Titi my little friend

I haven’t completed my challenge of writing a blog every month like I was supposed to.

Of course, I have a lot of things I could be writing about but I didn’t feel inspired by any particular philosophical or personal subject. Of course I go through my ups and downs but I haven’t felt anything strong enough or made new choices that gave me something to write about.

I have not written since October, even though I feel like I should have. The point for me to produce a blog every month is to get more comfortable with my English and do something I enjoy. It can be about anything I want if it inspires me, and there is something or someone I would like to write about. I thought it wouldn’t interest anyone. But fuck everyone, I’m writing in order to feel first, then for others if they are interested, right?

I want to give homage through this blog to my cat Titi that was a wonderful little friend. He died here at TierraMitica in October. Ok, it may be a bit late but as my grandma Kiki says: “better late than never.”

Titi and me

We gave him, with the Tierramiticans, the most beautiful death. Eli, whom I thank from the bottom of my heart for her bravery and the love she showed, put him to sleep. We gave him plenty of belly scratches, his favorite thing, before the big journey. He left us surrounded by family and love. Now he is resting in the secret garden next to the father altar, an art piece I made in homage to my deceased Dad.

He was a beautiful striped ginger cat, with very expressive green eyes that would say a lot. He was very chatty. I named him Titi like Tweety and Sylvester, not like titis ( in reference to boobs) like you English speaking people want to believe. I may be weird but not to the point to name my cat boobies.

Titi was the best cat in the world in my opinion. He followed me everywhere in my crazy adventures all around France and on the other side of the world for 9 years. His last trip was all the way from France to Peru at TierraMitica where my new home is. In the middle of the jungle, what a change!

I always thought that cats were attached to places more than humans. Well, Titi proved me wrong. The first time I came to Peru was by myself. He could feel I was leaving. He would sleep on my luggage, telling me “take me with you”.

He even tried to discourage me by pissing on my luggage. Hard to forget…

Take me with you!!!

I’m very proud he was my cat. Everybody loved him. Even my roommate in France Raphael tried to convince me to give Titi to him when I wanted to come to Peru. But I took him under my arms to the jungle and I don’t regret it. We followed each other for so long it was not going to stop now. We were a team him and me.

He needed me more than I thought and it started to be painful for both of us. Every time I would leave TierraMitica he would let himself go. He would stop eating correctly and stay on the couch all day, like a couch potato. My last trip to Europe was fatal for him. He was already sick and my absence made it worse. Luckily he waited for me to come back so we could say bye to each other. In a sense, his death was also liberation…

When he was a baby, he chose me, he started to turn around my legs meowing. Already he was very chatty, so cute! I adopted him, even though I did not want more responsibility, my life that was pretty chaotic at that time, but I couldn’t’t resist…

Later I discover his capacity for having a conversation. He would literally respond when people speak to him. My Dad would give him geopolitical lessons, especially late at night when he couldn’t sleep because of his illness, cancer, and all the drugs he would swallow. Titi would sit on the counter of our living room and listen to his jabber. Titi was a very good audience and a very loving friend…

Sometimes I would stumble on him, he loved walking between my legs trying to remind me “ hey, I’m here”, it would piss me off but then we would look at each other in the eyes, he would make a little noise, “meow”, and we would love each other again.

Today I know that most of the time he was saying: ”I love you no matter what”. I’m very grateful for the love he gave me and the love I felt for him.

Thanks Titi, to have been my little friend for all those years. May you rest in peace in the paradise of cats full of chicken buffet and nice pussies? Hopefully, in paradise you got your balls back since I took them from you. Maybe you will come across Dad that you loved so much so you can enjoy each other. If you do, give him a big loving hug from me, and take a belly scratch for you.

I will always have a place in my heart for you guys.

Love Mathilde.