Tina Little Mother

Mystic Maid By Mystic Maid, 10th Jun 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A true story about a rescued cat that became family.

Becoming part of the family

My daughter was just eighteen months years old when her father decided that she needed a pet. I had always had cats so I readily agreed. He went to the Humane Society and brought home a beautiful one year old tortoiseshell female cat. My daughter promptly named her Tina after her favourite cousin Christina.
Tina was a wonderful cat and took to mothering my daughter Sarah. When it was bedtime she would meow at her until she went up the stairs to bed. I would put Sarah to bed and Tina would always sleep with her until she fell asleep. Then Tina would come downstairs and meow and meow until my husband and I would go to bed. She would stay with us until we were asleep as well.
She was taking care of us all.


Tina always liked the glass beads that I had in a bowl on the coffee table in the living room. She would fill her mouth with these beads, then carry them up the wood stairs and watch as she dropped them one by one. She really enjoyed hearing them bounce. The first time it happened, it startled me. I would get out of bed and have to pick up the beads to stop the ping, ping noise. She would also bring them up to our bedroom and play with them by swatting them under the bed and across the wooden floors.
It was very annoying to be crawling around on all fours in the middle of the night trying to pick up the glass beads so that we could get some sleep, otherwise Tina would play for hours.
We finally had enough and I removed the glass beads from the living room bowl. I think that she was very disappointed.
She always liked to carry things in her mouth, even if it was dirty socks. Tina was my daughter’s first pet and her best friend. They would talk for hours. I wish I knew what they talked about. It seemed very intense.

Farewell my friend

Tina and Sarah were inseparable. If we had people visiting, Tina was always there to supervise.
When Tina was three years old she was run over by a car. One of the neighbourhood children came over to tell me that he saw a car hit her. I remember running out of the house in disbelief. I held her in my arms, she was still warm, but I felt her spirit leave her limp body. It still bring tears to my eyes.
We buried her in the field across from the house so that she could always watch over us.
RIP my dearest Tina.


Child, Friend, Mother And Daughter, Rescued Cat

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author avatar Mystic Maid
I have always wanted to become a published writer. My writing is diverse, whatever subject my muse nudges me to write.

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
11th Jun 2013 (#)

Awe, poor cat, so sad. Do you have a picture of her you could add here?
My wife had a cat killed by a car too so when we lived in the city she had a cat enclosure built so they were safe when outside.

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author avatar Mystic Maid
11th Jun 2013 (#)

I do have pictures ... I just have to figure out how to add them.... thanks!

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author avatar Songbird B
11th Jun 2013 (#)

What a lovely share about your wonderful cat Tina. I so believe that children should be brought up with pets as it teaches them so much.
She sounded a real character my friend, and such a tragic loss..
If Mark hasn't already advised, send me a message if you want help adding images to your work Georgia, and I shall help guide you through it..\0/x

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author avatar Mystic Maid
11th Jun 2013 (#)

I would love your help!

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