When I got *Cissy*, I was supposed to have gotten her sister. The female had only had 2 kittens, and the people wanted to keep the one who became Narcissus.
I went over to get *my* cat, and it wouldn't come near me! She ran and hid behind the stove, we dragged her out, she ran and hid behind the refrigerator. All this time (45 minutes), Cissy wouldn't leave me alone! She climbed up my leg, into my lap, up onto my shoulder, rubbing against my neck, and purring loud enough to deafen me.
After a long discussion, the family decided Cissy wasn't going to give up, and the other one wasn't going to come out of hiding, so they relented and let me take her home.
She was about 6 weeks old, but weaned, and she had never been outside. But she curled up into my jacket lapels with her little face sticking out, and watched the world go by as we walked home. At home, she wasn't underfoot, nope, she would climb my jeans leg and hang on my hip like a 6 gun!
I was planting a garden at the time, and she would go outside with me, make a little nest, and curl up and watch me work until she fell asleep. She was the prettiest little Baby! A Sealpoint Siamese, but when I brought her home, the only way you could even tell she was a siamese, is because she had dark points on her head, face and ears, her legs and tail, otherwise she was as white as snow! She had gorgeous Blue Eyes that just jumped out of her dark face, and I wanted to get her ears pierced so I could put Sapphires in them. The vet refused, saying it was animal cruelty. Oh well, she was so pretty she didn't need jewelry I guess. As she aged, she became the color of Coffee with Cream, and her points were like Dark Chocolate. She was so shiny and beautiful!
When I was trying to decide her name, I put her in my lap, facing me and asked her what her name was...........I started naming off names, and when I got to Narcissus, she wrapped her little arms around me and meowed the loudest little kitty meow I'd ever heard. So, she not only chose me, she chose her name! I could tell right then she wouldn't be refused anything! The world, in her opinion, only came into being when SHE was born.
After a time, Narcissus became "Cissy" and her other name was "The wench Kitty from Hell! No one was supposed to supplant her place in my lap, and even my partner, giving me a kiss, was lucky to escape without injury. In fact, I had found a little teeny jack knife in the bus seat one day, and later I was sitting in the bed, sort of wrestling with my partner, when Cissy sprang up on the bed and ripped scratches up both his arms. I very quickly opened the little knife and stuck it under the cover, then pulled it out, and said:" oh my gosh Honey, she has a kitty switchblade! You'd better be careful!" Then pretended to give Cissy a lecture about playing with unsafe objects! We were both rolling on the bed laughing, until tears came.
Another time, there was a program on tv about Cougars. Cissy was about 5 at the time, she watched that whole darn show, (it was an hour long), without even blinking, and when it showed the cougar burying some left over prey, Cissy ran up to the tv to try and smell what the cougar was burying!
There were many times we watched her walk around rolling her shoulders and "stalking" things, like she had seen the cougar do. She had a black rabbit fur mouse she would hide in the house, and *hunt* for. Then she'd *kill* it, and bring it over to me and throw it into my lap.
She hated the vet who had spayed her, and every time she had to go for shots or anything, he'd have to spray her nose with a sedative spray first, or she would try to tear him a new face or arm! She never, ever did mean things to me though, unless she didn't get her way, and then as if it was a *warning* for what she could REALLY do, if I bummed her out.
She turned 15 years old in April this year. The last couple of weeks, she started losing weight, she wouldn't touch her dry food, and even the canned food, she would only take a couple of bites, then go lay down. She was being very lethargic, and this morning I noticed she seemed to be breathing oddly and her nose was dry. So I took her to the vet, he was checking her temp, and heartbeat, and asking me questions. She had weighed 8 3/4 pounds this time last year, when she went for shots, but today she weighed 7 1/4, so she had lost a pound and a half. For a fairly fine-boned, slender cat, that is a LOT of weight to lose!
While the vet and I were talking, she just quit breathing and was gone. Oh my gosh, I just burst out in tears and I have been crying off and on since. It feels like my heart has just crumbled. The vet said it was her heart, too, and probably congestive heart failure. I know I've been kind of watching her very close lately, I just *had a feeling* and it wasn't good.
The other kitty I treasured like Cissy, was Gillian, she lived to be 14, and was killed by a pit-bull, as she was sleeping out in the sun on the driveway. Maybe Cissy has found Gillian now, and they are arguing over who loved me most. I will miss her for a long time, and will be mourning my beautiful little Fur Baby.
R.I.P. Narcissus, my precious little one. ♥