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Remembering Kayla on the 27th Anniversary of Her Birth

kayla_cornerSometimes it seems like Kayla’s still just around some corner somewhere.

But as in years past, I’m taking a moment to publically remember my little cat.

Today–October 4th–is the anniversary of her birth, back in 1990.

It’s hard to believe that now, in 2017, it’s been nearly 7 1/2 years since losing her, back in May of 2010.

She’s the only cat I’ve had or ever known where there was a definite date of birth…Kayla was a "purebred," that Dad found in a classified ad when we started looking to get a cat, back in 1992. He’d been a fan of the Himalayan breed, and though I wanted a kitten, he followed up on an ad, and we wound up bringing Miss Kayla Krystal home one January Thursday. As a purebred, she came with "papers" detailing the date of birth, and so on.

Said "papers" got stowed in a compartment on the plastic "pet taxi" vet-carrier and somewhere along the years disappeared. Because we didn’t care about ’em.

Kayla was instantly a part of the family, and other than as a clinical "fact," her being a "purebred" never mattered.

Even now, all these years later…I’ve yet to be able to string together a lengthy post about her. So many memories, across nearly 18 1/2 years…and for all the writing I do, have done, will do…there’s no doing justice to what this little cat meant to me.

To date, she remains one of THE primary "constants" in my life, a presence far longer than anyone other than immediate family.

She’ll always be here, until no one remembers. Always here, always part of my heart such a precious part of my life.

Below: several times Kayla was the focus of a "cover" in my The Life of Walt series of photo pieces.

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Remembering a Kitty

Kayla had a documented birthday, and the novelty of that and the impact it made on me (barely 11 at the time) stuck with me, cementing the date in my memory. October 4th, 1990. She was basically 15 months old when we got her in January of 1992.

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We had to say goodbye to her in early May 2010. While I’d known we didn’t have much time left with her, the exact timing still came as a shock, and crushed me. She’s still with me, often in thought, often in memories. One of extremely few constants in my years of life.


But it’s not the loss I’m noting here…it’s her life. Though I have far too few photos of her, those I do have are too many for a post like this. I’ve selected a quick few to share. I’ve probably shared at least some of these previously, but I do so in the moment today without regard for prior sharing.

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In one of my "go through a bunch of longboxes" projects in October 2009, Kayla joined me, curious about all the activity (if not just seeking attention/company…we were the only two living soul in that house at the time). I had the boxes piled around, and she seemed to have a great time climbing around, checking them out. Kayla rarely would allow any box (or bag or other container that she could get into) last long without her getting into it or on it (or both).

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At one point, I’d left a longbox open without a lid, and she found it, and loved the texture of the comics–she hunkered down and pawed madly at ’em. Some folks might’ve been horrified at the cat doing that to their comics…but me? I grabbed the camera and caught her in the act, comics be darned. My kitty was engaging with the comics.

kayla_pooped_on_wolverine_01Now, back in the early 1990s, there were a bunch of "local one-day events" for comics, including a "First Thursday of the Month" recurring event, held at a local hotel. I’d convinced Dad to take me several times, and one of those times, I found what was at the time a true treasure for me–a $6 copy of Wolverine #1.

Turned out it was a bit water damaged, hence the price at the time. Still, I had Wolverine #1!

HAD.

Kayla did not approve, and one day, I found the issue laying out on my bedroom floor.

Kayla had pooped on it.

Even though it was in a bag/board…I threw it out. I’d not been happy with the waterlogged nature of the thing anyway, so she did me the favor of providing an excellent excuse to trash the thing. (I later obtained a much better-condition copy for a whopping 25 cents!).

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Here she is kinda looking up at me taking the photo.

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And here she’s simply settled in by her ‘feeding area’…in the later years, she’d sometimes sleep here…it was an out of the way corner where she wouldn’t be bothered; she had the cool floor and often a sunbeam…and she was already by the food and water.

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I really like this photo of her in a recliner. Big ol’ chair, small little cat. Like a throne. And she was definite royalty, at least to me.

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This one’s not the greatest photo of either of us…not my best, and she’s turning to squirm away from being held as the photo was taken. But it’s one of extremely few photos that I have where I am actually in the photo WITH her, as I’m 99.9+ percent of the time the one doing the photography with cats…

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This one’s also less than wonderful of me, but has me holding Kayla. She was a ‘purebred’ Himalayan…but I’d swear she was part ‘Ragdoll’ the way she’d let me pick her up and she’d just go with it, totally chill. (By contrast, present-day, I pick Ziggy up and he squirms almost immediately to be put back down).

I could pick Kayla up randomly, and she’d just settle into my arms–even when I’d pick her up and hold her like this on her back.

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Miss Kayla Krystal. October 4, 1990 – May 10, 2010.

Today is the 26th anniversary of her birth. And as far as I can tell, and as far as I did my best in my part to do so, she had a great life…19 1/2 years, just over 18 of which she was part of my life.

Happy Birthday, Little Cat…

25 years ago today, Miss Kayla Crystal was born…a purebred Himalayan. At 15 months, she joined our family–I was 11 at the time. She was just Kayla to us–our cat, a part of our family. Being a Himalayan was incidental to the fact of her place with us.

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Though she left this world in May 2010–nearly 5 1/2 years ago (preceded in September 2008 by our younger cat Christy), her memory is still there, is still here, is still part of me, she is still in my heart and memory and mind and…there just aren’t words for this feeling.

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One of my favorite memories of her, from 2009…I was searching comic boxes, and curious as ever, she joined me, and seemed to really enjoy climbing on the boxes, pawing at them, and even at one point found one I left a lid off and I caught her pawing madly at the tops of some comics. Where some might’ve been horrified…I just wanted the photo of her doing that.

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I miss you, Kayla…

Another year

My Kayla would have been 23 today…

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More Memories

kayla01Today (October 4th) would have been Kayla’s 22nd birthday. She was 19 1/2 when we had to say goodbye back in 2010.

Just the other day I came across a couple photos of her that I’d taken on an old cameraphone years ago, hence the fuzzy quality.

When she came to my family in January 1992, she had “papers”–she was a purebred Sealpoint Himalayan. Officially Miss Kayla Krystal. Part of the “papers” included that we knew her exact birthdate: October 4, 1990.

With us, she was never a show cat. She was simply Kayla, a cherished part of the family, a wonderful little kitty I was blessed to share over 18 years with.

And though she is gone, I remember her today.

Miss Kayla Krystal Kneeland. October 4, 1990 – May 9, 2010.

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Memories

weepnotformeOn September 25, 2008, after just a couple days of trying to get used to the news that our cat Christy had leukemia and wasn’t long for this world, I got that horrible call that she was gone.

And in certain, subtle (and not so subtle) ways, that loss changed my life, changed me.

But I observe this day, recognizing that it’s been four years: somehow–I’m not entirely sure how–four years have gone by without this kitty.

Life goes on, even though I find myself with tears at the back of my eyes as I write this. Life goes on, and I remember her.

13 years we had with her–watching her grow from rambunctious kitten (my favorite memories of her kitten-months were a time she flopped down to play with Kayla (our other, older cat)’s tail–Kayla never liked her tail played with, especially not this interloping kitten) and another time seeing a little black-and-white blur race by flying at a recliner and watching it spin–seeing the kitten hanging from the back.

We got her as my sister’s kitten–my sister picked her, named her (Christy Michelle), but she grew on the whole family…she WAS family.

She’s missed as any member of the family.

Real life. Not some comic book, not some dumb story that turns out to be a dream at the end or some other cliché.

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Remembering Kayla

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Kayla would have been 21 today.

But sadly, I had to say goodbye to her quite suddenly the second weekend in May 2010.

I don’t think a day goes by that she doesn’t at the very least cross my mind. This cat came into my life one January day in 1992, and was a part of my life for more than 18 years.

I can’t even begin to list all the little memories of her, of all the stuff that made one little cat such an extremely important part of my life.

But when we got her, the previous owners gave us her “papers,” which included the official certified birthdate of October 4, 1990. And especially in her final years, this was a date that held extra importance to me.

I’m not even sure what words I’m looking for or how to put them in the right order to truly convey my thoughts and memory and that exact feeling I wish I could get across right now.

I miss my little cat.

She would have been 21 today.

She would have been 20 today

When we got her, she came with “papers.” She was a “purebred” seal-point Himalayan. She was 15 months old, and her full registered name was “Miss Kayla Krystal.”

But we didn’t get her for show, or for breeding. She was our family pet. And while she started out as “the cat,” she quickly became a part of the family. She wasn’t JUST some cat. Not to us. Not to me.

And we were blessed to have her as part of this family for a little over 18 years. She was there when I went off to high school, when I moved out for college. She saw me go through grad school, and beyond.

And that little cat, who meant so much–whose loss still stings, and may always sting (18 years isn’t just some walk in the park)….

She would have been 20 today.

Recent reading, comics’ pricing, and personal loss

AN INSTANT FAVORITE

A number of weeks back, Borders had a 40%-off-one-item coupon. I went into the local Borders intending to purchase The Walking Dead vol. 11. However, on the shelf with about a half-dozen volumes ranging from 1-10, I was unable to locate 11.

So, I browsed. Some interesting books here and there–quite a few of them ones I wouldn’t mind owning…but I reflected even then about the “value” of many of these collected volumes. And how by and large, they just aren’t worth it–and it takes at LEAST a 30% discount off the collected editions’ SRP before I really give ’em a serious look for purchase.

I happened to notice this Iron Man volume. The Invincible Iron Man vol. 1, by Matt Fraction. Not a bad price, even at full price…and with that 40% discount on this solid, hard-covered tome? I decided the zombies could wait.

Of course, life went and got hectic again. I spent a weekend in Michigan visiting a friend–where I splurged and bought the softcover equivalent of the Iron Man volume, but this was Deadpool/Cable vol. 1. A week or so later, having realized I was actually interested in the unfolding X-Men: Second Coming event, I utilized my Amazon certificate (from that massive “glitch” earlier this year) and snagged the X-Force/Cable: Messiah War volume.

I read Messiah War last week, eager to be “caught up” for Second Coming. Also, after reading a couple reviews and one friend specifically recommending the issue, I picked up Invincible Iron Man #25 along with the rest of my regular New Comics Day purchases. I read that issue Thursday at work…and so thoroughly enjoyed it that I immediately dove into that hardcover (as of this typing, it occurs to me that I never finished reading last week’s new issues).

The best way to succinctly describe this book is that Fraction has done for Iron Man what Brubaker did for Captain America. And I no longer care much about what new comics are out tomorrow–I’m interested in tracking down Invincible Iron Man #s 20-24 to fill in the gap…and eager to continue on with Fraction‘s tale of the Iron Man.

COMICS’ PRICING

It also occurs to me as I’m typing that last week’s single issues, at New Comics Day pricing (aka “full/standard/cover price”), were just about as expensive as this Iron Man collected volume. Yet, including the “padding” of 3-4 promotional $1 issues, that was only 9 or 10 comics. The collected volume has 19.

Though it would certainly lack the weekly variety and multi-publisher diversity of the usual, weekly purchases…some of these collected volumes–especially if (sorry, LCS!) ordered via amazon or other discount online retailer–provide a far better value for the buck. And I wonder if my attempts to “run with the other dogs” in reviewing comics weekly hasn’t caused me to turn a blind eye to this.

For the price of 5-10 comics on a Wednesday, I could score some great full-arc stories, in hardcover collected-edition format, each of the volumes having at LEAST 5-10 issues, many having at least 12-15 issues contained between their covers.

For the moment, at least, it’s highly tempting to try to make a ‘break’ from the weekly singles, and invest instead in collected volumes. If only it were REALLY that simple.

REAL LIFE LOSS

Last Sunday (May 9th), I lost one of my oldest friends and most constant companion in this life outside of family/flesh-and-blood: my cat, Kayla.

I can’t even begin to put words to the feelings and emotions of losing Kayla. For over 18 years she was a constant companion… to quote Justin Hartley’s Olliver/Green Arrow from the Smallville season finale: “When your oldest friend leaves forever, there’s really no way to say goodbye.”

I was behind on reviews anyway. For now, I’ll be inconsistent. Maybe a review or two here and there…but it’s gonna be awhile before I ramp back up.

Remembering my cat…one year later.

I don’t even know where to begin…not for this public post. Not with emotions stirred up and raw tonight.

One year ago, after several days of processing a leukemia diagnosis given my cat, I received The Call, and my mom informed me that she was gone.

Just gone, just like that.

I never got to say goodbye.

In my wildest imaginings, in the worst-case-scenario I’d pictured…it never dawned on me until that moment that I would never see Christy again.

So life goes on. It’s been a year.

The feelings seem fresher than ever, perhaps for noting this morbid anniversary.

And maybe some would suggest I forget, that it’s not that big a deal, that she was “just a cat,” or whatever.

But I can’t do that. I won’t do that.

This cat was part of my life for 13 1/2 years, virtually half my life.

And other than my other cat–Kayla–and my sister and parents–there has been no other (human or otherwise) that has been SUCH a constant to this point in my life.

Tonight, I sat down thinking to take several minutes and copy/paste a handful of photos into a single image file. Time passed quickly, and when I next thought about it, well over an hour had passed, and I had this image (below). Click on the image/link for the full-size image.