There are so many things about Seven that we miss. I think
I could write pages and pages of memories and how she was
such a wonderful blessing. In the little over three years
that I had her, she brought so much joy and happiness to my
life. I want to share the stories of her life and the blessings
that she brought to us.
Seven got her name
When Seven came into our lives, it wasn't under the best
circumstances for her. She was a stray who found her way onto
my parents' land. My dog, who likes cats (no, not to pet and
love, but to eat) decided he was going to make her his lunch.
My parents discovered Seven when they went outside to find
out why my dog was barking up an electrical pole, and sure
enough there at the top was a tiny little kitten (there was
some question at the time as to whether it was a tiny kitten
or a squirrel)! My parents called the electic company, who
was very hesitant to make a trip out, because they figured
she would make a wrong move and would not survive by the time
they got there. After much convincing, the electric company
finally agreed to come out and try to get the kitten down.
She was rescued and taken in by my parents.
She was given the name of Seven, because she had used two
of her nine lives by out-running my dog and surviving an electrical
pole! My mom called me up at school and told me the story.
At the time, I was in my last semester at college, and I decided
this little kitten needed me and I would adopt her. I picked
her up at Thanksgiving and brought her back to school with
me. She became my little kitty.
and my kitty
Looking back, I find it interesting that I decided to adopt
a kitten at that time. It was a transition time in my life
- school was ending and I was getting ready to find a job
and move. I had never thought of myself as a cat person -
I thought I enjoyed dogs much more. Adopting Seven though
was one of the best decisions I've made. Seven and I took
some time to get to know one another. When I first got her,
she liked to hide a lot. She would come out to play and to
eat, but she seemed to like to keep to herself. As time went
on, she and I grew very close.
Seven greeted me every morning with loud purring and rubbing
against my leg. After she was awake enough, she would perch
on her hind legs and stretch her front paws up on my leg.
This little act meant that she was ready to be picked up and
held. She loved to have her face rubbed at this time too.
Seven was always there for me. Being a cat, she liked to
do things on her own time and terms. But she also understood
that she needed to be there for me. She liked to be where
I was. If I was reading or watching tv, she would lay nearby
and snooze, opening an eye every once and awhile to check
on me and make sure I was still there. She watched me as I
worked on my computer. She liked to sit on the kitchen table
and watch as I fixed dinner, her eyes half closed in an effort
to try to stay awake and not miss any of the excitement, but
still half asleep. She gave a quiet contented "meow"
every once and awhile just to say "hi".
Seven was a talker. You could say something to her and she
would respond. Or you could say nothing to her, and she would
talk anyway. She was a smart little kitty who understood many
words. She especially liked the words "treat" and
Whenever we went somewhere, Seven always seemed to know when
we would be back. As soon as the door opened, she would be
standing right on the other side. Depending on how long we
were gone, she would have different "meows." Short
trips lead to short quiet meow greetings, while longer trips
resulted in longer more pronounced meows. I often wondered
what exactly she was saying, but I think I have an idea. The
times we were gone longer resulted with scolding mixed with
happy meows that probably meant, "Where were you? You
are past your curfew. I'm glad you're back though. You know,
it wouldn't hurt you to leave the space heater on when you
go somewhere. You may pick me up now and rub my face."
and his kitty
A reflection of Seven's life... by Brian:
We miss Seven very much! I'll never forget how she would
always put a smile on our faces. Everyday after work she would
hear me open the door and would come bombing over to greet
me with a "meow" and a "meow, it's time to
She was always curious when she visited new places, like
her first trip to the cabin in Maryland where she got to know
all the trophy animals with a quick sniff. And we certainly
won't forget her circus balancing act while pacing back and
forth across the second floor railing... what a brave kitty!
I'll always remember how every morning she would crawl out
of her bed, take several minutes to wake up, and venture over
to where I was eating breakfast. She would sniff my food every
morning to make sure I wasn't sneaking into her food.
Seven knew how to make everything her business.
Any plants brought into our home were promptly dissected.
Spiders and any other unlucky insects also met their fate
if she happened to spy them before they could scurry into
some unreachable space too small for kitty paws. Let's just
say we've never had an insect or pest problem. Human visitors
were viewed with more caution at first because they were a
bit bigger than her. As soon as she was comfortable enough,
she would introduce herself by sniffing them and then allowing
them to pet her head.
Seven liked small areas... or high areas...
or warm areas... best of all was if she could find an area
that consisted of all three. Perhaps that is why she found
her perfect place on top of the kitchen cabinets close to
the heat supply from the ceiling (the heat supply doesn't
show in the picture, but you can see her hanging out on top
of the cabinets on the pictures
I'm a fan of space heaters, and so was Seven.
This was also a favorite place to rest, sleep or just hang
out. She was perfectly content to lay in front of the space
heater for as long as it was on... taking breaks only due
to a call of nature or the need for food or water.
We really didn't train Seven. She trained us.
She believed that whenever Brian was in the kitchen, it was
for the sole purpose of preparing one of her favorite gourmet
treats. Sometimes, it wasn't just his intention to prepare
something for her because of course, Brian liked to prepare
himself a snack. She would immediately reprimand
him that his behavior was incorrect. According to her, he
was allowed to prepare himself a snack, but he must also make
something for her, and he must do it quickly. She would remind
him of this by meowing quite clearly and loudly and trying
to scale up the front of the kitchen cabinets to get to the
counter so that she could show Brian what he was supposed
to be doing.
Since I work at home, and she was with me at
all times, we had to compromise on a schedule of when the
best times were to play and when to have face rubs. Ok, we
really didn't compromise. Seven let me know when it was time
to play by dragging a toy from the living room to me, while
I was working at my computer. One of her favorite toys, given
to her by my dad, consisted of a long wire with a fuzzy thing
at the end. She would pick up the fuzzy thing in her mouth
and drag the long wire behind her with some difficulty since
it was long and often got stepped on by her little paws. She
quickly learned it was best to try to walk side-ways when
she had this toy in her mouth, although this didn't always
prevent her from stepping on the long wire. She knew it was
my job to swing the toy around by the wire, and she would
chase after it as though it was a life of its own and she
had no idea that I was controlling it. These play times were
relaxing and it brought me much joy to see her so active and
mesmerized by the thrill of a good chase.
Seven was a fastidious little groomer. She liked
to keep herself well-groomed and she was careful as to what
she stepped in (or didn't step in), which made clean-up for
us quite easy as far as cat-care is concerned.
Sometimes she was gracious enough to share her
gift of grooming with us. This pretty much occured if we had
been eating something with our hands and then we went over
to pick her up. She would save us a trip to the sink by licking
off whatever savory flavor that had been on our hands.
One particular day, Brian was sitting on the
couch minding his own business, and she decided he needed
a good scalp treatment. She carefully picked up sections of
his hair with her front paws and proceeded to meticulously
clean until she was satisfied that he had a much cleaner head
miss you Seven
All of these stories and descriptions are why we miss Seven
so much. She was a part of our family and we miss all the
aspects that made up her character. She was such a wonderful
and loving animal. She will remain in our hearts forever.