Martha, a Tuxedo cat, passed after loving me for almost 18 years. Loving me on her terms, when and how she wanted to do so. Ahhhh, The Life of a cat owner. When one loves a cat you’re in for a wild ride.
I’d had another tuxedo cat before Martha, infamous Ernie, a biter, scratcher and terrorizer. He was a street cat off the streets of NOLA. Lost most of his tail in a fight one night, jumped up on the mantle and left his blood initiating us on life with Ernie.
Not so long ago with no more inside house pets, I decided to take in four feral kittens as outside barn working cats. A tuxedo, Marte, French for Martha, is my Martha reincarnate, with a much softer touch, but with the same adventurous spirit.