Sierra

Way way way back in September, 1990 I went to the SPCA and got a kitten. This was the first time in my life that this kitten was mine, not shared by the family. A little calico I named a few days later after the Sierra club.

Sierra was never overly curious, she played a bit but for the most part was (and is) a mellow cat. She would jump at butterflies or other flying insects but never caught anything. When she was about 7, she tried to convince me by yowling at the front door and indicating a dead rodent at her feet. It was too bad that I had seen that dead rodent eariler in the evening. She had merely found it and was trying to take credit.

I realize she is getting old, almost 16 at this point and has serious problems jumping up on the bed , it takes a few leaps and pulling to get there. She hates anywhere but her head getting pet and when she bites there is an attempt to pierce the bone. She has arthritis in her leg and limps but doesn’t seem to be in pain. But for a elderly cat I would say she is doing pretty good. She accepted the new cat somewhat, but I think a new kitten running around has actually given her more spring to her step. If just to bat the kitten away.

Anyway, one thing Sierra has been doing more often, like 2 times a night is to bring this stuffed fish to me, This awful yowling echo’s through the house and she limps to me with a fish in her mouth. I thank her, take the fish and give her a pat. She seems satisfied and takes a nap.