Jada Parker

Jada’s Story

I want to tell you all about our special kitty, Jada (I often told her she was the best in the world).

We went to the shelter on Strawberry Ave. in Lewiston to find a kitty and Desmond picked out Jada - a pretty kitty, with a white face, shoulders, belly and paws and dark gray head, ears, "saddle" and tale. And jade green eyes! The first night home she slept on Desmond's pillow above his head with her paw wrapped around his head. I think she had belonged to a man previously as she seemed to think she was Desmond's cat but she soon became also mine. I knew I had made the grade when she began to give me head butts. She often rested on our bed with one of her paws on us. Such a sweet loving kitty.

Whoever owned her before us (she was nine) apparently fed her table food.  Whenever we sat down to eat, she wanted to eat too and to have a taste of what we were eating. She particularly liked scrambled eggs and mac & cheese but also bits of chicken or fish from an unseasoned portion. If she could not have what we were having, I would give her a Greenies treat along with her canned food and that satisfied her.

When we first came to WBTS and I was missing our previous house, Jada helped to make this place feel like home. We got permission to put a cat door in the basement door so she could have her potty pan downstairs. If I was going up or down and she wanted to accompany me, she waited for me to close the big door so she could use her very own.

She loved being at the summer cottage at Empire Grove. Our screen door there came all the way down so she could lie on the inside mat and watch the kids, squirrels and birds. Whenever one of us needed to go out, she politely moved over to let us go but she was never tempted to go out herself. When we returned, she again moved over to let us in but never offered to go out the door.

She did love our deck here at WBTS though. We put a gate across the outdoor stairs and she spent a lot of time out there watching the geese on the drainage pond and the crows and turkeys and just basking in the sun.

She had a pretty way of  standing and sitting with her velvety little front toes  pointing out as in a ballet stance - feminine and graceful. So dear.

But her kidneys failed. We called a home visiting vet who came to us and she helped Jada slip away.

Our sweet kitty is gone now from our sight but not from our hearts.

-Mary Parker