Battyfact: You'll notice I sorta fell off at the end here. Not out of laziness (though, when it comes to blogging, I certainly am guilty of that.) No, this got harder and harder to do as I approached the end, because, although this was meant to be a cathartic exercize, getting close to the end of this sorta meant saying goodbye to Batty again, and I didn't really want to do that.
Funny, of all my cats, Batty was always my least favorite. Not that I disliked her by any means, she was just so self-sufficient and strong and confident it did not seem like she needed me, whereas Bumble Buzz, Rufus and Reggie required much more than Batty.
Batty was happy, and loved everybody, and did her own thing, and really seemed to enjoy everything. She loved mischief, and loved to go where she was not supposed to and explore places she had not before. She loved food, loved company, loved other people and animals.
She's been gone for two months now, and the house is empty without her in a way I don't think it would be without the other cats. She was such a dominate force in the house, and she was in many ways the unbridled spirit of our family, if that is not too corny.
She was a really great cat. Sweet and smart and wonderful. I miss you, Batty. We all do.
