Kate’s Cornucopia: Demise of Gato

Our beloved mighty hunter, Gato D., succumbed to the injuries he sustained during an encounter with a coyote. He was 15-years old, living the past 9-years with us.

When I first met Gatos, as he was then called, he was living in an apartment with our son. Gatos never went out; although, he often tried to escape. Some of the stories we heard about this crazy, fat cat, led me to think I’d never want a cat like that.

Then, our son moved to another apartment and the cat came to live with us. We kept him confined to one, large room for a few days until he became used to us. Then, his home enlarged to our whole house, and eventually, the out-of-doors, too. Gato D., as he became known due to being our fourth cat, calmed down and slimmed into quite a good cat with a unique “cat”ality..

I know what goes around, comes around and he did leave numerous trophies on our doorsteps, but, somehow, I’m glad he didn’t become some *?!* coyote’s dinner. Gato made it home, but, alas, his internal injuries were too much for our old, mighty hunter to survive.

I suppose I’ll miss him the most, as it was my lap he’d jump into whenever, where-ever I sat and stretch out just like a human baby. His arm would stretch up to touch my chin or he’d nuzzle his head into my arm. He is gone, but not forgotten. We’ve been offered another cat and, maybe someday another cat will come our way, but for now, I want to savor my memories of Gato a while longer.