Hurricane

Hurricane was a stray in my backyard in Ewing. Alex and Dad caught her and brought her into the house. They said, “Come in the office we will show you the rattlesnakes.” As the box opened two kittens peered at us. One male tiger striped and another fluffy calico with an attitude, that was Hurricane. She played with her brother, rocked the TV box, and rocked her way into our heart.

Throughout the year Hurricane always had great stories. There was the time she ran away, but still came in to use the litter box or the time she decided to climb on the ceiling molding in the house. The first time I went to a sleep over in 4th grade she cried all night because I was not home. She played peek-a-boo, balloons, her fear of domesticated rodents (but not small dogs), ate all human food (especially Moes and Wendys). There were times she stole your food, drinks, watched movies, and would not let me write papers/lesson plan unless she was on them or on me. The best was when you said “Hurricane, it’s bed time — she ran a few laps and then jumped into bed. I could write paragraphs about her.

Hurricane was there for me and my family for everything since 1998. My parents getting divorced, Grandpa passing, surgeries for mom/dad/me, relationships ending, losing other pets (RIP our 4 rottweilers Gabe, Zsa, Duke, Rotti), and so much more. She was always like dog coming when you called her, snuggling, stealing your food, and making you smile. She will deeply be missed; thank you for 19 and a half years of happiness. I miss her so much, but what we have enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes part of us. She is always with me and my family.

There are hundred of pictures of her personality, but I put up a few that were readily accessible.