
Home was a little more quiet this weekend, but that wasn't a good thing. As soon as I stepped in the door Mommy told me the bad news. My youngest cat Libby died. The news was extremely hard to take. She was only 11. If you know me at all you know my cats are very important to me. Libby was a little different from my other two cats. Ray clings to my Mom, Jamie is very social and likes to mingle with everyone, but Libby really only liked me. I called her my sidekick and shadow because she
never left my side.
Libby had a lot of little quirks besides being my shadow. She was very skittish. We called her a squirrel cat. She was also
very talkative. When I would call Mom at home I could always hear

her in the background. Mom put her on the phone so we could talk many a times. It's kinda weird I know, but I think she knew it was me, and I missed hearing her meow. She also loved to just sprawl out on a chair arm or back... she looked like a flying squirrel when she did that. One of her favorite things to do was tip over glasses and then run away...no glass was safe around her. Also, if you weren't giving her enough attention it didn't matter. As long as your hand was around she would rub her head on it and pet herself. Libby had her own little way of "blessing" me when I sneezed. She would make this cute little noise, something in between a purr and a meow, every time I sneezed, and she only did it for me, no one else. Throughout the years I tried to trick her out many times with a fake sneeze, but she never fell for it.
Libby
loved to impress me. She did this weird thing that Mom calls a "hunting mode." She would bring me articles of clothing and drop them off in front of

me or in my room. I wrote an entry about that back in 2005, you can read it
here. She made this awful meowing noise and she looked so darn proud when she brought the things for me. Last time I was home I got a black sock in my room.
I think she was a very smart cat. Every time I came home it would take at least an hour for her to come around to me. With her being my sidekick you'd think she'd be all over me as soon as I stepped in the door, right? Wrong. She was mad at me for leaving her for so long. Once she did come out of hiding, I heard nothing but complaining from her, I would even have to chase her around for a bit before she would warm up to me again. After that, it was like I never left. Then Sunday afternoons she would disappear again. I say it's because she knew I was leaving and was mad at me again. For that reason I didn't get to say goodbye to her last time I was home. However, when I came home that time she did greet me at the door, which was really strange.

Home this weekend was just not the same without her there. I know some of you probably are thinking I'm crazy for being so upset about this, but she was more than just a pet to me, as are my other two cats. Growing up it was just Mom and I at home. I've had Ray since I was 5, Jamie since I was 6, and Libby since I was 10. Needless to say, the cats were (and still are) a part of the family. Libby went to bed with me every night, and woke me up every morning. She did annoy me a lot, but she only wanted to be petted and loved. In the

back of my mind I always told myself not to get annoyed by her because one day, like today, I would regret it. This is my first experience with someone or something close to me dying, so I'm taking it pretty hard. She didn't show any big signs of pain before she passed. Mom said she was coming around more than she usually does and maybe even meowing a little more, but she didn't sound like she was in pain. I had been thinking she was getting thinner and even thought I felt a bump on her hind leg, but I never thought anything of it and just figured I was imagining things.
Libby truly was a special cat. I've never heard of or seen a cat that loved her owner as much as Libby loved me.
Mommy misses you, Libby Lou.
