The best power trio in the history of the world, tresgatos, has lost the last one of their founding members.
Iggy passed on this morning after a long battle with renal failure.
Linda and I, her two biggest fans, are left with sorrow, photographs and memories.
Maybe the most distinguishing thing that I’ll remember about her was that she had the heart of a lioness.
She was a huntress.
She brought down more than a few birds in our backyard, she grappled with gophers and stared down a few raccoons more twice her size.
But for a lot of years, during the summers, she was a predator and terminator of lizards.
While her two feline companions were sunning themselves on the patio or snoozing the day away on the padded furniture, Iggy would lie in wait, for as long as it would take. Then, when the moment was right she would strike and go trotting across the lawn with the squirming reptile in her mouth.
She almost always brought her victims into the house, where she would release them into her lair — but not until she chewed their tails off.
Despite her penchant for violence against lizards she was, at her core, a sweet and beautiful soul.
Because of her diminutive stature she mostly deferred to the males in her life but was still a committed feminist and a staunch supporter of equal rights for women and the LBGTQ community.
She was well known as a liberal and philanthropist but few knew that she was an avid climber and the only kitty to summit K2 without oxygen.
She was also a champion Formula One driver, a master cellist and a contributor to the Human Genome Project completion.
She loved cheese, shrimp, poultry and anything with gravy and she made cute squeaky sounds when she chewed.
Rumor has it that a biopic has just been green-lighted and Amanda Plummer is attached to the film.
Iggy first arrived in Ventura in 1999 and immediatley adopted Linda Silvestri as her guardian. She liked to call herself Monique but Linda named her Ignatz after the mouse character in the American newspaper comic strip Krazy Kat by cartoonist George Herriman.
Initially Iggy had issues with, Joseph, the other kitty of the house at the time. She found him arrogant, selfish and miserly but eventually the two fell deeply in love and were inseparable until Joey’s passing in September 2011.
Since then she continued to soldier on with her older brother Spooky who left this world in February 2015.
Iggy lived 125 kitty years and crossed over while in Linda’s arms this morning.
We buried her next to her brother Spooky and her life-long companion Joey beneath the ash tree in our backyard in Santa Clarita, right in the middle of lizard breeding grounds.
Now the original tresgatos are reunited and are putting the band back together with Spooky on vocals, Joey on bass and Iggy on cello.
They’ll be touring the universe for the rest of eternity and while I’m not rushing it, when they finally come to town, you can bet Linda and I will be in the front row.