Pakhit

Bellevue, Washington

Keeter

My name is Pakhit (though everybody calls me Keeter) and I was born in May of 1990, right about when my soon-to-be mommy was having a rough time, so I decided to rescue her. She was in a bad marriage-some humans aren't very nice to each other and she was getting hit and yelled at. At that time she had two kitties, Circe, and Meerclar (who was in her first life at that time). When Mommy finally got up her courage to leave the mean human she was with, she decided that she had room for another kitty. So she told her friends to keep their eyes open.

Well, my cat-mom was a show cat, but the humans who she lived with decided I wasn’t pretty enough to be a show kitty. So they put me up for adoption. One of mommy's friends who was attending the cat show saw me, and she knew right then that I was supposed to be with mommy Yasmine. So she bought me and took me home.

It was about two weeks before mommy Yasmine could get a ride to come fetch me, but Mommy already knew what my name should be and told her friend, who started calling me Pakhit-after an Egyptian cat goddess.

When Mommy showed up, I knew right then that she had come to take me home, and that she needed me more than anybody else in the world. I crawled into her lap and bit her glasses, to let her know that I wanted to be with her. She told me that my mom-cat’s humans were wrong, that I was as pretty as any show cat and that I shouldn’t ever think anything else. I got down off her lap, walked over into the kitty carrier that she'd brought and curled up and went to sleep, to wait for the long ride home.

Mommy let me sleep on her pillow with her, and I would purr songs into her ears and she’d have dreams about me being different kitties in different lives. She called them my Purr-Songs, and even today, I sleep on her pillow and purr. And when she has bad dreams, I wake her up by pawing her face, or sometimes, I go into her dreams and get real big and ferocious to scare off whatever is attacking her.

A couple years after I rescued Mommy, Meerclar the Russian Blue went over the Bridge to the Lady Bast. She was getting old and tired. I missed her a lot because both she and Circe were very good to me when Mommy brought me home. And Circe vanished the same week, and we know that she went over the Bridge to Lady Bast, too. So I was all alone with Mommy and tried to stop her from crying so much over my sisters. She blamed herself, even though it wasn't her fault.

I got real sick though, because of fleas, and nothing seemed to stop it. Then Mommy moved in with Daddy Sam, and they got married. They got Tara to keep me company. And the V.E.T. gave me something called Advantage, and all my skin problems cleared up and I gained weight and got really healthy again. And then Mommy brought home Luna, who is kind of a bully but cute, and then…Meerclar came back as a black kitty this time. I knew it was her right away, and we became fast friends again. Mommy knew it was her, too. So now we all live together, and Daddy Samwise is very good to Mommy and to us, and Mommy’s happy, and we’re all getting older, but we’re still in good health. And that’s how I rescued my Mommy from being alone.

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