Nine Lives Lost

I grew up a big fan of cats. When I was little, I tried to hold all the kittens my grandma had ever adopted. Only three cats in my life that I remember were given the honor of being scary enough for me not to pet them. Polly, Hilly, and Daisy's sister. Polly was a black and white cat that had Anxiety and Hilly was just basically a grumpy old lady. Daisy's sister is also grumpy but loves people on her own terms.

For a while, though, I steered away from cats and went for dogs instead. I seemed to get along better with them. Not that cats were bad, dogs were just better for someone like me who loves giving all the cuddles and hugs in existence.

Daisy was different, though. She actively sought cuddles out...granted she did so in the weirdest way possible but she still did it and it was very cute. She would walk up to you, meow her cutest meow, then turn around and show you her tail-end. That earned her nicknames such as The Butt and Buttly.

One memory that my friend shared with me involving Daisy was that he once rage quit Farcry 4 for the Xbox and the cat literally pushed the eject button, grabbed the disc in her mouth, and plopped it on his head. Just imagine that visual. A man rage-quitting a game and his cat ejecting the disc as if she knows what needs to happen.

Daisy was also famous for her anthropomorphic "talking." She would respond to questions with meows that seemed like they were far too close to sounding like answers such as "no" and "yeah." She was always very vocal about how she felt about things. If she was scared, she'd meow "noo!"

In life, Daisy had 3 sisters. McGonagall, Cooter, and Willow. Cooter and Willow are two Norwegian Forest Cats and McGonagall is a black and grey tabby kitten. All three used to beat up on each other, especially with Daisy around.

Whenever Daisy got excited, she'd pee a little bit. I only got to experience it during her last day alive but it was still an experience. Not necessarily a fun one, but it was an experience.

Her human mom also recounts that she used to hang out in the dryer as a kitten, as well as chilling on the stove. I guess she really liked being warm.

When Daisy passed, she was 10 years old and was going to turn 11. Her mom and I didn't have enough money to obtain an official medical diagnosis, but the anesthesiologist guessed it was cancer due to the size and amount of masses on her body. The pain that cat went through must have been so excruciating for her but her human aunt was kind enough to help pay for a smooth passing at the Cache Meadows Veterinarian Clinic. She was surrounded by a loving human mommy and a strong human auntie.

Daisy is survived by two Norwegian Forest Cats, Willow and Cuter (pronounced COOT-er) as well as a grey and black tabby kitten named McGonagall. Daisy didn't like her sisters too much during the last few months of her life but she cared for Cuter deeply. She only hissed at you if she felt you were in her space too much. As a kitten, Daisy loved food. She loved it enough that she even began to steal it from her sisters. Because of this, not only did she gain weight but Cuter, McGonagall, and Willow also found it hard to get food. So, before she died, Daisy was kept away from the food bowls for as long as her human parents could keep her.

You are missed, Daisy. Never forget that.