When I first adopted Selina from the humane society she spent every night curled up in my armpit...because my other cat, Jasmine, seemed to think she was just a new toy to bat around. This was in 1993. The two cats moved all over Minneapolis with me, adjusting to each other and all the various apartments, until we settled into the house in St. Paul. This would be their final home. I said goodbye to Jasmine in June. I said goodbye to poor Selina yesterday.
And how ironic...J, my still-husband for the time being, who is severely allergic to cats...the thing he was looking forward to most about getting his own place was the lack of allergen-producing cats. Now he's gone, but so are they.