He was an unhappy dude when we met last January; stressed, hiding, and with a poor appetite. The staff knew he was at least 10 and as old as 16.
His only friend was his brother, Bigby. They’d been together since birth, and we adopted both.
The boys were skittish and shy, but clearly happy to be together in a new home. They’d had a hard time in the past and it took time to earn their trust.
Beistle had health issues over the months, but it didn’t stop him from flourishing.
His ears perked back up. He was interested in playing and cuddling. He gained weight and his coat got silky. He liked to lay in the sun, get belly rubs, and fall asleep against my side at night.
His passing was sudden but painless, and my partner and I cradled him until the end.
We knew we might not have long with Beistle, but it was worth it. It makes my heart so full to see his recent pictures, where he looks glossy and content. He knew he was loved.
I work my main job, which is outside of the house. Then I do gig jobs from home before work. After, if I'm not entirely dead from my job haha 🙃.
When I work from home, my orange kitty 😺 is always right next to me. She's the best helper.
She often tries to lay on my laptop 😅. She'll rub her face on the edge of my screen. Which was fine on my old laptop. Now I have a touchscreen. Which has been an issue when she decides to touch everything 😄.
I love being an alternative, part time work from home, senior cat 🐈 mom.
I was a lesbian for over 10 years and entirely catless. I transitioned into manhood, then cat fatherhood immediately after. 2 cats, senior rescues, both tragically dumb babies.
I was so bad at being a woman I quit.
I was so bad at being a lesbian I was was an official Straight White Male then did the gayest thing outside of eating pussy in a homestead cottage in the woods.
Furby (white fur, 12ish, has no teeth, cries forever.)
Duckie (gray and white, 17ish, diabetic, looks like he's melting from certain angles.)