Regular readers will know that Raymond and I are fond of cats, and especially of our two cats, Sieste and Bayona, whom I first wrote about here. In that post from last August, I speculated about the possibility of ever bringing “the girls” (as we call them) to the Manse. The good part, I wrote, would be how much they would enjoy the great big yard full of things that would interest a cat (birds especially, but also butterflies and snakes and doubtless other creatures) and a house that’s a lot bigger than the one in Montreal, with many nooks and corners to explore and two staircases to charge up and down. The bad part would be the four-and-a-half-hour trip between Montreal and the Manse in Queensborough, during which Sieste, who hates to travel, would yowl constantly.
Bayona, by contrast, a fat and contented cat who wasn’t much bothered by travel or anything else, would have been fine. But I say “would have” deliberately, because now we will never know. Bayona died suddenly and unexpectedly yesterday, and our hearts are more than a little bit broken. And with the loss of one important member of our four-member household – and probably the nicest one at that, though Raymond comes awfully close – the household feels very empty indeed right now.
Raymond’s daughter Dominique called Bayona “a ball of love,” and that’s exactly what she was: a big ball of love. She was skinny as all get out when we adopted her from the Montreal SPCA 10 years ago this past Easter, but the skinniness was only because she hadn’t been properly fed in her old home. Once she joined us, she fattened right up, and she was just a chubby and happy and slightly dopey but very, very affectionate cat. She never bothered anyone, and she loved to have her tummy rubbed, and she would come and rub our legs when we sat at the dinner or breakfast table – or at the computer, as I’m sitting now.
I miss my good girl Bayona rubbing my legs.
And I feel so sad that she will never get to charge up and down those two staircases at the Manse. (It probably would have worked wonders as a weight-loss plan.)
Anyway, in memory of Bayona (Honey Bunny) Brassard, born sometime in 2001 or 2002 (approx.), died June 2, 2013, who brought a lot of love and happiness to our household, here’s a little photo gallery. You can click on the images to enlarge them. Please feel free to tell me how lovely my fat cat was!