Just one of the many nicknames I had for one of our cats, Isis. Along with chatterbox, vampire kitty and puddles (he liked to pee everywhere and liked to talk).
Isis actually joined us before myself and Jennifer were together, she was in a previous marriage at the time and was given the cat by her now ex-husband. Thinking Isis was a female she asked me to name him, so I called him Isis thinking it was a girl, turns out it wasn’t.
Perhaps this being called a female name later gave way to the personality disorder the cat developed, we called him “Lil Bastard” for a reason, because he was, quite frankly, a little bastard.
All loving one moment, and full of attitude the next, his mood swings could give a person whiplash.
When Jen moved away from her ex, Isis of course went with her, and I used to spend a lot of time with him during my visits, and unlike our other cat (I’m looking at you Katara) he actually remembered me when I returned (course in Katara’s instance I think she was just pissed that I vanished on her).
Unfortunately when Jen and I moved into our new house, we weren’t able to bring the two with us, so they ended up staying with Jen’s mum (who has about 8 other cats anyway), yet we’d see them when we went over there, Isis would wander up and say hi to me, then promptly ignore Jen, until about an hour later when he’d pad up and go “pet me!”.
Told you, dude had a personality disorder.
It was a weird love hate relationship, his attitude and peeing tendencies would piss us off, but we still loved him, and I know he’ll be missed, unfortunately the kids aren’t taking it too well, especially Matthew.
I still miss my wierd little snowshow, my tiny lion, Isaac…after many years. Still hear him caterwauling at a closed door, still feel his paws try to snag my hair from the top of an open door. Tell Matthew I understand exactly how it feels to suddenly be without your pet…and that with a little time,sadness lightens its grip and lets you allow another pet to live within your heart.