Daddy Kitty

Daddy Kitty's good side

When I went away to college, my Nana sent a stuffed cat that made a purring sound when you moved him. It was supposed to ease the transition from home and pets to dorm room. It did help, and over time the stuffed cat became a fixture on my bed. By the time I had Tara it was just another thing in the house. Then it became the one thing that Tara couldn't live without. That poor stuffed animal has been through it all. He used to look like a cat too...before I dried him accidentally after a long night of cleaning throw up. He lost an eye once, but hot glue worked its miracle. He has been left in Lubbock and mailed home, found at friend's houses, and finally carefully placed at the foot of Tara's bed. He is thread bare almost everywhere and the stuffing he used to have has been loved away.

When he is missing, I usually find him here.


That picture reminded me so much of Tara that I went searching until I found one of her.


I don't know what magic power this little stuffed animal holds. It's been Tara's most loved possession since she was 6 mos old, and every other one of our children have had the pleasure? of being tickled by his tail when Tara was feeling genrous enough to share. It seems that Kyra has fallen under Daddy Kitty's spell, too.


I usually carefully take him away to his rightful resting place though. No one knows how much longer Daddy Kitty can hold together. He is hanging on by a string...literally.

from July 2011