cats, OT to movie (was: disappointed)
Catlady (Rita Prince Winston)
catlady at wicca.net
Sun Nov 11 21:29:42 UTC 2001
--- In HPFGU-Movie at y..., Schlobin1 at a... wrote:
> thanks to everyone who is expressing sympathy for me about my
> cat..it really does make a difference. It's hard to keep talking
> to everyone about how depressed you are about losing a cat,
> because many people are not very focused on animal bonding, and
> think you're overreacting.....or maybe I just think that.....Diane,
> we had a Maine Coon, too, they are the sweetest things...I think
> we will be getting a Maine Coon kitten..
I just got back last night from my holiday, and today I am trying to
get caught up on my mlists (instead of being in chat) and Susan's
sad news was the FIRST THING, I mean I almost replied before I
finished reading the archive! Anyone who thinks you're overreacting
is an asshole. I still get tears in my eyes missing Nan, even tho'
she died in 1998 and was almost 17, elderly. Five years old is young
and strong, the 'prime' of (adult) life, you must have been shocked
by sudden surprise as well as loss.
A cat whom I firmly believe to have been a Maine Coon Cat came into
my life when my landlady's friend lost her nursing (!) job in the
1990-1 recession (the one that at the time was the deepest downtown
in CA since the Great Depression and the first time CA resorted to
'warrants' to pay state vendors since then, but now is considered not
to have happened as people speak of an unbroken economic boom from
1982 to end of 2000) and therefore had to move to a cheaper apartment
that didn't allow cats and therefore needed a new home for her very
beloved 'Sarah'.
I could not bear to call a male cat Sarah so I changed it to 'Sasha'.
Big strong furry cat, king of all he surveyed. He actually BELIEVED
that he was boss over everyone EVEN HUMANS (all other cats in my life
have only pretended to believe that, figuring they could get away
with the pretense because they're so cute). For example, he liked to
drink out of the faucet of the bathroom sink. One morning when I was
brushing my teeth, he jumped up on the sink and PUSHED ME ASIDE to
get at the faucet. I was so shocked that I put up no resistance, but I
immediately moved back to my place, pushing him aside, and shouting:
"Wait your turn! This is MY turn!"
He liked to sit in the window, look out at the world, and sing.
Loudly. He clearly thought that he had a beautiful singing voice
and the neighbors were lucky to be privileged to hear him. He had
the MOST HIDEOUS singing voice, similar to the cliched Siamese cat
("raucous") but WORSE and MUCH LOUDER and all the human neighbors
complained constantly. Nothing we tried was able to stop him. I admit
it was kind of funny to listen to him tune up his voice before
starting. He would start with a nice conversational Yow and then say
it a few more times increasing the ugliness and then get loud.
He also made a particular point of jumping up on my desk, lying down
on the middle of it (so far no problem) and DELIBERATELY stretching
and spreading his legs to PUSH EVERYTHING OFF!!!
I thought he was probably 16 when he died, based on an estimate that
he was 12 when we got him, based on a vet had said he was 'at least
ten' when he walked into my landlady's friend's apartment two years
before. Our vet, when we took him for the merciful needle, said he
seemed to be older than 16, probably AT LEAST 18.
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