adopted her from Lollipop Farm in Perinton, New York, in March of 1995 when I was just twenty-four and she was just six months — she almost made it to her fifteenth birthday on October 8th. My first sighting of her was her tail sticking out from a litter box. Her name was Fluff, and she had lived in the country with a truck-driving family and a dog — clearly not to her liking! Little did I know she would become a fat, long-haired cat, the likes of which I never wanted, and immediately changing my mind about fat, long-haired cats. She has lived in many apartments in New York, Florida, and Massachusetts (plus one house) … traveled long distances by both car and plane … survived knee surgery AND two kids. She has saved me from many invaders including bugs, mice, and bats. She kept me company when I felt lonely, and even when I didn’t. She loved to lick plastic bags and eat plants … chew magazines and attack toilet paper. She inspired Flora’s first word, “cah,” and Charley’s second, “kit.” She’s been called The Girl, Pizza (from when Flora couldn’t pronounce Sepia), Meepers, Moopers, Boots, LaSepia Johnson, and all variations thereof. But she was best known as the glamorous kitty with a movie-star attitude who turned her nose up at most visitors and saved all her loving for a few special people.
Beautiful memories of a loving pet. My thoughts are with you today.
I am so sad for you. Nelly used to love to lick plastic bags too…. My love is with you!