Shiloh

Once upon a time there was a black kitty named Shiloh. Shiloh was a Manx so among other things she was born with no tail (so she was never, ever afraid in the hypothetical room full of rocking chairs). Manx cats were originally bread as hunters and Shiloh was certainly no slouch in this department. She prided herself in leaving treats on the door step for her Mommy and Daddy to find. She also had the stereotypical Manx trait of liking to be higher in the room then everyone else. Her favorite spot in the world was an old duffel bag that sat way on top of a cabinet in her garage. It was no easy task for her to get to this spot as she would have to jump from the top of her little bed/house to a ladder then to another ladder and finally on top of the cabinet and safely inside her duffel bag. It was always easy to tell that Shiloh was there because her two little ears stuck up out into the air. Shiloh would stay up there for hours making sure that the activity below her did not involve anything that should be hunted down.

Shiloh had a friend named Gloria. They weren't always best friend but when they were they would chase each other all over and pretend like they were fighting. Shiloh loved to crouch down in the grass and wait for Gloria to come along and then jump out as if on attack. She also liked to do this same thing to people walking back from the mailbox which sat out at the side of the street.

Shiloh's daddy loved everything about her. He especially liked that she would walk him out to the mailbox, or greet him in the driveway when he came home from work, or jump on his back when he bent down to tie his shoes and then scramble up onto his shoulders when he would stand up straight and he really loved that whenever he whistled Shiloh would come running to find out what he wanted. Shiloh loved to hang around with Dad. She would accompany him on whatever task he was doing. One of Dad's favorite memories was when Shiloh sat with him in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the night when he was trying to catch her brother Levi the dog who had once again got through the electric fence.

Shiloh loved attention. She could sit and be petted for hours, purring the entire time and look at you with that "is that all you got" look when you stopped petting her. She some times turned to the dogs if she wasn't getting enough pets and rub up against them until they showed her some love. Sometimes you would find all of them curled up together enjoying a little nap.

Sadly this story does not have a happy ending with Shiloh taking long naps in the hammock this summer with Dad. Shiloh is not with us anymore. She died mysteriously last week but at least it did not look like she suffered at all. The Doc thinks it may have been a heart attack.

Shiloh was the best kitty ever, she will be missed and never forgotten.

That's all for now.