Roxy (aka Roxann) came to us in October 1999 via my brother-in-law, Jim. His dentist had this beautiful blue point Siamese he couldn't keep because she was catching chipmunks and thereby terrorizing his small children. Well, of course I would take her! No problem, I keep my cats inside anyway. |
Roxy didn't come to us with that name. Her name was Yoko. Oh no, that wouldn't do. We thought about it and came up with Roxann but eventually shortened it to Roxy. She joined our other Siamese, Jake and our part Siamese, Lucy. These two immediately ganged up on her. It took a while but eventually all three were living in harmony.
In 2001 we lost Jake to kidney failure and about a year later we lost Lucy. This made Roxy an only cat, a job she filled with ease. She loved following me around the house (always underfoot -- I had to watch for her). She would wait patiently for me to pet her or pick her up but if it took too long, she would pat, pat, pat my leg to remind me she was there.
Her chipmunk killing days were far from over. We enclosed our patio in 2000 but there were some small gaps -- just small enough for chipmunks to get in. They did and she got them. I believe she added three to her total catch before we sealed off the gaps. She was a great mouser too; often leaving her 'catch' next to the bed for me to find. Yuck!
I left for Florida the Sunday before she died. My wonderful next-door-neighbor was watching her. Evidently, Roxy had a spell in the night and passed away. I can't help but wonder if I had been there would I have noticed and been able to take her to the emergency vet but then again, how many times can you do that to prolong the life of a pet you dearly love. I know she was in pain and I suspect she waited for me to leave so she could die. Rest in Peace my beautiful Roxy.