Mango cat, not with us long enough
(Royal Wootton Bassett, UK)
We only had Mango for 6 months before we put her down aged just 18 months. This is sad enough on it's own yet she was the sweetest, bravest, most loving cat I've ever known.
She was white with ginger splodges, what looked like a coffee stain under her nose and very obvious eyelashes. She had short, amazingly soft fur and an incredible ginger squirrel/fox-like tail, almost as wide as her body. Her beautiful amber coloured eyes were the same tone as the dark ginger streaks in her coat and she had a pink nose. She had long bits of cute white fur between her toes.
She was very loving, almost needy but feisty too, very fun loving, full of energy and cheeky.
She was more like a dog than a cat in some ways. She was, sometimes, obedient, she’s come when you called, and would get down from the worktop when told to “get down”. She was always very good at using the scratching post, though she did use the carpet and chairs sometimes. She would always respond to her name by looking at you, coming over or meowing. She would meet you at the front door when you got home and when you got up she’d always appear to say “good morning”.
She was very vocal, often chirruping and would often reply to you when you spoke to her. She’d usually say “thank you” when you gave her food, which was one of the highlights of her day.
She was very affectionate, always around us and following us everywhere, so much so she’d often walk all over your laptop keyboard to get your attention. She would lean forward to touch noses, chew/tug at our hair (to clean us!) and stand on her hind paws to brush up against us.
She also used to like to see our other cat when he got in and would follow him. On one occasion he jumped up on the worktop and she wanted to follow but she was never a good jumper, probably due to her eyesight, so she was just jumping up like a human, with her front paws outstretched. They only just got as high as the work surface and so she couldn’t get up there.
She was playful. Often she’d grab your legs playfully as you or her passed the other and she liked a chase game where she’d run down the stairs and you’d follow. She’d wait at the bottom and when you reached her she’d run to the kitchen. When you got there she’d dart across the floor, skidding as she went. Sometimes she’d bop you on the head or on your cheek if you were carrying her.
To begin with she hated being carried but she was better in time, especially if you walked with her, often purring as you did. When I went to bed I’d carry her out of the lounge and she always purred.
She had always had milky eyes and we found out that one was blind and the other partial sighted. We think this is why she was needy but she did incredibly well considering. She used to go outside but we didn’t realize she struggled to see. She’d play with toys and follow tickle sticks as they moved. She was a brave little cat and just got on with the hand she’d been dealt in life. She never brought any animals in, probably due to her eyesight, but she used to grab dish sponges and bring them in to you, as if she’d caught an animal.
Her left eye swelled and had glaucoma (5x the normal pressure), was pronounced blind and could have been removed. Her right also had calluses and so we were told it was likely to get glaucoma in the future. Her right eye was partial sighted and likely to go blind. As the first eye had got complications at a young age, and so quickly, it seemed it might happen soon and was a “ticking time bomb”. She also tested positive for the coronavirus which meant that she could have Feline Infections Peritonitis. There is no certain way to test if it’s dormant, most cats carry the virus, or virile. A protein blood test can indicate one way or the other but not with any degree of certainty.
When we had her put to sleep she looked at the vets the whole time but just before she passed away she looked at us lovingly.
She was the sweetest, most loving cat I’ve ever known and not with us nearly as long as I’d have liked.