Erika
came to us from a friend's farm.
Having been born in a barn, put in a box, and brought to our home, she
had never been outside. The first time we took her out into the back
garden, she looked up, realized that there was no ceiling, and had a
panic attack. She had never been outside before, had never been in a
place without a ceiling, and had agoraphobia. She eventually got to
enjoy going out to the garden, but it took two summers for her to feel
completely relaxed about it.

She
seemed quite
pleased when we came home one day with a puppy, Hannah. It may have
been the really big bags of food, or perhaps she just liked having a
big warm dog to cuddle with, but she bonded with Hannah almost
immediately. They spent hours playing together and sleeping together
daily.
There
is much more to a cat's life than playing with her dog, looking out the
window and snoozing. There's catnip. Some of her happiest moments were
spent with a new catnip toy, like this Christmas present in 1994.
There's food. Meal times were, of course, the highlights of any day.
Erika is peeking over the table to make certain that I am preparing her
dinner correctly.
Erika
was a world
traveller. She came with us on posting to Moscow and from there to
Occupied East Jerusalem. At the age of 17 she died, in Palestine. Vets
in Israel and Palestine have no way of burying or cremating bodies of
dead pets. Their only option is to throw them in the garbage. We could
not bear to have our dear little friend treated that way. Our vet
suggested to us that we should find a place outside town and bury her
ourselves. We did. She was laid to rest on a deserted hilltop
overlooking East Jerusalem.
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