This is a picture of my first cat, Catzilla.
Catzilla wasn’t mine to begin with - he belonged to a young couple that rented one of the apartments of my house (My house is really old and therefore really big, so we rent two separate places of the house); and he came as a little ball of fur, not bigger than my hand. The owners - of course- gave a completely different name to the cat (He was called Lulu due to a gender mix-up from their side) but he always answered to the name my brothers and I gave him. After a year since he came to our house, his owners discarded him due to the fact that they got another cat and Catzilla couldn’t stand him (he had to stay in the backyard ) and we couldn’t keep him inside the house either, since my grandmother always hated animals.
He was an awesome cat. He was sweet and protective of us younglings and he always found a way to sneak into the house when one of us was depressed or lonely, spending all afternoon (or up until he got caught by my grandmother) just lying there next to us, like saying everything was gong to be ok. He was extremely big and strong, too. He could -and would- take on a big dog in a fight and win completely unharmed (The dogs in my neighborhood would escape as soon as they saw him).
One day, when he was already old, he appeared with a huge wound in his leg. He probably got it in a territory fight; he had a huge hole in one of his front paws where the skin had ripped. He didn’t even flinch when I disinfected it, and when I took him to the vet, he behaved his best, although it was really clear that he just wanted to rip the poor vet to shreds. When he came back two days later, I noticed something had changed. He rested for a couple of days and he disappeared again, only to bring back a cute young cat that looked just the same as him. He stayed with us for one week, teaching the little cat how to behave in the house, and then he disappeared. We never saw him again.
I do believe that he sensed his end was near, and that’s why he took the time to choose for a replacement, so we wouldn’t suffer as much. Now Catzuki lives with us, and she’s as sweet as ever…
But I will never forget Catzilla.
Submitted by LilithdelAyath