cat fight

[elionwyr]

So we're coming up on the one year anniversary of Hades' death - my beloved little familiar who suckered me into taking her home 11-1/2 years ago, claimed me as her human, and died in her sleep while I wasn't home.

I still feel guilty.

Two nights ago, I realized after being home for a few hours that I hadn't seen Lurk.

I live in a rather small house - one floor, 5 rooms (including the bathroom). He has certain spots he hides in when he's unhappy, and they're all very easy to check. Also, most were only discovered by him and me last time I planned a trip, when he'd hurt his back leg. But. He wasn't in any of those spots. And so I freaked out.

He's dead.
He got out.
He's outside and he's dead.
He can't be dead he can't do this to me WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, LURK?!?!??!

20 minutes of frantic searching revealed absolutely nothing.

Finally, I looked in a closet that he has never gone near and found him in a box, dozing and cranky.

And he hissed at me.

And oh, that was the final straw.

"OHHHH no you don't, Mister. You GET OUT OF THAT BOX and you PROVE YOU CAN WALK and that you're not SICK! Right. NOW!!!"

I picked him up - which, as we all know is a Cardinal Sin Against the Lurk - and put him on the floor.

He hissed again and stormed off into the kitchen, where he proceeded to glower at me from the middle of the room. Until I looked up. Then he'd storm off to a part of the room where I couldn't see him, only to move back to the middle of the floor when I wasn't looking.

*sigh*

After 30 or 40 minutes, he decided he'd punished enough and he came in, purring and wanting me to pet him. Then he snuggled with me all night.

He's taken to hanging out on my desk now at night, deigning to join me in the living room or in bed around - well - this time of morning, actually.

But it's amazing, just amazing, how your center of gravity shifts when you think your companion has left you. And damn, I'm not ready for that reality in any way, shape, or form.

(ysobelle, you are so much in my thoughts and my heart tonight. Good thoughts. Good wishes. Much love.)

Comments

[rowancat.livejournal.com]

Damn! You scared me. Well it was my fault, really.

I was using page down to look through FL
till i got to your entry, where as it turned out
it stopped just *above* the line "He's dead"

When i read the rest i used the slower down button
and just saw that line at first.

Because i know how much Lurk means to you and i freaked
until i continued to scroll down.

Glad he's ok :) And it's obvious he wants more attention
from you, cats will actually sulk if you don't cuddle with them.

[elionwyr.livejournal.com]

Oh, and he does! Cuddling happens at night, every night. That's my job. :)

He hurt his back leg this summer and I ended up sleeping on the floor so we could continue to cuddle in whatever way was comfortable for him. Oy, my back! But oh, my kitty..

[trillsie.livejournal.com]

There are two cats that I've been missing more and more over the last few weeks. Sheba and Adonis. Sheba was a beautiful tuxedo kitty would would let Bobby lay on her as a pillow. Often times she would scoot under him. She passed in my kitchen in April 1998. We never did find out why a seemingly healthy 8 year old cat would just pass. But she did look up at me before she did and said goodbye.

Adonis wsa my cat. He was left in an apartment when the owners moved out. Our landlord knew we liked cats and asked us if we were interested in a beautiful grey kitty. We took him in. I gave him a bath because he stunk. To my surprise, Adonis was a gorgeous orange and white cat. He was small but the vet estimated his age at 2. He was underweight, only about 5 lbs, but healthy. He HATED men and newspapers with a passion. I was pregnant with Bobby when Adonis came into my life. This cat would curl up on my big belly and just purr. He would lay next to me at night purring all night. It calmed a very active baby down too.

We went on vacation a few years later leaving Adonis with my parents. We came home to find a very sick cat. We took him to the vet only to find a massive bladder infection and stones. Surgery removed the stones and meds for the infection. He was doing fine and then the stones came back. They kept coming back. He finally stopped eating and nothing we could do would change that. Feeding tubes were inserted, but he would pull them out. He cried. I cried. He looked up at me and I knew I had to say goodbye. I am just glad that he had a good second half of his life full of love instead of the abuse he suffered as a kitten.

You never forget them.

(oh the icon is Sheba. After she passed, Bobby did the finger painting of the "Sheba Cloud")

[elionwyr.livejournal.com]

"Sheba Cloud" is beautiful.
And thank you for sharing this.

My husband and I adopted a cat that was supposed to be his cat - a vaguely bedraggled looking black cat who was the last of something like 60 to be rescued and adopted out of a cat collector's house.

I walked into Petco and his eyes and mine met from across the room and it was LOOOOVE...but Jason wanted a cat, so I, um, hid behind Jason.

"That cat can't stop looking at me!"

And so Aragorn came home with us. A week later, it was obvious that he was my cat. He slept with his paws tangled up in my hair, he would butt Jason away whenever he tried to kiss me - we joked that this was no cat, this was a phooka, and eventually we were gonna wake up to find a naked dark-skinned man in our bed.

Aragorn was with us for less than a year. He was around 3, and he had a heart attack.

I would never have believed that the loss of a pet one had for such a short time could be so crushing.

..and sometimes I look at Felix and I wonder if Aragorn's come back. Not sure..

[trillsie.livejournal.com]

I should add that Bobby was 5 when he did that finger painting in kindergarten.

Boxer and Natasha remind me of previous cats. They are their own cat, but the way they act at times brings back memories of others that I've had. It's warming.