I've spent a little time thinking about this post. I got a text today that said "I'm going to put Hinckley to sleep this afternoon."
Sometime in 2001 Hinckley entered my life. During a Family Home Evening at the Santa Cruz church building a girl named Beth brought in a few kittens to give away. When everyone had left, Amy (Who I was dating at the time) was holding one of the kittens.
Amy named her Hinckley because she was little and Gray (We didn't know she was a girls yet) after the late prophet.
The first great gift that Hinckley shared with the world was ringworm. Kittens are adorable, they're little and fun to play fight with (their razor claws haven't matured). Everyone wanted to hold her and cuddle with her.
It started showing up, ringworm on my roommates, Amy's roommates, my friend colleen and her daughter (I never had the courage to admit that her daughter got ringworm from my cat).
My boss at the time told me one day that he had this bad rash on his stomach, which made me laugh because he said he didn't like cats.
When she was very little she would nestle herself into a blanket and suckle it.
Soon enough the cute kitten became a ferocious feline. She terrorized all around her by allowing them the opportunity to stroke her only to turn on them with ninja quick reflexes. Her adamantium claws would shred the flesh of any who would dare overstay their welcome.
Bear, my best friend, an 85 pound pit bull mix was terrified of this animal that was one tenth his size.
I know it was a hard day today as Hinckley was put to sleep. My hope is that she has a little blanket to suckle and an unsuspecting angel in heaven to absolutely tear into celestial ribbons.
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