Jerry — A Little Cat With Big Feelings
January 29, 2024

Sometimes, the smallest paws leave the most indelible prints on our hearts. A few months ago, our beloved cat, Jerry, slipped quietly out of our lives, leaving behind a legacy of love, compassion, bravery, grace, and countless memories. Yes, she was all that and more.

They say some cats have big personalities. Jerry was one such cat. Jerry was more than just a pet; she was a whirlwind of teaching moments wrapped in fur. A lot of fur. From her mischievous antics to her serene moments of companionship, she introduced us to the enchanting world of felines. She was only 3 yo when she disappeared, but had the wisdom and courage of a fierce lady.

Our beloved Covid kitten marked our family's first foray into the world of pets. Before her arrival, we had little interest in cats. In fact, I proudly identified as a 'dog person' and was quite vocal in my aversion to cats. However, in early 2020, defying any general consensus, my dear mother made the unexpected decision to bring a kitten into their farm house. I was away and had no say, obviously. But, I’m glad my mother went against everyone.

Little Jerry quickly trained herself to be a strong, independent, and resilient farm cat. She was a Persian mix and was a great combination of beauty and courage. She feared no one and had very high self esteem. She was well behaved and won our hearts over in no time. She refused to get bullied by dogs or humans. If someone was upset with her, it would break her little heart. She had big feelings and we felt it, very deep.

We are three siblings, my brother being the youngest. He was Jerry’s best friend and Jerry his. They grew together during the pandemic years and were each other’s homies. The bond they shared was magical. They played together, gave each other space when needed, and were each other’s companion at the end of the day. They would play hide-and-seek, do pull-ups together, and she would be by his side when is does headstands!

Jerry softened my otherwise tough father and he grew to adore her. They had their evening rituals — her sleeping on his lap, him tugging at her ears, and her trying to swat his hands. She loved it! He always made sure she had enough food in her bowls and she knew his weakness well enough to exploit it. Her purrs were powerful.

The women of the house — my mother, sister, and I — were her girlies and she walked around like she was our caretaker. Every night, as slumber dipped us like a warm tide, Jerry would rise and melt into the night, answering her feline calling. She hunted with a laser focus, like a warrior queen in the darkness. Sometimes, dawn would find her curled next to my brother, a tiny trophy at his side, a silent pledge of love and protection, only to freak him out. At times, she gets back a little later with her tail held high looking like she has been partying all night, hungry and thirsty!

She brought a litter into our lives before we got her fixed. Two survived and brought joy to more families. She made us and our friends cat people. A few of our friends then went on to adopt cats. She changed a lot of lives.

There many more endearing stories of Jerry and each one a spark of joy that even the deepest sadness can't extinguish. She taught us about independence and responsible freedom. She taught us about drawing lines and being assertive. She taught us when and how to walk off from situations. She taught us to fight when needed. Above all, she taught us to about selfless love, compassion, and to be better human beings.

She was a my parents’ companion and grandchild. She filled their hearts and brought a sense of serenity that only the purr of a contented feline can create. She was a pet they didn’t know they needed.

She was not here to live a long life, she was here to lead a big life, show us the world through feline eyes, full of curiosity and grace. She left an indelible paw print on the canvas of our lives. If you have ever been loved and chosen by a cat, you carry a heart softened by sandpaper tongues and kneading paws.

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