THE LAST CAT

This is Clarisse, or better known as Snortil, or is it Snortel, not sure of the spelling, nor do I remember how she got that name.   When Celia was a volunteer at the cat rescue shop in Oakland in 2009-2010, she developed a bond with Clarisse and it was just a matter of time before she had a new home.   Clarisse had been bullied at the rescue shop or as I called it, The Cat Dungeon.  She could eat only when other cats were asleep in fear of being attacked.   When Celia worked there she would make sure Clarisse got food and provided hugs and affection to poor Clarisse.   After Clarisse arrived at our place she thought she was top cat and became a bully herself.    Over the years she learned how to be a rat killer and I suspect chased off some other stray cats that tried to make their way into the family of cats here.   Over this last year with the passing of Celia and two of the last remaining cats, it is only Clarisse and I now.   She is a little insecure at times and looks at me wondering if I'm going to leave and not return.    In cat years she is about my age, so who knows which one of us departs this world next.