Just in case anyone is wondering, my name is not Stephanie. That's not what my SparkPeople moniker is short for. Stevie was my precious cat for 23 years. I had her for so long that when I first got her, Stevie Nicks was very popular (she still is, but you know what I mean) and I absolutely LOVED her. She was young and beautiful and so was my kitten, so I called her Stevie after Stevie Nicks.
Everyone thought "she" was a "he" because of the name Stevie. One day I was at the vet and the receiptionist told me how cute "She" was. I said "Wow, I can't believe you didn't call her a "He". I named her after Stevie Nicks, I just LOVE her." And the receptionst said "No kidding?" and pointed to the tee shirt I was wearing. It was a huge picture of Stevie Nicks in concert with that gorgeous blonde hair blowing. And I said "oh". :0) LOL
Anyhow, Stevie was epileptic and I'd give her phenobarbitol twice a day. I'd get the prescription filled at CVS Pharmacy, and they'd put her name on the bottle as "StevieCat Smith." So once my beloved Stevie died, my email names have been StevieCat in her honor. She was a very loving cat. I can remember many years ago when I was home singing and packing & happy because we were leaving for Arkansas the next day to adopt an infant daughter, and I got a phone call telling me they changed their minds and we couldn't have the baby. I was home alone, my husband was at work, and I sat down on the couch, stunned, with the phone still in my hand and off the hook. Stevie had been sleeping in an upstairs bedroom but she somehow sensed my dispair and came down the stairs gently, hopped in my lap and nestled her head in the crook of my neck and gave me someone to hold as I sat there in shock and eventually cried.
She also gently stepped into the background when 7 years later we successfully adopted our son and she waited until he was about 2 years old before she brought herself to the forefront again for the attention she had been used to for so many years. She let him walk all over the house holding her from under her armpits and swinging her back and sideways with that drunken toddler walk of his and she'd just go limp and let him love her.
Sick as she was, God gave her a long life and she died 5 years ago at age 23. My husband, son and I grieved for her for months and decided to get a kitten to try and ease the hurt of losing Stevie.
Well, this morning, my cat Petey sprained his leg and was limping like crazy, only walking on 3 legs instead of 4. I called the vet and made an appt. She asked which cat (we now have 3) and I said Stevie Smith. It was a full hour after I hung up that I realized I said Stevie instead of Petey.
StevieCat, my love, you will always be in my heart.