Poor, Exhausted Cat
Taken January 28, 2016 with
Samsung Galaxy S3
© Les Becker, 2016
Tricksy spent the entire morning chasing one old cat or the other, and wrestling the dog.
As I write this, all of the animals are asleep in the same room, at the same time. Things could go to hell in a hand-basket in very short order.
Hopefully, I’ll post again tomorrow…
Random Song for-the-Day: “Hold On” – Walk Off The Earth
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Insomnia by Cat
I took this video in May, when Sheikh was still sleeping above my head.
Not very long ago, he was his usual fat and fluffy self, but then became boney and light as air in a few short weeks. He eventually stopped eating altogether. He hid out most of the time, and what kept me awake during that time was not his snoring, but my nerves, while I tried to search him out, hoping not to find him dead under the stairs or the couch.
“He’s old, though,” I thought. “It may soon be time…”
Monday, he stopped drinking water. By 5 am Tuesday morning, he was gone. I wish now that I could say I’d just found him dead, having gone to sleep and stayed that way. The way he did die was hard to watch – he was in pain, a lot of pain, I think, and I have a huge amount of guilt over not getting him to a vet in time to either heal him of whatever caused this, or to save him from a such a hard death.
?-July 23, 2009
He was wonderful company for the last few years. I’m really going to miss him…
We took him out to The Dog-Lady’s farm to bury him. On the way there, I told The Evil Hypnotist that no way were we getting another cat. I don’t want to get attached to any more pets. No. Way.
Ky was upset: The Patchouli-Cat has never been alone… she will miss Sheikh, too… she needs another cat for company….
When we got there, I opened my door to step out, and five large dogs piled into the van. I was trying to get them out when they noticed the box with Sheikh in it. It was really odd to watch them. They obviously realized that whatever was in that box was dead, and I would have expected them to try to get into it, but they didn’t. They got very quiet, sniffed at the box, and one by one (by one, by one, by one) they all filed back out the driver’s door.
By the time I got over to Ky, she was sitting in a lawn-chair, cuddling a teeny-tiny black kitten.
I said, “No. Way.”
She said, “Please…?”
I said, “No. Way.”
She said, “Pleeeeeeaaaaaaase?!”
I looked at The Dog-Lady, and said, “Help me, would you?”
And The Dog-Lady looked back at me and replied, “Hey, you owe me. I took your dog.”
For the record, I am not attached to this little monster. Not.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “This is How You Remind Me” – Nickleback