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\"Mellie-cat<\/a>
Mellie on a blue blanket<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Last year, I wrote about the blossoming of the Mellie-cat<\/a>, and closed with this line: “Sixteen years is not long enough to get to know a cat.”<\/p>\n

It turns out that neither is seventeen and a half years.<\/p>\n

Mellie passed away today after a brief illness. She is the last of my first set of cats, daughter of Erasmus and LaZorra, sister of Sophia. In the last year of her life, she trained Freddie<\/a> how to cat; while she perhaps did not have the most apt of pupils, I know that he will miss her too.<\/p>\n

She was the bravest cat I have ever known. She was not inclined to pounce on the world and take it in full; she was reserved and cautious… and yet she always showed up to observe, no matter how unfamiliar the strangers or unusual the circumstances.<\/p>\n

Amelia is a grand name for a cat, but perhaps too grand for daily use. She was Mellie most days, but like many cats had accumulated a number of names and sobriquets throughout her life. The Clown Princess. Senior Member of the Treat Committee. Inspector of the Feets. Her mother’s special daughter. The softest and fluffiest.<\/p>\n

And so another cat joins the realm of story<\/a>.<\/p>\n

It never gets any easier to mark that transition.<\/p>\n