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The Conscious Cat Guest Post:The Tortie That Started It All

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It’s our pleasure to share a special guest post by our friend Ingrid King from well known cat website: The Conscious Cat.

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Virginia the Tortie

The Tortie That Started It All

It’s no secret to those who know me that I’m a tortie lover. Beyond their beautiful coloring, there’s just something about tortoiseshell cat’s unique personality, often referred to as tortitude, that appeals to me. Some of you have gotten to know my torties through my blog, The Conscious Cat, and my book, Buckley’s Story. But Allegra, Ruby, Amber and Buckley weren’t the first torties in my life. It all began with Virginia.

I first met Virginia when I went for my first interview for the hospital manager position at a local animal hospital. I had spoken with the owners briefly before my interview, but really didn’t know what to expect. This was in the days before every animal hospital had a website. I knew what I was looking for in a potential employer as far as practice philosophy, and in addition, I was looking for a clinic that had that intangible right “feel.”

As soon as I walked into the waiting room of the hospital, I knew I had found the right place. There was an old-fashioned wooden bench, a rocking chair, and the walls were covered with photos of dogs and cats. A large free-standing cage held several kittens. When one of the owners, Janet, came up to greet me, I was even more sure. I instantly liked her. She took me back to her office and began the interview.

After a few minutes, a beautiful tortoiseshell cat walked into the office. “That’s Virginia,” explained Janet. “She’s one of our two hospital cats.” Virginia proceded to walk over to me, looked up at me, and then dug her claws into my legs and used them as a scratching post. I wondered whether that was part of the interview – a test, perhaps, to see how I would react? In hindsight, I realized that, of course, this was the moment she marked me as her own. I had dressed up for the interview and was wearing a skirt and pantihose – I can honestly say it was the first and only time in my life I left an interview with runs in my pantihouse caused by kitty claws! The interview went well, and I left feeling hopeful that I would be offered the job.

A couple of weeks later, the owners called and invited me to go out to dinner. We sealed the deal over dinner, and I spent the next eight wonderful years working at the animal hospital. And the fact that Virginia was part of the deal only increased my happiness.

She was estimated to be about ten years old. She was FIV positive. FIV is the feline version of the aids virus. It is contagious, but is primarily spread through bite wounds. Casual, non-aggressive contact does not spread the virus, and it is not zoonotic, which means it cannot be spread from cat to humans. However, Virginia’s owners were not comfortable keeping an FIV positive cat and had left her at the animal hospital for euthanasia. Somehow, the hospital staff never got around to it, and by the time someone remembered, she had wormed her way into too many hearts for them to go through with it.

Virginia was the poster child for “tortitude.” She had definitely read the manual. She was feisty, independent, and set in her ways. The only other animal she liked was Marmy, our other hospital cat. She didn’t care for any of the many cats and dogs that came and went every day, or stayed at the hospital.
She liked most of the staff members, but this was not always mutual. She thought nothing of using her claws if she felt like someone wasn’t doing her bidding (ie, petting her properly, feeding her on her schedule, or committing any number of transgressions only she knew about).

None of these were exactly the kinds of qualities you’d look for in a hospital cat. At one point, early on during my tenure as manager, there was talk of sending her to a nearby sanctuary for FIV positive cats. I was nervous about doing so, but I set an ultimatum: if Virginia went, so would I. Thankfully, by then Janet and Jack had come to rely on me, and took my “threat” seriously. Virginia got to stay.

She loved me fiercely. She would be at the door to greet me each morning. When I took a few days off, the staff would tell me that she’d been looking for me, and when I returned to work, the look on her face made it clear that she did not appreciate being abandoned like that. She had her routine, and it didn’t vary much from day to day. In the morning, she’d sleep in a cat bed I had placed in front of a sunny window on my desk, next to my computer. She’d spend most mornings napping, but she also made sure that I paid attention to her, often clawing at my “mouse hand” to get my attention. As lunch time got closer, she would park herself on the bench in the exam room adjacent to my office, where most of the staff gathered for lunch each day. She loved to mooch off of peoples’ lunches, with morsels of meat or cold cuts and yogurt, especially peach flavored, being favorites.

For four years, she made my office my home away from home. She showed no symptoms of her disease. Then, in the spring of 2002, she started to decline rapidly. She seemed to lose energy, and her always healthy appetite started to wane. She couldn’t make it to the litter box in time and had frequent accidents outside the box. She wouldn’t come to greet me at the door in the mornings. An ultrasound showed that her heart and liver were in bad shape.
On a sunny April morning, we decided that it was time. I spent her last morning in the office with her in her bed by my side. When I wasn’t crying, I was calling staff members who were not on duty that day to let them know, in case they wanted to be present for her final moments. I held her on my lap in the office, surrounded by all the people who had been a part of her world, as she took her last breath. I don’t think there are many cats who got the kind of send off she did.

I still miss her. The photo above was on my desk at the animal hospital until I left; now, it’s on a shelf in my office here at home. She was my introduction to and beginning of my love affair with torties. She still has a piece of my heart.

Ingrid King is the award winning author of Buckley’s Story: Lessons from a Feline Master Teacher. She is a former veterinary hospital manager turned writer. Ingrid’s award winning blog, The Conscious Cat. I came up with the tagline, “catnip for the cat lover’s soul” which sums up a comprehensive resource for conscious living, health and happiness for cats and their humans.

25 Comments

  • Sharell Otte

    Ingrid…I would like to schedule a “phone conversation” with you if possible. I am an ex-Critical Care R.N./E.R. R.N. Now retired, with a beautiful Tortie!!! She has suddenly become ill…not vomiting and diarrhea like some, but weird symptoms…painful, swollen, red pads of feet, white “millet like scabs” all over, lethargy, a “group” of small hard “bumps” inner upper thighs, terribly painful with hind leg joints excruciatingliy painful!!! Can’t touch them!!! Drooling…going on for a bit…”eye teeth” on top long and digging into bottom lip, so keeps mouth somewhat open?? My nursing diagnosis!
    Terrible breath. On Wellness for several years!!! Picky eater…was on Raw Rabbit…loved it, but you know…one day said “Enough Mom” & that was that. I think, but not sure this may coincide with formula change??? Had them send me old and new ingredients, but looks, improved to my eye, not worse, but…..blogs are terrifying me!!! Vet visit is tomorrow. We have no Holistic Vet in our area in Ks., or I would be outside their door…firm believer. I’m so scared!! Love her to death!!! She’s about 8.5yrs old. Just a darling. Vomits occas., but due to gobbling when eating! Is WELL
    taken care of. Just want your opinion on Wellness before tomorrow if possible.
    You don’t seem to want to talk about it online…makes me nervous. Pls. let me know…
    I don’t have much money Ingrid…in the middle of a crisis, but a little left on a Credit Card, and Thank God, I do have ASPCA Pet Insurance. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
    Sharell Otte # where we had an ABUNDANCE of wonderful Holistic Vets!!!! I miss them everyday!! Love your site and post!!!

    • Layla Morgan Wilde

      Sharell, you’re commenting on a very old post. Ingrid has her contact info on her website. I hope your vet visit went well. Re: Wellness, as a cat behaviorist, it’s one of the brands we recommend. Let me know if I can be of further assistance and all best with your cat. I’ve removed your tel number for your online security.

  • Katie Isabella

    My sisfur Admiral was a long haired beautiful Tortie. She passed away about 2 minths ago and mommy grieves her leaving after they were a team for 14 years, but she gave me a home and now we have each other to love and hold and build a team. xoxoxo

  • Bobbi Hahn

    Beautiful story, Ingrid. Of course I was in tears reading about “the last day.” I’ve had several of those myself, and it’s always heartbreaking. But I feel it’s the ultimate responsibility for a caring pet owner; when I signed on to become caretaker for each of my precious cats and dogs, I knew such a day could come. And as awful as it was for me, I had to be there as they breathed their last – how could I not? My final loving gesture was holding them in my arms, whispering “I love you,” sharing my gratitude for their being such a good cat/dog, saving my sobs until it was over, so as not to upset them.

  • Kathy Thompson

    Ingrid what a beautiful story! The clinic where I worked also had a wonderful girl that was left for euthanasia and it never quite happened either. I have so many beautiful little paw prints on my heart from all the little fur babies that have walked thru my soul. I still miss each one of them even those that weren’t mine. Thank you again for sharing Virginia’s story. Purrs and kitty kisses to you and your beautiful feline family Skeeter,Izzy and “Mom” Kat(thats me) >^”^< praying eyes

  • Deb Barnes - Zee and Zoey

    What a lovely story – beautifully written and I instantly felt a bond and connection with Virginia from those few brief paragraphs. She clearly made a mark on your life and heart Ingrid for the journey you have been taking with the wonderful Tortie breed! Thank you for sharing.

  • Pam Kimmell

    Lovely story and perfect example of how we discover early on the joys of sharing time, love and life with our felines. As for our cats who have been in our lives and moved on to the Rainbow Bridge – those pieces of our heart most certainly were given unconditionally and we ALWAYS treasure the time we had together.

    Great post.
    Pam

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