Saturday, June 5, 2010
Kermit Finn: June 1991 - June 2010
He was born to a feral cat in my back yard before I was married. I took him and his siblings in; he competed for attention for many years, though he outlasted them all.
He enjoyed a successful career as a Master Mouser, but retired when he learned he had kidney failure about six years ago. Not content to relax and enjoy his retirement, he took part-time employment doing security detail against intruders, with equal success, in our back yard on summer nights.
To look at his rather thick chart at the vet’s office, one could see he had the best vet team (Knapp Veterinary Hospital) in the world. He had better healthcare than my husband and I enjoy, we would joke. We applaud all of the doctors he saw there for contributing to his long and happy life.
We often had to board him during the holidays when we had to travel. He was something of a celebrity at the veterinary hospital, wooing male and female doctors and receptionists alike. The first time we dropped him off, Kermit was greeted warmly by all the vet techs. But we learned how talkative he could be when we picked him up days later. The young woman at the front desk would call into the loud speaker, “Kermit Finn for pick-up please.” with an urgency that suggested they’d heard enough of his stories. Once in the car, he would croak rather than meow, indicating that he’d exhausted his vocal chords.
But Kermit lowered the blood-pressure of everyone he met by simply walking into the room. He was my blogging buddy, sitting on my lap through every post. He used to wake me up every morning by gently pulling at my eyelids, which I will miss.
He was simply the sweetest cat ever, and we loved him.