This past Monday, July 17th, 2017 we lost our baby girl. We are still in mourning for Mimi our little Persian cat. I wanted to use this post to remember her and show off how beautiful and important she has been to our lives. Our stunning girl came all the way from a breeder in Georgia. When my now husband and I decided to move in together, we want a pet to make us have a proper home.
The first attempt was a beautiful Siamese, we called Wasabi. Sadly, when looking in my book on Cats I only grazed over the mention that these cats are TALKERS. We did not understand that meant meowing CONSTANTLY at us. She slept while we were at work and spent the rest of the time happily yelling at us. We could not sleep and the neighbors were furious as our walls were rather thin. In a week we knew it would not work out. She needed someone who shared her schedule of sleeping during the day and talking all night long. So we returned her to the breeder who thankfully was very understanding. As this seems to happen often with Siamese kitties. They are fiercely loyal and loving, but they are also loud and non-stop talkers.
At first, I wanted to go with the Persian cat breeder I used when I bought Shazdeh. But he was very expensive and we didn’t have tons of money. Shazdeh still is going strong and living with my dad, who stole him from me immediately. Then we found Mimi for only $400 and took the trip up to Georgia where my mother lives to get her.
The breeder brought her out with her sister. They gave Mimi to me and Stephen held her sister. I instantly knew Mimi was a little larger and therefore in my mind sturdier. I stayed with my choice. It was always Mimi. Always the lady, Mimi was true to Persian cats and very soft spoken. She wasn’t fussy or demanding. Well worth the trip, well worth everything. Always clean and sparkling looking, Mimi fancied up our home and lives. She was a favorite of my social media and made many appearances on my blog posts. Even going as far as to pen her own post, which you may read here.Brands went nuts for appearances by her with their products. Even products you KNOW she could never use, she was a bad ass at promoting. During my pregnancy, there was something very wrong with me. I knew it and SHE knew it. Mimi spent 9 months on my tummy purring healing purrs. I was bed-ridden, but I was never alone. Once the baby came along, she was not a happy kitty. But she knew to keep baby safe even at her own expense. Which she did. Going as far as to sacrificing her own life to never harm the baby.
True story, but once, with my back on baby girl, she cornered Mimi. Ripping the fur right off her joyfully. She was a tiny baby and didn’t know any better. But Mimi simply curled up into a ball awaiting certain doom. I didn’t hear a sound from her. But then the moment was over and I rushed to save her. She was fine. She did not dare defend herself or harm the baby. That’s just what kind of cat she was.
We kept her as safe and spoiled as possible. She never had a flea or bug on her body. She never had any skin issues. She also never touched dirt (her choice). She was a pampered indoor kitty. She detested the loudness of the outdoors. Traffic, wind, planes, etc. She liked her home and her family.
She made everywhere we lived a home.
Now that she is gone nothing feels right. There is no one lovingly staring at me from afar as I type this, but I still feel her eyes. There is no one yelling at me to keep all the doors inside open for her, but I can’t help leave them open. Just in case.
Thank you for your life baby girl. It was a short 8 years, but it was beautiful.