Angel was a very soft, friendly cat. I got her when she was nine months old from a pound in the Bay Area. She was the one that caught my eye. She was in a cage on the middle row, rubbing against the bars and meowing loudly. She was so sweet and cute. Mom tried to get me to look at more than just one cat but I couldn't leave that little kitten.We bonded immediately and by the time we were out the doors with her, Mom was glad I had insisted to get this little girl. That was in October of 2001; I had her up until June 25th, 2007, a Monday morning. She was only 7 1/2 years old when she was put down.
Angel was my favorite cat out of 4. She was a Tabby and Siamese mix. Wasn't she beautiful? I had so much fun with her. She was so cute and loud and loving. If I, or anyone else, called her name, she always came, meowing proudly. My mom even became attached to her. She was the sweetest cat I've ever had and she was the only cat I ever had that would let you know she was there; she was quite obnoxious but it was terribly endearing.
I moved back to the BA when I was in the middle of my 7th grade year and she made that transition from the Valley to the Bay Area just a little bit easier for me. She was also there when my great aunt Jean, my great grandma, and my grandpa all passed away. She would rub up against me and purr when I held her and cried. She always knew when I was upset and, like my best friends, she tried to comfort me.
I named her Angel because my great aunt Jean loved angels and collected a lot of knick knacks of them. I knew she was about to go so I named my new kitten Angel for her. Angel loved being outdoors and would often look out windows longingly. She loved watching birds and squirrels outside and Mom and I had to laugh as she chittered at them.
I would let her out all of the time in the BA but when I moved to B-town, there was the threat of roaming dogs, wild cougars, and hawks, so she became an indoor kitty. I would let her out on occasion but I was always with her, walking her around the garage and in the front yard. She loved it. She was always so excited even though she hated the leash I put her in if I let her out for longer than a few minutes.
A couple of times she would dart out the door when Mom, Jackie, and/or I were going into the shop, but she wouldn't run far. She didn't know the area and there was a lot of bushes and trees that she wasn't used to. It was always easy to go after her and pick her up. She'd always protest though. She ran out once at night but came right back in, with her hair on end. Mom says that she most likely saw a fox; we had two little foxes living on our 'court'.
She wasn't overly playful during the day but at night she was crazy! I often was kept awake at night, whether it be a school night or not, to her rambunctious playing. My mom and I would play with her using string or some cheap cat toy from my mom's shoe repair shop and she always had a blast. She had even more fun when my grandma's new husband bought a laser pointer for her. But even if we weren't around, she had fun. My mom and I, on more than one occasion, had walked into the shoe shop to find a dead mouse, spider, or lizard laying on the floor. She always looked so proud. Mom and I saved a few lizards but those were the only survivors; we both killed any surviving spiders.
I didn't think her name would fit her so well. She was truly a little, furry angel. All she ever wanted was attention and love; I often called her my 'attention whore kitty'. She wasn't the prettiest cat I've ever had (that honor goes to my late tabby mix, Binky) but she had the best personality, and that's what really matters in this world and it's what mattered to me. She was my best friend.
She was my baby and when I was told she had passed away, it was like getting that dreaded phone call from someone, telling you that your child had died. Everyone loved her, even my friends who didn't really care for cats.
XOXO
Rest in peace baby. Mommy and everyone miss and love you.