.If you have ventured here from Kevan's Page, you know who Yummy is by now. But you don't know Yummy's story. It is part of Kevan's story so it belongs here too.
Yummy was Kevan's cat, but not just any cat. She was a Siamese, a gift for him for his third birthday. They were best friends from the time he got her. She loved him in a way that I have never seen before. We used to call her Kevan's other mother because she was so fiercely loyal and protective of him. She groomed him at night like he was her kitten. So many mornings he would get up and one side of his head would be slicked back, wet with cat spit where she had lovingly licked him all night long. We would laugh and then wash his head before he could go off to school. I know she must have thought he was very precious to spend her night grooming him so thoroughly.
Yummy gave Kevan courage through the years. He was always proud to introduce his friends to his special cat, although she was not always happy to see him bring friends home. I think she wanted to pre-screen them first! (Well, okay, we would have liked to have pre-screened a few of them ourselves!) Kevan and Yummy were pretty much inseparable.
Yummy was nearing 17 years old and was getting feeble and arthritic in her limbs. Then she started having trouble keeping her food down. I tried switching food, giving her vitamins, feeding her in small but frequent amounts and so forth but nothing worked for long. I talked with her vet and considered taking her to be put down but just couldn't bring myself to do it. Now I know why . . . on the evening of the 29th of May, Yummy had ventured out to the front porch and was just sitting there, staring off into space. This was very unusual for her as she rarely went outside and if she did it was only during the hottest part of the day in the full sunlight as Siamese tend to be cold all the time. I had to run some errands so I decided I would bring her in when I came back. When I went to get her, maybe 20 minutes later, she was no where to be found. I called and called but no Yummy. I called for her through the night but still no Yummy. I was very worried but figured she may have went off to die. Little did I realize that her instincts about her precious Kevan were better than my own. I will never forget the knock on my door the morning of the 30th of May. It was about 6:30 in the morning and I pushed the curtain aside to see who was outside and saw the police car in front of our house. I knew in my heart it was bad. Our son had been taken to an area hospital after an accident, was all the police officer would say. But when I got there, our precious son had already gone to be with the Lord. In the midst of our grief, we did not continue to look for Yummy but a neighbor found her a couple of days later on his property and quietly took her and buried her next to our house.
There is a legend that animals cross a rainbow bridge when they die where they stay and wait for their special person to arrive for them. Yummy and Kevan were so close in life, she wasn't going to let her "Kitten Kevan" go on without her. I believe Yummy held on because she knew she was going to wait for Kevan and accompany him across the Rainbow Bridge. I would have expected no less from this special cat who loved a boy so much in life that she would go with him in death. The following is Yummy's story. If you copy, please just credit me where you got it and tell people about the greatest love story there ever was.
Hugs to you Yummy, Take care of our precious kitten in heaven!
Yummy’s Kitten
A love story
When I was just a kitten myself, I was moved to a strange place, away from my furry mother, away from my brothers and sisters, away from the people I knew. But my new people seemed nice and there was even a kitten person who was very small, but not as small as me. The great mother person told me “this is Kevan, he is three years old today and you are going to be his best friend.” I looked at the small person kitten and gave him a sniff. He smelled like milk and hot dogs, I was in love. The kitten person patted my head like the great mother told him and I was so happy.
The kitten person grew as did I and we played and slept together. He seemed to grow much bigger than I but he still smelled like a kitten. One day, I decided I wanted to have kittens of my own. Oh no, said the great mother person, we are going to take you to the Dr. so there won’t be any kittens. After a trip in the car and a strange place with strange smells, I fell asleep and when I woke up, my tummy hurt really bad, ouch! But the kitten person was looking in the cage at me, smiling and making sounds. I felt a purr escape from my throat and I knew everything was going to be okay.
The kitten person and I slept curled up next to each other on the bed. He still smelled so good, like milk and hot dogs. I decided this must be my kitten and I was going to be a good mother so licked the golden fur on his head until it was slick and clean. In the morning, the great mother laughed when she saw the kitten boy with his hair all flat on one side. I thought he looked beautiful and I loved him so. At night I would sleep but not so soundly that I did not hear the sounds of the night. The great mother person would open the door to our room and peek inside. Raaaaahhhhhhhh I would say very softly yet firmly . . . I am watching over the kitten, there is no need for you to worry. The great mother would smile and say, “thank you for watching over my boy, Yummy.” And I would lay back down beside his head and keep him safe and warm.
As the years went by, kitten person grew long and bigger. His legs stuck out from under the blanket. He had new smells but still smelled like milk and hot dogs. He went away one morning and didn't come back until late in the afternoon. I met him at the door and said “rahhhhhhhhh . . . where have you been my kitten, I have been worried sick about you.” My kitten smiled and ran his hand down my back (that felt so good) and kissed me and said “I went to school, I will be gone every day but will come back every afternoon.” Sometimes he kept his word, sometimes he didn't. Sometimes he didn't come back until the next day and I would lay on the bed and worry about him. Sometimes he would bring other kitten persons over to the house and they would sometimes stay overnight. One time, I was not happy to see a kitten person with fur the color of moon beams come through the door. Rahhhhhhhhh, I said. The moon beam kitten person jumped, he was so scared. I laughed to myself and walked away.
My kitten person got bigger and his sound started to change. It was deeper, more like the great father person. His smells started to change too, when he would clean his fur with water, (yuck) and use his litter box, he would return to me and smell so different, a little like flowers and spices. His kitten fur grew long and it became harder for me to groom him. He played loud sounds, music he called it. I covered my ears with my paws. He would smile and smooth the fur on my back and I would forgive him.
My kitten person would stay away more and more, I missed him. Of course, we had other cats who were added to our family over the years but they annoyed me. I missed my kitten person and no one else would do.
The years passed and it became harder for me to jump up on the bed. My kitten person would smile and lift me up and run his hand down my back, that felt so good, and I would purr. My legs didn't work as well and I couldn't run like I used to and I wanted to sleep more. My tummy hurt more and food wouldn't stay down in my tummy. I was sad that I couldn't groom my kitten or myself like I used to.
One night, I had a dream, a great meadow spread out before me with a bridge made of rainbows at the end. I ran out to the meadow, my legs strong and fast, my fur shiny and beautiful again. I wanted to cross the bridge but couldn't leave my kitten behind. But there on the side of the bridge I saw someone, it was my kitten person! He scooped me up in his arms and scratched my chin and smiled at me, just like always. I licked his face and he smelled like milk and hot dogs again. We walked over the bridge together, never to be apart again.
In loving memory of Yum Yum McCulloch September 1992 to May 30th, 2009 &
Kevan McCulloch January 30th, 1990 to May 30th, 2009
May they both dance in the green meadows and share the joy of the warm sunlight of eternity.
