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The Cats Guide To Grief

A tribute to Blacken

Blacken by Slof Spaz has words about her niece, Blacken, who was killed in a rabbit snare one year ago this month (August).

Blacken lived with us for just a year, don't ask me why Slof called her Blacken - she was completely white, with yellow eyes - Slof said she looked like a demon, but a cute one!

When she first arrived she was but a ball of white fluff who could not keep clean, we all laughed when Slof bathed her, but Blacken never minded. When she meowed, she did it lopsided and spent long hours on Slof's shoulder, licking and sucking the skin. She never grew out of that all the time we knew her.

Stripe tried to bully her like she does me, but Blacken just gave as good as she got - one of her favourite tricks was to lie in wait for Stripe to walk past and jump onto her back - I enjoyed seeing Stripe looking flustered.

We all go out at night so we can victimise mice, and Slof used to say she glowed in the dark - she was very white.

When she didn't return after two days we all got really worried - Slof went out with the rifle one day for some target practice (tins, not animals - Slof never shoots living things) - it's all countryside beyond our garden - and found her lying in some brambles, all tangled up - Slof said 'Is that Blacken?' and it was. But when she moved, horror of horrors, she had no hind legs - I'm finding this difficult to write - she had torn herself out of the trap - she never liked feeling tangled - and tried to drag herself home - she was some way from the snare, which we never found.

Slof rushed her to the vet, hammering on the door. There was, unfortunately, no way to save her - how she had survived so long with such horrendous injuries is testament to her great strength and will to get home. She died purring in Slof's arms - she was so glad to see us again.

Even though it was a year ago, we still miss her - Slof still sleeps badly and Blacken haunts Slof in dreams constantly. We wrote this because no-one else understands how this feels - Slof could show the Egyptians how to worship cats! We feel you guys would understand Slof's distress.

We wrote this as a tribute to a cat who crammed many years of life into one - she rests under her favourite tree, a big, old hawthorn called Yggddrazzil, where she used to climb.

We will never forget the little white demon with the yellow eyes in a cute face, and the pleasure her presence brought us.

Mogwai's Mafia.

   


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