A year and a half ago I posted that our cat had passed away. Her name was Kitty P - long story how that name came to be. Started as Kitty when I got her, changed to Poofi shortly after Kitty (an old boyfriend gave her that name, had to change that one after a while!), shortened it to 'P' and then it became Kitty P (full circle!) when the boys were born. It was a sad time in our house back then when she died; I'd had her since well before I met Nick. She was 17 years old when she died. She had never not been around while the boys were growing up.
She was a rescued cat, born to a feral mom. She was an extremely feral kitten as a result and never really grew out of it. She was great with me, ok with Nick, but never really warmed up to the boys. As a result, we 'had' a cat, but the boys never really had a pet. Not one that they could play with and pet and love - the kind of stuff you can do with a pet. (All you cat haters dog lovers out there, I know what you're thinking - a cat is never a 'pet' right?! ;)
When she died, we were all upset, but Sam and I took the brunt of it. Sam asked Nick to cut some of her hair and put it in a baggy so he could keep it. Every time Sam saw the baggy, he would cry. And every time I saw Sam crying, holding the baggy, I would cry.
A few months after she died, Sam started wanting another pet. Any pet, really. But I think he knew his best bet was to jockey for another cat. I held him off for a long time, I wasn't ready. And then it just got to be easy not having to worry about a pet.
(and now you can guess where this is heading...)
When I was at Inspiration Unlimited a few 2 weeks ago, I got a text from Nick. With a photo. Of a cat. A cat that was headed our way.
So here she is, meet Que. AKA Queba (Cuba), Qbaroo (like Subaru), Kitty Q and anything else that strikes Sam's fancy.
She is the sweetest thing. She was abandoned near my sister in law's house in a big field. Guess the people that had her thought she could fend for herself in a big field and survive, eating the field mice. In the cold. Whatever people, your loss is our gain.
Sam dotes on her. He carries her all over the house and she lets him. He feeds her, scoops her litter box, she sleeps with him, he brushes her. She comes running to see him as soon as we walk in the door.
What do you know, it's like having a real pet.
Que.
It's an odd name, no?
Sam gets the credit for that. When he started talking about getting another cat way, way back when, he said he knew the perfect name for a cat if and when we got another one. Que. He thought Que would be fitting because Q comes after the letter P in the alphabet.
Pretty smart for a 7 year old (back then).
The strangest thing happened a few days after we got her. It was 8:30 at night, pitch dark out and Sam and I were coming home from running and errand. We were driving through a neighborhood not too far from ours. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and slowed down and then stopped. Stopped in the middle of the road. It was a cat. Sitting on a ledge. And the cat looked exactly like Kitty P, right down to the size, the exact coloring, the brilliant blue eyes, everything. Up until that point I had only seen 1 other cat that looked like her in the 17 years that I had her.
It was the weirdest thing. I've always said I believe that everything happens for a reason. I've also always said that I don't believe in coincidences....
Call it what you will, but to me that was no coincidence.
Anyway, all is good in the Koncar household these days with the newest member of our clan!
