I spent the weekend over in Grand Rapids visiting a few friends. Johnny was in seventh heaven because he had playmates galore. It was a good weekend, however there was some bad news. One of my oldest and dearest friends passed away. When I first met Aggie, she used to bounce me on her knee as she did a lot of children.
Agatha “Aggie” Mallory
June 20, 1935 – July 6, 2019
Aggie Mallory was my crazy cat lady who I visited almost daily when I still lived in Grand Rapids. In her hay day Aggie had nearly 23 cats at once. She loved all cats, but like me, her real passion was always Siamese. Aggie passed away quietly in her sleep surrounded by her children.
Simon was Aggie’s number one in the house. He was the one who kept track of all of the kittens which she always had a house full. I took this picture of Simon nearly 3 years ago. He was such a handsome little dude. I was told that as soon as Simon found Aggie, he climbed up in Aggie’s lap and a short time later he had passed too.
Here are more of Aggie’s children.
Aggie never sold her kittens, and she always made sure that she was giving them to good homes. I can remember one story where Aggie took a kitten to a home where she thought she would be leaving her. The mother was more worried about cat hair all over the place and daddy thought that he could train the cat like a dog and have her jump whenever he snapped his fingers. Their child thought that he could just grab the kitten any way he wanted to and drag her all over the house. When he was told that he shouldn’t handle the tiny little kitten that way, the boy threw a fit. Aggie picked up the kitten and left. She always said that most of her kittens came to her from bad situations and that she would never put one back into a bad situation if she could help it.
Aggie’s daughter gave me a box of old Kodak movies of the kittens who had been in Aggie’s care over the years. If I can, I’m planning on digitizing what I can and putting them up on my YouTube channel. Most of the films are in black and white, and some of them are over 60 years old, so I’m not really sure what I’m up against yet.
BTW, all of Aggie’s children were welcome at the funeral. They had the run of the small chapel. And happily, a few of them even went home with the guests.
Aggie and her children will never be forgotten.