Sophie

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2007 was a year of major transitions for me. I was trying to glue together the pieces of my life after my divorce was final. I bought my house. I started this blog. And Sophie passed through my life.

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Frightened to death on her first day with me, April 2007

My older son, then just 10 years old, was just sure I was lonely now that I didn’t live with the rest of the family anymore. So he conspired to make sure I always had a companion at home, and with his mother’s help, he found me a kitten. When I picked up my sons at their mother’s house one mid-April afternoon, my son surprised me with a box full of Sophie.

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Drawing her out, first day

Sophie was teeny tiny, fitting in the palm of my hand. And she was petrified. When we got back to my church’s parsonage, where I was living, she dove out of the box and under the coffee table, shivering in fright. I spent much of the evening coaxing her out. Food and water failed, but play worked. As I dragged a stray bit of cord across the carpet, her natural chase-and-pounce instincts kicked in.

Meanwhile, I was angry. I didn’t want to break my son’s empathetic heart, which was enormous in what he tried to do for me, so I kept my feelings to myself. But I didn’t want any pets. The divorce was the most crushingly stressful time of my life and I was just barely able to hold it together taking care of myself and my sons. I didn’t want any more responsibility. And I couldn’t believe my son’s mother would go in for giving a kitten as a surprise gift. I thought she should know better, and I told her so later that evening in no uncertain terms, well out of my son’s earshot.

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So tiny!

It took about a week for Sophie to relax and feel at home in the parsonage. She began to bond to me, following me around the house and finding ways to be in physical contact with me. I’ve never had a cat bond to me so hard, not even my old buddy Max. Sometimes Sophie insisted on being in my lap, and other times she hunkered down nearby. She was always my shadow.

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Fuzzy cat butt, late April

She became intensely drawn to the outside, and any time I opened a window, she was in it. Shortly she began trying to skirt by me when I opened the door to leave. She became very determined, but I always stopped her from getting out. I don’t believe in letting cats outside where they can get into fights with other cats, be harmed by larger animals, or be crushed under a car’s wheels. Sophie had to be content looking out the window.

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By mid-August, she had grown up and filled out

I routinely left windows open for Sophie when I went to work so she could enjoy the breezes and the outside smells. She loved this window in particular because she could stretch out in it. But I guess fleas jumped in and onto her through the screens, and soon I had the worst flea infestation I’d ever seen. They got into the carpets; as I walked through the house I could see and feel them jumping up and bouncing off my legs. I had to spray flea killer through the entire house three times, each time sequestering poor Sophie to a crate in the garage all day. I never opened a window again, and never saw another flea.

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Late October. She loved to lie under this rug.

As summer turned to fall, Sophie turned destructive. Early on, when I’d come home from work she’d make a beeline for me and pester me terribly. Her meows were urgent and agitated. Clearly, she had been very lonely all day. Then one day I came home and found the laces of every pair of shoes I owned chewed clean through. And then she chewed holes in a woven blanket on my bed. Soon many woven items in my home had chew holes all through them. One day I came home and caught her at it. She was busily chewing holes in a crocheted throw an aunt had made for me – pressing into it with her feet and suckling on it like a kitten nursing with its mother. Sophie, who had been so tiny when she came to live with me, had been taken from her mother too soon.

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In my new house, early December.

I bought my house and moved in October, and thankfully Sophie transitioned easily and settled in quickly. One of her favorite perches was the top of my computer chair. Because I keep my computer in the middle of the house, from there Sophie could see almost everywhere within her new domain.

Sophie’s reign of destruction continued in my new home until I put away the woven and corded things she liked to chew through. When I forgot to put away a blanket or left a sweater on my bed, I’d come home from work to find it damaged. Then she turned to knocking houseplants and bric-a-brac off tables, overturning wastebaskets, and eating cardboard. Her cries when I came home from work became even more urgent and her manner became almost frenzied.

And I wasn’t handling it very well. I was still recovering emotionally and I was pretty fragile. Coming home to find one more thing damaged or destroyed could unhinge me. Sopie’s constant demands of my time and attention grew stifling.

It was clear: my poor cat was very unhappy, and I just wasn’t able to meet her needs. I needed to find her a better home.

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Early December. This was another of Sophie’s favorite places.

I reached out to my ex-wife, who loves cats. While we were married, we had as many as four at a time. When I offered her Sophie, she proposed a deal: she’d trade me for our dogs. She loved Gracie and Sugar, but they required more frequent care than her cats. Her long work days left the poor dogs home for very long stretches of time. I worked a more dog-friendly schedule, and so we made the trade. I was thrilled to have the dogs, and hopeful that Sophie would settle in well among my ex’s cats.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way. My sons tell me that Sophie tried to bully the other cats, so they rejected her. When I next saw Sophie, about a year later, she had been sent to live outside for the sake of harmony in the clowder. She came running from the garage to meet me, purring and meowing. Her fur had grown thicker and longer; she was astonishingly beautiful. My heart hurt for her, though. She still wasn’t getting what she needed: a home where she could have good companionship, which would finally provide her peace and security.

Last I heard, Sophie disappeared. I still feel a little anger over how things turned out for poor Sophie, who didn’t deserve the life she got.


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13 responses to “Sophie”

  1. 62Skylark Avatar
    62Skylark

    Thank you for sharing a heart touching story. Poor Sophie indeed. I imagine you may always remember her as a tiny kitten. By the way, I learned about your website from Curbside Classics and enjoy both very much.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thank you! Glad you came over from CC. Sophie was tiny for such a short time, but yes, those are my best memories of her.

  2. 62Skylark Avatar
    62Skylark

    Jim,

    I had to use my wife’s e-mail address to post my comment as 3 other e-mail accounts we use were shown as not valid. Why does this happen?

    Thank you.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      I don’t know what the problem is. I logged out of my WordPress account and added some test comments using e-mails that weren’t valid, such as abcde@fgh.ijk, and they all worked. I checked my spam and awaiting-approval filters and didn’t find any new comments in there, so it looks like yours were simply rejected outright. I just can’t explain it.

      1. 62Skylark Avatar
        62Skylark

        Thank you for checking and responding! I guess I should have used a bogus one :-)

  3. Lone Primate Avatar
    Lone Primate

    Whew, that was kind of hard to read.

    I’m not sure how things would have turned out for one of my cats, Twinkle, if I’d been under the kind of stress you were when I got her. I had some pretty dark thoughts about Twinkle–who should have been called “Tinkle”, my roommate joked–so I can certainly sympathize.

    I sure hope Sophie found what she needed.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Me too, wherever she is.

  4. Dani Avatar
    Dani

    Wow. I had forgotten about Sophie. I hope she has found a happy place.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Me too. Poor thing.

  5. Sandy Avatar
    Sandy

    The end was hard to read. Sophie was such a beautiful cat… I sure hope she found what she needed.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks, Sandy. The ending was a little hard to write, too.

  6. N.S. Palmer Avatar
    N.S. Palmer

    A sad and moving story. And with a moral: Sophie was like all of us. We don’t choose our circumstances,our innate personalities, or our eccentricities, but they often choose for us the paths our lives take — for good and for ill.

    But for the good moments, I’m glad that you had Sophie and that she had you.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Yes, you’re right, we get the hand we’re dealt and have to make the best of it. Sophie was a dear, and it’s too bad her issues and mine didn’t lead to a long, successful pairing.

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