Chloe, our 15-year-old white cat had a very strange relationship with Justin. Justin pestered her like crazy. From the time she was a kitten she didn’t like Justin. She was Chi’s cat and when Justin moved back to Nashville …she had no use for him. She didn’t like his voice, his laugh, his smell or his friends. She tolerated him being in the same house with her but she always kept her distance. Of course that wouldn’t do for Justin….it became a game. A long weary game.
It was like two siblings fighting with me in the middle telling them both to stop.
They had a game at the kitchen table that drove us all crazy. Chloe would jump under our glass top kitchen table and onto our kitchen chairs and sit…waiting to begin their game. And when Justin came in the kitchen…. yes….he would check the chairs to see if Chloe was there. She would “hiss” and he knew the game was “ on.”
No matter where I was at in the house I would hear that “hiss”. And…it didn’t matter how many times I would yell, ”leave Chloe alone” …it would begin.
Justin would put his hand over the top of the chair she was sitting on. In a quick cat like motion she would jump, hiss and slap at his hand. Justin would jerk his hand with speed and motion just before the paw with-no-claw would hit. He would laugh and she would hiss even more. One-finger…then two-fingers would move over the top….another cat slap and hiss. Over and over going around the table from chair to chair as Chloe would get madder and madder …hissing and biting hoping for that one break in his skin. Justin would laugh getting braver and braver…until she would either come from the side and get him or just jump down….and be done with him.
Game or no game it seemed she hissed at the mere mention of his name.
It was a mystery to Justin why Chloe didn’t like him. I think it bugged him but he accepted the fact she didn’t like anyone except Chi. Even Chi’s friends would get the occasional hiss if they came too close.
But… the strangest thing….after Justin got killed …day after day we would find her in his room sleeping on his bed. Some days I would just have the door cracked and she would paw it open. She slept in there for months after he was gone. I believe she missed him in her own crazy cat way.
Chloe started looking sickly and feeble a few months ago. We monitored her food and paid attention to her habits. But when we got back from Mom’s funeral there seemed some drastic changes. She had lost even more weight and was so frail, her pretty white fur she often groomed was matted, her eyes were fogged and her legs seemed a little weaker when she walked.
So before we left her once again to make one of our weekend trips to Branson I leaned down and kissed her tiny head. As she looked in my eyes without even thinking I said “Chloe…go to cat heaven….go see Justin…he is waiting for you too”.
I am not sure if Cats go to heaven but if they do… Chloe is in Heaven with Justin.
What a site that must have been ... a white cat entering the pearly gates hissing as Justin waited for their game to begin.