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Angel Kitty :-(

We lost our baby S’mores yesterday.  She’s always been sickly, but didn’t show any sign of decline.  But when I went to feed the cats yesterday morning, she didn’t come running, like she usually does. 

S’mores loved chicken. So much that she OPENED the oven and climbed in to get it (it was in there cooling after dinner)


“Where’s S’mores?”

I went looking for her…and found her on the dining room floor, in front of the heater. 😦  I don’t know how long she’d been gone, but I felt awful (and still do) that she was alone for that passing.  I mean, I know, everyone/everything dies and the whole process IS a solitary one, but I’d liked to have been there to maybe alleviate any suffering.  😦

I was fine until I wrapped her in a towel and put her in her box.  Oh, I lost it, big crocodile tears and hiccuping sobs.  Thank goodness it was early enough in the morning that no one could see me.  I was an absolute mess.

Later that evening, when we got ready to bury her, Peanut told his friends that “Queen Nar-Nar” (don’t ask, have NO idea where that nickname came from) had died.

OMG, I can’t express how wonderful these kids were!

They insisted on digging the grave, made a “headstone” and had everyone sign it, bought flowers and had me play Amazing Grace from my phone.  We put trinkets in the box with her and they proceeded to fill the grave.  It was so sweet and really helped lift Peanut’s spirits.  He was SO heartbroken 😦

RIP S’mores.  You will be very missed.  </3

S’mores’ grave, flowers and Peanut

23 – Pets

All kitties are status quo right now.  All relatively healthy (although the little girl still throws up a lot, but it seems to be after she’s scarfed down some dry food.  She eats too fast and up it comes).  I’ve tried giving her plain yogurt with/before her food, but I can’t find plain, full-o-fat yogurt.  She’s itty bitty and I’d like to get some bulk on her.  I will have to buy cream and feed her that (she loves milk).  She’s my problem child, obviously.

Two of the boys, Baby and Flash, are needy, needy babies.  They follow me into the bathroom and INSIST I do some two-fisted petting.  Kind of annoying when you’re not quite awake yet.

Tiger is as aloof a kitty as you’d think.  Occasionally, he’ll come for cuddles and pets, but most of the time he’s off doing his own thing.

Cheetah (Chee Chee) is my indoor/outdoor cat.  He only comes in if he’s VERY cold or VERY wet and even then, he has to be in his own room (usually Jacob’s bedroom).  He is the neighborhood wanderer.  Everyone loves him and everyone feeds him.  And if he’s at my door and we don’t know it, we have neighbors call to let us know Chee Chee wants in 🙂  Of the current menagerie, Chee Chee is the oldest, and at times, the favorite (shhh).  Not much of a cuddler, but loves scratches and belly rubs.

I lubs my babies 😀

23 – Pets

All babies are status quo.

Chi-Chi had some funky eye problem a while ago, but past experience has shown me it will go away, and it did.

Smores still pukes, but not nearly as often and she’s filling out (ever so minutely).

Baby has been better with his jealousy, but he still drives me nuts.

Tiger is still a bully (and on my Shit List for clawing me for no reason).

Flash is still a GIANT wuss.

23 – Pets

I have 5 cats:  Cheetah, Flash, Tiger, Baby and Smores.

Cheetah is the eldest.  I think he’s about 5 years old, maybe 6.  6 sounds about right.  He’s my semi-feral cat.  We got him as a kitten, but once he was a year old, he wanted to be outside and outside is where he will go whether you let him go or not! LOL  He’s a good hunter, but docile enough to want to get pet by just about anyone.  🙂  And believe it or not, he’s got to be one of the most healthy cats around.  By far the healthiest of my brood.  He occasionally gets beat up and we have to re-up his rabies vaccs, or spend a bazillion dollars beating an infection (hemabartonella) but damn, that cat is the bomb!

Flash is my wuss.  Poor thing.  He’s such a lover.  He would cuddle with you all day if you let him, and sometimes, I’m inclined to do so.  Sadly, he’s probably my largest cat, but still thinks he’s a kitten.  He tries to crawl up on my chest to curl up between my boobs and my chin.  Honey, you ain’t that little anymore.  You barely fit on my lap, fuzz-bucket!  But, we love him.  🙂

Tiger is the heavy.  He’s my long-haired, bane of my existence.  He likes to play coy.  “Pet me.”  “See how cute I am?”  *twine around legs* “Pet me.”  As soon as you do, demon cat emerges and you get hissed at, clawed and bitten.  But the next time you sit down, he’s your bud.  Makes it kind of hard to cuddle with a demon in a fur coat.  But again, we love him.  🙂

Baby…oy, he’s a baby.  He NEEDS to be pet, and cuddled, and, and, and…He’s like the toddler that follows you into the bathroom or shoves his fingers under the door while you’re in there.  He is up my ass all the freakin time!  Cries if he’s not in the same room with you (or can’t GET into the same room with you).  Cries if you’re not petting the right spot.  Oh, and if he catches you petting another cat?  Get the paper towels ready cuz the little effer will pee on whatever he can put his ass on.  Jealous little twit!  *sigh*  But we love him.

That brings us to Smores.  She’s my problem child.  See, I’m a sucker for animals.  Especially homeless ones that I almost run over in the parking lot at work.  She’s SOOOOOOOO tiny.  She’s nearly 2 years old, but looks like she’s about 6-8 months.  The vet nearly took my head off when she saw her, but she is NOT abused/neglected.  She’s just tiny.  She eats like a friggin’ pig (and like she’s never seen food before), but all her tests come back negative (her thyroid was low and her white count is high, which suggests a leukemia of some kind – she tested negative for Feline Leukemia) and we can feel a lump near her liver, but she’s basically healthy.  If she has cancer, I can’t do surgery 😦  And she’s so small I don’t think she’d survive surgery 😦 But we will do all the food, vitamins, supplements, etc. necessary to keep her as healthy, happy and pain-free as possible.  (btw, vet #2, same practice, diff vet, is shocked, but says she’s healthy and to do XYZ and bring her back in 3 weeks…she goes back next Saturday).

It seems I can’t have a brood of cats without ONE of them being my problem child.  Before Baby and Smores (and Tiger!) it was Bonnie.  My Bon-Bon.  SHE had cancer (it’s all my female cats, interesting).  I did x-rays, ultrasounds, etc.  But she was also 15, so surgery was out.  We made her happy, healthy and comfortable until she just couldn’t do it anymore, then I took her to be put to sleep.  😦  I miss her every day, but I think she sent me Smores to try to fill the hole she left.

Obviously, I love my babies.  Very, very much.  And I will stupidly put myself in the poor-house trying to care for them.  They poop, pee, puke and scratch (I don’t do de-clawing), but I wouldn’t trade them for the world (even when I’m threatening to send them to the kitty home for being naughty).

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