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Oct. 11th, 2005 09:55 pmMore than one person on my friends list has recently had a cat die, or has been dealing with cats that are getting old.
Our kitty is fourteen, and is starting to have arthritis, but it doesn't seem too bad, and I certainly hope that we have the Boopsie pestering us and waking us up at all hours for another six years at least.
One of my friends -- actually, one of the people who helped raise me -- just had a cat die today. Which means that, as of now, I think she's cat-less for maybe about the first time in my life. I used to go to her house to play with her cats growing up, and she ALWAYS had cats -- usually, many of them. Growing up, she had like seven. All well-cared for and well-loved, living to eighteen or twenty years. She was down to two a few months back, then one, and now, none.
I'm going to miss that cat, a big orange tabby. He's been very sick for a very long time, but not in much pain from it, still enjoying life. I guess that changed very rapidly, very recently.
Mostly, I'm worried for my friend -- who can read this, but likes to keep a low profile, so I'm not naming her. I mean, I know she'll be fine: it's not like she hasn't been preparing for this for quite some time. And it's not like she hasn't lost many other cats over the years.
But, still: just so you know, friend, and I'm saying this where everyone can see -- if you find yourself needing kitty-snuggles, we've got a Boopsie who loves you and would love it if you came to visit her. And us.
Our kitty is fourteen, and is starting to have arthritis, but it doesn't seem too bad, and I certainly hope that we have the Boopsie pestering us and waking us up at all hours for another six years at least.
One of my friends -- actually, one of the people who helped raise me -- just had a cat die today. Which means that, as of now, I think she's cat-less for maybe about the first time in my life. I used to go to her house to play with her cats growing up, and she ALWAYS had cats -- usually, many of them. Growing up, she had like seven. All well-cared for and well-loved, living to eighteen or twenty years. She was down to two a few months back, then one, and now, none.
I'm going to miss that cat, a big orange tabby. He's been very sick for a very long time, but not in much pain from it, still enjoying life. I guess that changed very rapidly, very recently.
Mostly, I'm worried for my friend -- who can read this, but likes to keep a low profile, so I'm not naming her. I mean, I know she'll be fine: it's not like she hasn't been preparing for this for quite some time. And it's not like she hasn't lost many other cats over the years.
But, still: just so you know, friend, and I'm saying this where everyone can see -- if you find yourself needing kitty-snuggles, we've got a Boopsie who loves you and would love it if you came to visit her. And us.