My Cats.

My basement is my cat's wilderness. They both felt most secure down there because they grew up there. If I even move them to another room in the house they got very upset.

 

I think I am going to make a memorial to my beloved little cat Snowball. I was giving her her food and water thru a syringe on a blue blanket I put on a cardboard box in the tool bench area of my basement. She allowed me to do it a little because she seemed to know I was trying to help her. I think I'll keep it there seven days. I think in Judaism seven days or something is the period of mourning. Then I will hang it up nearby on a horizontal pipe I just saw today in that area that would be perfect for that, along with her picture. Her picture old and recent. I did that with my little cat Fluffy after he died May 11, 1999. Died while they were playing I Still Believe by Mariah Carey on VH1.

 

Yes, it's rough to lose a pet, they are family.

Susie the office cat was almost 20 when started failing and I had to send her along on to her next adventure. Sometimes I think about it, maybe I waited too long as she was pretty sick there for a few days and had been losing weight for a while. At that age their kidneys start to fail, then they don't eat and the wheels just fall off quickly. I guess it's our responsibility and duty to recognize that we need to do what is most compassionate for them, and not to keep them alive for our feelings.

Sometimes I still expect her to be here, looking out from under the desk in her bed, or I think I hear the little bell on her collar.

So, just like the others before her, I built her a nice box, tucked her in with her bed and a few mementoes . I have a special spot out in the woods behind the house where I put her. There she can be with her predecessors, all marked with stones that I engraved their names into. It's amazing how fast the forest moves in to cover things as time moves on.

Whenever I'm out there either cutting the grass or tending the greenery, I have the same conversation with with all of them - when I get through the pearly gates, we'll all be together - we'll sure have a lot of fun and lots of catching up to do !!

 

But you know after I lost my little cat Snowball last September, I was thinking. I gave her a very good life. She always had food and water. She was warm in the winter and cool in the summer and dry when it was wet out. And I never got angry at her once. She wasn't mean cat, but she had a tendency to bite a little. I think it was because her mother didn't trust humans and she learned that from her. But I've found out from years of having cats you sometimes just have to understand there is a reason for their behavior. Like I've told people, cats sometimes got angry when I tried to remove their claws from my shirt. But I found out that means something to them. Probably security or vulnerability. And when I put her on some boxes that I have in the basement to pet and hug her she got really angry at me. But again that was the only time, and it must have been for some reason.


But I never got angry with her, I gave her all she wanted and she had a good life with me.

 

Time for a new one.