I've decided to adopt three when October rolls around and I'm looking for a House Panther, a Gorgeous Ginger, and a delicate Tuxie girl ... Which means I will get three Sphinx or a clowder of mouthy Meezers.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Until I return from my Seattle trip, my home will be feline free ... It's nearly unbearable. I have been stalking the local rescue sites' adoptable cats lists trying to imagine a life with new kitties ... and missing Charmee.
Dictated by Toffee K. Ripple Fuzzypants & Feline American Angels at 5:30:00 PM
Thursday, August 08, 2013
June 20, 2003 - August 8, 2013
Ever dignified, Charmee made his way to the Rainbow Bridge at 6:32 PM today on what is known as World Cat Day and what would have been DMM's twentieth birthday ... and I am absolutely bereft. I'm a CCL without the requisite feline companion. I have no one. I didn't think that it was possible for me to be this sad, but here I sit with leaky eyes and dripping nose and only the scars on my hands from Charmee's love bites to remember him by. I've had cats in my life for more than twenty-five years and now I just have Charmee's flat on my desk at school.
My dood is gone. It was too soon. He was too young. He seemed so strong. It turns out that he was as mortal as the rest of us and fell victim to undiagnosed diabetes that left him with destroyed kidneys that his v-e-t swore he could not live comfortably with. My boy was in pain and I could do nothing for him ... not even help him to the Bridge where I'm certain his best buddy, Sparky Fuzzypants, greeted him with head bumps and nose taps. Thankfully, Charmee's grandparents were able to see to his last moments on this mortal coil where they helped him "jump the life to come." Open House trumped personal needs, so I couldn't hold him as he ran off. They kissed him good-bye and saw him off.
Since DMM left on the last day of 2012, Charmee and I had made an uneasy peace and had even begun to connect where we hadn't in the past. He had settled into the role of "only cat" and I had adjusted to a life with just one ... And now there is none. I don't think that I'll be able to adjust to that. I need a hug ... and a kitten (or ten). Good night, Foo Phooey. I miss you already.
Dictated by Toffee K. Ripple Fuzzypants & Feline American Angels at 8:52:00 PM
Sunday, August 04, 2013
Sorry, efurryone. Mom went back to Mr. Job a couple of weeks ago so I could keep eating and getting my Pawalla boxes each month. I haven't had access to her thumbs so that she could type for me. She says that things will be less crazy after Thursday when the hated Open House is over. She wanted me to tell you that she's now a conductor for URRKN an' hopes to get to transport a kitty someday in the Spicy Vixen.
Anyway, I'm still here even though I'm pretty quiet.
Dictated by Toffee K. Ripple Fuzzypants & Feline American Angels at 10:02:00 PM