In Memory of Watson
Our elderly cat, Watson, lost the last of her 9 lives Saturday morning. She will be greatly missed for a long time to come.
She was rescued from a blackberry bush when just a kitten and immediately became the Empress of the family. She found nearly everyone annoying except a select chosen few, readily dispensing disapproving hisses to anyone uninvited into her domain. Dubbed "the demon cat" early on by our son-in-law, Watson was described by our daughter: "She was ornery, beautiful, soft, loyal to the very few she loved, unpredictable, vindictive, tiny and tons of fun. She's become part of the history of the family. I think everyone had some sort of run-in with her though we were all secretly delighted by her naughtiness."
Watson (so named before her gender was correctly determined) was a cantankerous, opinionated, quixotic, inquisitive, vocal, bossy, playful, tuxedo old lady with a comical pouf of a tail that looked like a startled dust broom. Though we miss her so much and will even more so in the coming days as our lives adjust to her being gone, she left us with almost 2 decades of memories that will help ease her absence (and perhaps will also preclude her being replaced anytime soon...just kidding Watson...we loved you...truly we did).
Thank you, dear old girl, for adding your story to our lives.