My Cat Marshmallow + My Sisters Cat Patches

     Sarah and I were 5 and 6 years when we got our cats. A friend of ours gave us the cats for free. There was 2 kittens to choose from. A fluffy cat with longish hair, a multiple colors cat with short hair, and a fluffy gray, white and a little brown kitten with long fur. We did not chose the cats the cats chose us. The short hired female chose Sarah. While the fluffy male chose me.

       I named him Marshmallow because of the white in his fur and he was so fluffy. That same night when we were hanging out with our friends Marshmallow was playing with my feet. I was shocked but was laughing. We got the cats home and the next day we took them to the vets for the shots. That was when we found out Patches was a female. I few months passed and my parents and I took Marshmallow to the vets to get fixed. I was really upset because I did not want him left there for a full day.

      A few years pass and I was treating my cat like a baby. I put him in a baby stroller I had when I was little he sat right there. He did not care what I did to him. He was my baby and still is. Whenever I was sick he would lay with me, If I was upset he would do all he could to make me laugh and get my annotation off of what happened.

     To this day my cat is my baby. He is a main coon cat. Males are not common to have many colors. My mom calls him a money cat but I will never get rid of him unless it was necessary. He is their when I am upset and he listens. Whenever I need to talk about something and don't want to bother others with my problems I talk to him. He responds in his own ways and I have a feeling he understands more then what I lead on. He tries to comfort me in his silly ways.

      Cuddling with him when he lets me is really fun because he just cuddles in my arms and does not care. I rub and pat him while he drools on me or the furniture. He is like a Saint Barnard with drooling. He shakes his head like a dog and spatters the drool all over me and my face. My sweet baby boy is my life. I am thankful for his trust and grate listing skills.

      Patches on the other hand. Sarah called her Patch because she had a small white stop in the mix of her multiply colored fur. But when we found out she was a female she decided to make is Patches. She was opposite of Marshmallow. She had short fur and a totally different personality. Whenever Sarah tried to cuddle she would but not for long. Putting her in the stroller she stayed maybe 1 minute.

      Sarah use to give her baths but not where she should have. She only did it twice. It was in the toilet. She wanted to keep her clean. We had to use many towels and a hair dryer to keep her from getting sick and to cold. Her cat for some strange reason was clung to Sarah like a baby. The things Sarah use to do to her when she was younger.

      Patches was strange. But we loved her. She was my sister’s world. Whenever anyone cried around Patches she was in your face making sure you were okay. She was admit to make you laugh or annoy the crap out of you. Sarah told her everything. She was there for Sarah for many things. Sarah did not talk much about issues she had and so on that is there Patches came in to help her get it all out.

       Around age 9 for the cats Patches was having problems. She had double urinary tract infection and it almost killed her. At age 11 she was not herself at all. She would hide under the bed more and more. We took her to the vets and they gave her antibiotics to see if it was some kind of infection again.

        It was the weakened the medication did not touch what was going on. We took her to the Emergency Vet to find out what was going on. They told us they could do an operation but she only had a 20% chance to live through it. We decided her time was up. But before we made the decision final I suggested to have an x-ray done to see we were not putting her down for something simple. Found out one of her ovaries burst and the other was about to.

        That day Sarah decided to put Patches out of her missionary was painful. Sarah, mom, dad, and I were in the room waiting for the information and the form for Sarah to sign was forever. Sarah signed her name to give premonition to out her down. We were just glad we were not putting her down for something that could have been fixed.

        The doctor gave us time to get ready for the moment. We sat their quite a while. Sarah was ready to let her go and not suffer anymore. She opened the door to the back so the Dr. new it was time. She took Patches in the back to put in IV line in her. She brought her back with 3 needles. The doctor looked at Sarah and said when you are ready I will start putting the medication in. Sarah by her side gave the okay. 1...2...3... she was now in heaven no longer in pain. We all were with Sarah supporting her in every way.

       Sarah had her cremated. They had a paw print made in a heart with her name. A small amount of her fur with all the colors. The final thing was her ashes and a card that explained the rainbow bridge. She has her sitting on the mantilla in the living room. For Christmas I made Sarah a poster college of Patches. It had many pictures of her. On the top it said "R.I.P.  Patches Lee Lancaster <3 2002-2013 <3" I bought a frame and everything for it. She looked at me and cried when she saw what it was. It is now in her room on her wall facing her bed. It is the first thing she sees in the morning and the last thing before she falls asleep.

       Marshmallow stills plays with her and goes on one of his spells of running around the house, jumping on the couch and beds. She is watching over us and he brother. He is still himself but with a little bit of Patches in him now. Rest in Peace Patches. We love you always and forever. 

     (p.s. my cat is up my sister’s butt a lot more now than ever. Taking Patches place of being her little pal. I was also crying a lot writing this.)