| I rescued Chiana from
the local shelter about seven weeks after
my beloved FurFace crossed the Rainbow
Bridge. I can't talk about Chiana without
mentioning FurFace, who allowed me to
share her space for 19 years. After she
was gone, I didn't think I wanted another
companion animal, but soon I was a basket
case, and kept feeling an oppressive
emptiness that grew each day. Strangely
enough, I decided on a name before
finding a new cat ... Chiana is a
character from the SciFi series "Farscape,"
so I went looking for a grey tiger-stripe.
When I found her, she was seven months
old, and although I hated to make her
part with her sibling, I knew that I was
a "one cat" person. It turns
out that Chiana is quite enough of a
handful by herself! :-)
After we had been together a few
weeks, I began to notice that her fur was
changing from grey to brown, and after a
few months, she looked an awful lot like
FurFace. This was just the first of many
things that have led me to the conclusion
that Chiana is "possessed" by
the spirit of FurFace.
She has a very good "purr motor,"
which was kind of a new thing for me ...
FurFace didn't purr, except for an
asthmatic little wheeze that I could only
hear if I put my head right next to hers.
The next difference I noticed was that
Chiana likes to lick my nose, whereas
FurFace would always back away whenever I
tried to put my face close to hers. I
guess it was the second or third day that
I noticed Chiana sometimes snores ...
that's when I realized that she was
finally beginning to feel comfortable
with me.
Chiana has an abnormally long tongue,
so long in fact that it often sticks out
of her mouth after she's been grooming
... she'll leave as much as a half-inch
of it sticking out for as long as fifteen
minutes, often falling asleep with it
sticking out ... seeing her like that
always brings a smile to my face, and
makes up for all the destruction she's
caused with her constant chewing (speaker
wires, corners of books, etc.)
She doesn't care much for catnip or
popcorn (two of FurFace's favorites), but
she really likes to play with
balloons, and especially likes to play
"fetch" ... if I flick the
balloon across the room, she will chase
after it, then carry it back in her mouth
and drop it near me so that I can flick
it again. Sometimes when I reach for it,
she will grab my wrist in her front paws,
flip over on her back, and while holding
the balloon in her mouth, and my wrist in
her front paws, she will kick at my
forearm with her back legs in that "disembowelling"
action that cats do.
On cold nights, FurFace would paw at
my face to let her under the covers with
me ... Chiana prefers to sleep outside of
the covers, curled up at my feet, and I
often awaken to find myself pushed to one
side of the bed while she sprawls
sideways in the middle. After a year, she
allows me to bring her under the covers
and will snuggle in the crook of my arm,
but only when I'm on my right side ...
she'll only stay for a very few minutes
if I'm on my left side.
She has a very good internal clock ...
feeding time is at 4:30 AM and 4:30 PM,
and there is no denying her. She gets
canned food twice a day, and dry kibble
for snacks in between, but I have to set
a timer for three minutes ... longer than
that, and she starts scooping the kibble
onto the floor and starts batting it
around. But the weirdest thing she does
is when I put the water from a can of
tuna into a bowl for her ... instead of
just drinking it, she'll stick a paw into
it, and then lick her paw ... she'll keep
doing that until it's all gone.
When FurFace was circling the drain,
and I was giving her an appetite
stimulant as well as the pain killers, I
would go to the local Chinese take-away
just to get egg drop soup for her, it
being one of her favorites. Even though I
still patronized them two or three times
a month after she left, it was over a
year before I could bring myself to order
the egg drop soup, so Chiana was with me
for a year before she got her first taste
of it. She's still a bit dubious about
it, but she always seems to finish it, as
well as the second portion that I set
aside for later.
So, even though Chiana was nearly six
months old when FurFace passed on, her
spirit seems to have possesed my new purr-buddy.
Chiana remains very much her own cat in
many ways, but there is more of FurFace
in her than I ever would have expected
... and to this day, no one has been able
to explain how her fur changed color so
quickly after such a long time!
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