Puta de Los Angeles

I gave her the name “Puta” 12 years ago when she was just a kitten.  As soon as she discovered the outdoors, she’d saunter next door to her nighttime haunt, Hotel Granada, then sashay back to me in the morning. Thus, the name Puta seemed to fit. It was later that I discovered that the good people at the hotel would feed her the good stuff…..leftovers! Not Whiskas in a can which, by comparison, must have been terribly boring.Just to dignify it a bit, I added “de los Angeles”.  So, Puta de Los Angeles was her name for most of her life.

Precious Puta

Sadly her life ended today.

Three days ago, Puta de Los Angeles limped home, dragging her hind leg.  It was broken, hanging by what seemed to be a thread.  At first I suspected a car. But no, she wasn’t known to venture into the street. Only from my house to the casita in back…just a few steps away, at the most.

Perhaps a fall, though she is a cat and therefore surefooted.  Now I believe she was injured on purpose…with a stick,or stone, or baseball bat.  For some, this is a pasttime sport. Today, Dr.Jasson, our Casa Lupita vet, euthanized her while I held her. She died so peacefully, and as difficult as it was to let her go, I’m thankful that we were together, that she feels no more pain or fright.

For those who had the pleasure of knowing her,  I wanted you to know.

Godspeed, Puta de Los Angeles!