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Life with 2 kittens is still... eventful.

This is how I like to think of them:

Of course, this sort of calm scene happens fairly rarely when they are up and about. More usually, the scene is something like this:

Note the slightly trashed aspect of the room in the background. Then the fact that Carys Socks is in the rucksack. Then that Sasha is brutalising Carys for fun. Yes, watchful, steady, calm Sasha is a brute and Carys loves it! They still spend hours every day chasing each other around and around, scattering everything in their paths and rolling each other over and over, biting, clawing and kicking. They went through a phase which, mercifully, is now over, of biting each other in the bum which must have hurt considering the yowling that accompanied it.

Both are getting spoiled rotten, please rest assured. Sasha, having just demanded and received a fuss, is currently meowing impatiently for her dinner to be replaced. Carys has taken a break from molesting the computer cursor and her Mum to toss her catnip butterfly around. She is starting to see the point in getting a fuss too. They are still devoted to one another and seem to quite enjoy having a pair of trained apes at their beck and call.

Who trained us? Madam Sandy, of course. 8 weeks gone today, but very much present!

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Tomorrow will be 5 weeks since Sandy passed away and I miss her so very much. Grief is a funny creature, but then again so was Sandy.

We have her pictures on the wall and I still say good night to her. We planted a pretty pink rose with some of her ashes in her favourite part of the garden, sowed some forget-me-nots around it and howled. We howled next time we did some yard work (bulbs!) and took out the bins because those were activities she always had to supervise. I have just got over the feeling that she needs to be let in or will come stomping down the stairs to be fed or needs to be cleaned up after etc. etc. etc. We only just gave away her food stocks to our neighbour who also has an elderly cat and gave her treats/spare collar/Frontline to my Mum who has a 4 year old cat, Coco.

Tonight we had to get her things down from the attic again, decide which pieces were sacrosanct and which could be reused then went and did some serious shopping as the household expanded again.

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i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

~ e.e. cummings ~


We only had her for 14 months and 11 days, not nearly long enough. The last part of her life was excruciating, horrible, sad, but that was not her, not the only part that counts and defines her. This is how I want to remember her.

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So much more mischief, naughtiness, fun, cleverness, cussedness and contentment. I could go on longer and that is heartening.

The Sandy-cat

28th June, 1995 – 8th September, 2010

Sleep well, Your Majesty. We'll see you again and know you will never truly be gone.

No regrets, my love.

Thank you to everyone for your kind wishes. I will get around to answering the comments. It is all much appreciated.
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Sad news, I am afraid. The Sandy-cat has gone into acute renal failure. She is still hanging on in there, but the vets do not believe anything can be done for her at this point.

Mitch is coming home this evening as we both wish to be there with her at the end. For this reason, the vet will be coming to our home some time tomorrow.

She is such a lovely cat and even her many naughtinesses and eccentricities have been a great honour for us to wrangle. I hope that we gave her a pleasant final year and that we can give her life a peaceful and dignified end.

Right now she is asleep on my jacket, next to her water bowl and dishes of things intended to tempt. It's a beautiful day, one she should be out enjoying. I hope that is what she is dreaming about and will be the dream she passes into.

Our darling, going to join our other darlings.
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The Sandy-cat was not eating. She was doing everything else in her customary monstrous manner, just not eating. Cue consternation.

She is now interested in food again. This is A Good Thing.

This morning I had an appointment and, mysteriously and miraculously, came home again. No sooner had I sat in my chair when there was the thunderous sound of a not-particularly-wasting-away kitteh launching herself from the upstairs hall window ledge, running downstairs and careering straight into me, bypassing dr_mitch. BYPASSING dr_mitch, I SAY! Not so much as giving him a second glance, although he is the closest thing on this Earth to being someone she adores.

"Aw, sweetie!" I trilled in delight, at the same second as I realised that she was performing her version of Timmy-Has-Fallen-Down-the-Well next to her posh food box.

I know what I'm for. Yeah, I had next to no function for her when she was 'stricken', apart from opening doors. The door thing is very important.

Yeah, I'm glad that kitteh is back on track*!

*The mercenary little ratbag!

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What I Am Saying

Hey! HEY! Stop that right now, you little ****! When I get over there, I'm going to tap you on the nose!


Oh jeez. The couch...

(whilst clapping hands and hurling socks)

What Kitteh Is Thinking




Is the minion addressing me? So hard to tell!

Never mind. Off to beddy-byes!
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One Year of Sandy-Cat!

A year ago today, a skinny, little kitteh was lured home by dr_mitch. She scarfed down her then bodyweight in tuna, explored the entire house, made a purry fuss of everybody therein then buggered off again. She came back 4 hours later, did an offended double take when her dinner was not where it should be, graciously consented to eat a load more once I had redressed that error and then settled down to sleep behind the living room curtains. The last sentence was more of a flavour of life with the Sandy-cat subsequently.

Put it this way, we often have cause to remark that the sweet little cat who came into our house a year ago was eaten by the creature currently in residence.

She is, frankly, a bugger, a holy terror, a self-absorbed monster with a sense of entitlement the size of Swizerland. She is snooty, fussy, messy, naughty, stubborn, awkward to the last breath and practices imperiousness as though it were an art form.

She's brilliant, in other words!