A is for Arzael, my youngest cat. And no, I didn’t name her after Gargamel’s cat (from The Smurfs cartoon). That didn’t even cross my mind when I named her. How I chose her name is a little creepier than that. I found the name Azrael in a book about angels. Azrael is an angel of death in several religious traditions, including Islam. Why would I want to name a cute little cat after an angel of death you may ask? I don’t know. I guess that’s just how I roll.
Azrael is my best buddy. She must know the sound of my car, because she is always waiting for me at the door when I come home from work. If I come home and have to leave right away, she is usually at the door crying for me not to go. And when I am at home sitting on the couch, watching TV or reading, you can usually find Miss Azzy in my lap. She is definitely a lap-cat! I can’t even work on my computer at home without her on my lap or trying to get on my lap.
Azrael is a bit of a picky eater, which is hard to believe by looking at her. Some might call her fat, but I like to think she is just solidly built. There are only a few kinds of treats she will eat, which I think is weird. I’ve never had a cat that has turned down treats like she does.
Of my three cats, Azrael is probably at the bottom of the pecking order, but I think she is my favorite. When I’m feeling low, she does something silly to bring a smile to my face. When I’m cold, she snuggles up with me. If a person can have an animal soul mate, then I think Azrael may be mine.