I miss my kitty who passed recently so I’ve been telling stories about her. I had her for fifteen happy years and she was a very fun cat so I’m full of stories
story: when I was in my room in my first apartment (this would’ve been back in 2008 or 2009) I heard her doing the Hunting Chirp at my window. I was like "ah, maybe she sees a bug" and went over there to investigate (I'm neurospicy and my curiosity will not be ignored)
Tumblr wants cat posts for Caturday. I guess this is as good a time as any to make a little memorial post.
Yesterday my elderly cat Diana said her final goodbyes. She was held by her favorite human in the world (my husband) and was staring in his face as she passed (staring up at him was her favorite activity)
I adopted Diana in 2008 in Memphis. I had been cat-hunting all day and had nearly given up when a humane society worker told me they’d JUST gotten in a cat they still needed give shots to. But they wanted me to meet her, see if we clicked. The SECOND I saw her in her little cage she was purring and friendly and eager to meet me. Decided to adopt her a couple of days later after her shots were up to date and she’s been my sweet stubborn spitfire baby ever since.
More photos and more memorial under the cut <3
She was bold, friendly, playful. She loved to “chase” people around corners and was obsessed with laser pointers. She took on the role of grumpy older sister when we adopted a kitten a few years ago.
I had her for fifteen happy years. She was with me through break-ups, marriage, moving around the country, brief homelessness. When I adopted her I was a thin 20-something still able to work and drive, and she happily snuggled me through the years as my body broke down and I became a full-time cripple. Diana was with me through so much change, and she was a loving constant.
She had kidney problems her entire life... we managed them through meds and health food but I knew someday her kidneys might be the thing that took her from us. I was right... they failed, rapidly. She was in so much pain in her last few days, and we knew it had to be the right time. Any hospitalization options wouldn’t guarantee anything, and even if we fixed her kidneys she had had a stroke recently, her heart was a bit weak, and her knees were a mess of arthritis and spurs. And even in all that pain, I could still tell how much she loved us. She still tried to snuggle up with my husband, purr as he pet her.
Her memory is a blessed one. It will take quite a long time for that hole in my heart to stop aching.
Okay so nothing really all that exciting is happening today (which is good, I’ve had a stressful few weeks) so now I’m telling Tortie Stories in comic form