Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Stormy Roy Ann Weatherly - RIP
Stormy was one of my Florida cats. She showed up in the middle of a storm when she was about two. We brought her in, and when she immediately made herself at home, forcing her way in with our first cat, Marmalade, she made a place in our hearts.Jim threw out the name Stormy. My father-in-law, Harry, said there was a ballplayer named Roy "Stormy" Weatherly. I said I'd be darned if I'd name a girl Roy, so she became Stormy Roy Ann Weatherly.
Stormy was my cat who could fly. For years, she could go from the floor to the top of any cabinet or dresser. She was the first to figure out how to jump from the top of the cat condo, around the corner, and up to the entertainment center. Until the younger boys figured out how to follow her, it was her shelter from them.
She was also the one who wanted to be an indoor cat, but couldn't give up the outdoors. She used to rip out the bottom of the screen in our Florida lanai so she could get out. And, after she ripped it out one day, an opossum came in that hole. I found that possum in my dressing area eating cat food.
Stormy knew she looked good on red, and she loved to pose at Christmas time. The decorations were
Stormy only weighed six pounds yesterday, and she was never much bigger. But, she was the cat with an appetite. She'd eat any cat food, and, if you gave her the chance, any meat. She was definitely a carnivore. My cat sitter in Arizona, who adored Stormy, let her get away with stealing food right off of her plate.
But my favorite memory of Stormy will always be from Arizona. Cats always know when you're coming home. Maybe it was because Stormy was always hungry, but she was always waiting for me to get home from work. She used to sit at the window, and, when she saw me coming up the walk from the garage, she'd raise her paw at me, just as if she was greeting me.
Stormy was one of the cats who made two trips across country. She traveled from Florida to Arizona, and then from Arizona to Indiana. She was independent, a loner, who only became affectionate in the last year when she had no more meat on her bones, and was cold all the time. That meant she sat on my lap whenever I sat down to read.
Mark Twain loved cats, and had so many comments to make about them. And, I have other cats to love. But, this quote is still perfect. "A home without a cat -- and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat -- may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?"
- Pudd'nhead Wilson
Stormy Roy Ann Watherly was defintely well-fed, well-petted and properly revered. And, she's going to be missed so much.
Rest in Peace, Stormy Roy Ann Weatherly. (April 23, 2013)