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Hera, Queen Kitty

Hera, I remember how you won my heart over at the Berea Animal Shelter. How you purred for 3 days non-stop after we brought you home. How you loved ice cream, especially mint chocolate chip. You would sit beside me and swat at the spoon with your paw just so you could get a little to lick off. How you would sit behind me and tap my shoulder as if to say: “Excuse me.” How you would reach into a glass of milk as far as you needed to, get your paw all soaked with milk and lick it off. How you stalked lil’ Zeus when he was puppy, even had him cornered in the kitchen, cowering in fear! How you would sit beside me as I cooked, tapping me on the leg, hoping for just a little morsel to “fall” to the floor. How you liked to walk on a leash in the backyard and how you hated to come back in. Boy, did you get mad! How, if one of us had the audacity to step on you, there was a 24-hour retaliation period. However, with Zeus, you learned he had to be taught right away! When Zeus first discovered that the claws he once feared turned into “velvet mittens”. After that he tried to carry you around, which you didn’t care for at all. He figured it out eventually when he started hanging off of his upper lip by your teeth! How a slight feline (fe-lion) like yourself walked with such heavy-footed authority as you came down the stairs. How you made the dogs wait behind you as you drank from their water dish or ate from their food bowl. They knew better than to mess with the “Queen”! How the sound of an alarm clock caused you to stomp into the room, stand on my chest, and glare at me until I awoke. How Daddy could get you all riled up just by making beeping sounds. You would paw at his head, head-butt him, and sometimes nibble on him to get him to stop. How you ate corn right off of the cob! And you loved other people food too: steak, hamburger, pasta, and pizza to name a few. How you taught Aphie how to play. How much you didn’t really care for the “dipping the kitty” and “footsie, ootsie” that always accompanied meds time. How you waited for me to finally sit my butt down on Sunday mornings with the paper. You would run over, jump on my lap and make biscuits before lying down. (You got a little annoyed with the paper brushing your ear, but you never left.) How you would come in at night, lay on my chest and purr me to sleep with your special song. We love you very much and will always remember our sweet little Hera kitty.
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