When Who-Dey gets hungry or bored, she likes to jump onto our screen in the window to scare the tar out of me. You might say she's just looking for attention, but I think she's a Pavkov, and likes to play pranks.
She did this a lot last night and this morning. I didn't think much of it, but this evening I found our poor Who-Dey lying in the grass, gone to meet her maker. I suppose she was trying to get my attention to tell me something was wrong. While I wasn't on board with bringing a cat to our family, I quickly grew to love her. She will be dearly missed.
She was a great cat for the kids. She was very affectionate with them and did very well tolerating their "petting" as we struggled to teach our kids to be "soft" and kind with animals. Natalie was especially fond of Who-Dey and I hate to have to tell her our cat is gone. Who-Dey was even successful in getting at least one of our moles - there are pictures to prove it. I think they are a little gross, and will spare you.
Who-Dey brought adventure to our lives, as keeping the garage door open for her at night invited in raccoons - whom Kirk shot, in the garage, under our van, with a cross-bow. He didn't think he had hit anything, but the the bloody trail leading out of the garage and the arrow stuck in the wall with fur hanging from it tell a different story. I was lucky enough to find this evidence the next morning as I was leaving for work.
I didn't realize our dear cat had passed on until after the kids were asleep, and Kirk is gone on military duty, so I along with my dad (because I apparently am too weak to dig a hole and called him over to assist) were the only ones to say goodbye. Rest in peace Who-Dey, we'll miss you! Thanks for being a wonderful part of our family for these past few months!
