An Inky tribute
We moved into Inky’s house in September of 1996. At that time, he was four years old. He was born in a little cement space between our basement and first story floorboards.
The old owner of the house was very attached to him (or so we thought!) and so we tried to relocate him three blocks away three different times. My husband risked life and limb to do this. Inky was never afraid to pull out “The Claw”.
After the third time, we asked if he could just stay with us. The old owner then admitted that after the second time she had already got a new cat “But it’s not as nice as Inky.” Well, NO WONDER he wanted to come back – he’d been replaced!
So Inky became ours. Or we became the resident staff. We built a fence and brought in one interloper after another. He loved Farro, tolerated Hanna and Penny. But he did not forgive and forget for four long years when we brought home “The Evil Cocker Spaniel.” He would not come in the house for four years. We set up a bed in the garage, put out food once a day. One of my neighbors said he was eating at their place too, and that it was OK. He also took to sleeping on our next door neighbor’s porch because they had a very lovely covered deck with a soft fluffy sofa on it. He liked that sofa.
Finally one very cold and blustery night, after watching Pumpkin come in and out of the house for four years, he decided to come in. He had to show “The Evil Cocker Spaniel” the claw one time, and they had an understanding for the rest of his life. As he aged he spent less time outside. In November when I ran over his tail, he became an indoor only cat, and he seemed OK with that. At that point, he was very deaf too. I was very glad he took retirement well; we were able to look after him in his twilight. We were always afraid he’d just get sick and disappear forever one day before he came in for good.
In the last few months, there has been lots of cuddling, and a little play. His age has been showing recently. We sent him on his way to the bridge when his kidneys shut down on Friday, March 12th.
Inky was with us through the beginning of our marriage, raised three boys with us, and taught three dogs how to live with a cat. Our youngest son is the same age as Inky.
There are many stories about Inky that will make him forever part of our family folklore.
Mine is that he loved to garden with me. I’d come out with all my stuff to putter or do whatever it was I had planned that day. He’d come and sit nearby, sometimes coming over to rub up against me. He loved a good fresh dirt bath. I thought I had some weird stalk eating bug until one day I caught him eating a pole bean off at the stalk. He also favored squash vines. I would put up netting or whatever contraption I thought of that year. He always figured out a way to snag at least one plant every year.See you at the Bridge Inky. Say hello to Farro for us.
Last Picture of Inky - Last week.
His favorite spot - in between someone's legs on a lounger. Especially liked the heat off of a lappy.
One of his favorite outdoor spots - Under the Japanese Maple.