The Fang

It's been exactly 4 years since she died. The Fang was family to me. She was the laziest of all but she loved every one. She was never afraid of visitors and she was the calmest, most docile animal I have ever known. Sometimes I had to check that she was still breathing. My worst nightmare would be to find her dead. She wasn't a young cat. She was born in May 1985 ... so she lived for over 17 years. We practically grew up together. One of my earliest memories is of her being born, in a box on the stairs to the roof, near a sink... (don't ask. It was a 400 year old house LOL)

Her coat was a velvety thick black, turning reddish brown as the roots. She had the most sparkly big emerald green eyes and used to sleep for hours in a patch of sunlight or infront of the gas heater. At nights, she made a great substitute to a hot water bottle. Aaahhh the memories.. cold feet where the least of my worries.

We used to say she 'talked'. Each time we called her name or a variant of it, she'd reply.

"Fang?"

"Meeeh..?"

"Faannngg?"

"Meeeh?"

"Fangle fumps?"

"Meeeeeh?"

"Foossy Fang!"

"Meeeh?" ...et al.


Oh how I miss her! *sheds a tear*

We never forgot you, Fangle Bangle.