In Memoriam
Koshka
April, 1992 – July, 2004
Koshka means female cat in Russian, but she wasn’t always sure she wanted to be a cat. Her favorite active past-time was playing “fetch” with a crumpled wad of paper, and the only way she would go outside was riding on my shoulder.
She loved heights and I had to be careful when closing doors, as she might be on the top, asleep.
She was among a group of three feral kittens that were my first attempt at hand-feeding, having been orphaned at about one month of age. Her mother was a niece of Eve and was lost to traffic. At three months her brothers were adopted, but she decided to stay with me.
Her warm furry body tunneling under the quilt to curl up at my feet is missed as the nights grow colder, and when I wad up a sheet of paper to pitch into the waste basket I still expect to hear her running through the house for a game of “fetch”.
